It was early that morning when Bu Yingjiu's body was discovered.
Mingfang was taken away by Lu Fan to send Jiang He and others away from the South China Sea Wonderland. Mr. Long was too old and went to rest early.
As Bu Yingjiu was the person in charge of the island that night, no one dared to enter her room without her permission.
It was Mr. Long who got up at night and discovered this tragic scene.
When Lu Fan arrived after hearing the news, Bu Yingjiu's body had been wrapped in black cloth and placed in the middle of the hall of Ziwu Auction House.
Mr. Long lowered his head and his eyes were red.
"Are we the only ones who know?"
Lu Fan sat on the Grand Master's chair in the main hall and spoke expressionlessly.
"When I found Yingjiu's body, there was no one else nearby. In order not to cause panic on the island, I took the initiative and wrapped her body and sent it here..."
Mr. Long's voice trembled, especially when he mentioned the words about Bu Ying's nine deaths, his body was shaking slightly.
He has been in contact with Bu Yingjiu for much longer than Lu Fan.
He regarded him as a confidant and close disciple, and taught him carefully.
But he didn't expect that overnight, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, Bu Ying's head was missing, and she died tragically on Longhu Island.
Wenren Muxue stepped forward, stretched out her hand to open the black gauze, blocked Lu Fan's sight with her body, and took a look inside.
"Sealing the throat with a sword, there is no slight roughness in the wound. The person who made the move should be a master with the sword."
"The strength is not inferior to yours."
She put down the black veil and turned back to Lu Fan.
Bu Yingjiu is a strong person in the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm.
It can make a strong man in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm have his head cut off without even having time to react.
The person who takes action should be a divine mirror.
"I really regret it. How could I go to bed first?"
"The affairs on the island are so busy. I originally wanted to take a rest for a while and then come back to let this girl Yingjiu rest, but who knows..."
Mr. Long's voice was choked with sobs and he fell into extreme self-blame.
"What happened?"
At this point, the door to the hall was pushed open, and a short figure walked in.
Wanzi, who had not been seen for the past few days, walked in and looked at Mr. Long, whose eyes were red, and Lu Fan, who was sitting in the main hall without saying a word, before finally casting his eyes on the black man on the ground.
In the yarn.
She frowned, walked over, knelt down and untied the black gauze, her eyes twinkling.
"So cruel, killing people and seizing souls." Wanzi took a deep breath and said.
"Killing and soul-catching?"
Mr. Long was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of her words.
"What do you mean?" Wenren Muxue asked.
"It is to kill the enemy in a very short period of time, and at the moment the opponent dies, take action to arrest his soul. This is the soul arrest." Maruko explained.
"Why do you do this?" Mr. Long was trembling.
Wenren Muxue also cast her gaze at her, as if she wanted to get an answer.
"Well, usually the purpose of doing this is to keep the soul alive, and there is a special container. The moment the soul is taken out, it is directly put into the container, so that it can be taken back alive and then swallowed.
"
"Swallow?"
Mr. Long said tremblingly.
"Well, this is a method that has been lost for a long time in Longhu Island Taoism. Thousands of years ago, there was a special group of Taoists. After practicing Longhu Mountain Taoism, they did not want to go out of the mountain to pacify the demons, but used Taoism to arrest them.
Take the soul of a living person and bring it back to be melted and devoured to achieve the effect of tempering the strength of your own soul."
Wanzi frowned, raised his head to look at Lu Fan and said, "Presumably, you should also know who it is."
