Xiaolan stretched out her hand to Meng Fuling, who was lying on the stone bed.
"What are you going to do?!" Yuxuan pulled Xiaolan's hand back.
"Let's see if he is dead or alive." Xiaolan blinked matter-of-factly.
"He...he...he...what if he's alive?"
"Then just beat him to death quickly, it's such a simple question," Xiaolan said with an iron heart, "If you can't beat him to death, just run away."
With that said, Xiaolan put her fingers on Meng Fuling's neck regardless of the obstruction.
Cold body.
I can't feel the temperature, not even the slightest beat under my skin.
Meng Fuling is dead?
"It's dead." Xiaolan said.
Yuxuan trembled again.
"What...when did he die..."
Xiaolan played with Meng Fuling's stiff body and observed it carefully by candlelight.
"I don't know. People here don't rot even if they die. I can't tell when they died."
Xiaolan said, holding up her chin in confusion.
"But if he died early and always appeared in front of us as a dead person, Lao Luo's Panlongchi should be able to feel his soul.
"When will he die?"
At this time, Yuxuan also became brave. She hid behind Xiaolan and looked around, asking, "How did he die?"
Well, this is also the key.
There were no wounds on the surface of the corpse. Xiao Lan poked and prodded here and there and was too embarrassed to take off the corpse's clothes, but there was nothing abnormal about the exposed skin.
"It doesn't seem like he was hurt at all."
"Then...if he dies, can we go out?"
"Yeah," Xiaolan turned her head, "Mingya and the others' boundary is just to trap Meng Fuling. If Meng Fuling dies, the boundary should be broken."
"I don't understand this...does it mean we can go out?"
Xiaolan pursed her lips and looked solemnly at Meng Fuling's body.
"If the boundary is broken, it will disappear directly. But now that the boundary is still there, it means that the matter is not over yet."
Xiaolan stared at the corpse maliciously.
Could it be that the dead Meng Fuling should be scattered directly?
In fact, it is not impossible.
Xiaolan raised her hand and was already thinking about what moves to use to whip the corpse.
Space ability, send him to heaven?
No, no, obviously not.
Beat him to pieces with one punch?
They are already dead, so physical attacks should be of no use.
The Taoist priest does have this ability, but the key is that he has not learned it.
The same goes for Panlong Pond, it’s powerful, but you can’t use it.
How about... just use Luo Jiutian's submersible thunder that looks very impressive but its actual effect is unknown?
Ah, headache.
What exactly have you learned?
"Xiaolan, he seems to have something in his hand."
Yuxuan's words brought Xiaolan's attention back.
Yuxuan was seen pointing to the hand of the corpse facing them. The corpse's right hand was clenched tightly, and a black thing was looming in it.
"What's this?"
Yuxuan shook her head and quickly retracted her hand.
Xiaolan had no inhibitions and forcefully opened the dead man's stiff fingers and took out the thing tightly held in his palm.
A fingernail.
"Eh-" Yu Xuan curled her lips in disgust.
"The black nails," Xiaolan glanced at Meng Fuling's broken right hand, "are they his own fingernails?"
"No," Yuxuan shook her head, "These nails are very long, thin, and colored, like a girl's fake nails."
There is such a thing.
Xiaolan wrinkled her nose in confusion.
"Why are there nails in my hands? Could it be left by the person who killed him?" Xiaolan said to herself, "Who did this? I have to thank her properly."
Xiaolan had an idea and grabbed Meng Fuling's other hand. His left hand was also tightly held. Xiaolan opened it and found another black nail.
Or a couple?!
"No, we have to search carefully," Xiaolan put her fingernails in her pocket first, "I think there must be other things on him."
The candlelight was dim and could not be seen clearly. Xiaolan reached out to pick up the candle above Meng Fuling's head, and found that it was fixed on the table, so she simply broke it off.
Lifting up the white candle, Xiaolan looked at Meng Fuling's jeans pocket and shined a light on it.
The other hand reached into the pocket and fumbled around.
"There is something."
My fingers touched something with a very familiar texture, a thin piece with four corners that were neither sharp nor rounded.
Take it out.
It is a black paper card.
The card was pure black like her nails. Xiaolan held it and turned it over.
"Hey, there's a word!" Yuxuan shouted softly.
"Everything counts."
Xiaolan read out the five big characters on the back of the black card.
What is this?
When the candlelight came closer, Xiaolan held the piece of paper in front of her eyes and found that there were some small words under the big words.
"The office..."
Anything can be considered...a firm?
"There's also an address." Yuxuan pointed to the small print at the bottom.
"2015 to 2025, Xinjing City. Contact person...Miss Wu Ren."
Five kernels?
What is this all about?
Xiaolan looked at Yuxuan confusedly, and the other party's expression became even more confused.
"Maybe... maybe..." Xiaolan tried to put the clues together, "This Miss Wu Ren killed Meng Fuling and then left her own nails... Miss Wu Ren also has an agency...
Can any name be counted?..."
"Isn't this name a bit hasty?" Yuxuan said hesitantly.
"What's the name? Wuren or can it be anything?"
"They're all...very sloppy..."
"Cao BuCao put it aside first," Xiao Lan put the business card into his pants pocket, "It's hard to say whether Miss Wu Ren is still alive. Since she is related to Meng Fuling, is she also in the world?"
Strange clues are added.
Xiaolan tapped her chin with her index finger.
He definitely couldn't figure it out just by thinking about it. Xiaolan was about to search for other places when a chill suddenly hit him from behind.
It was only a moment, but the feeling turned from chill to danger, and danger turned into murderous intent.
Xiaolan clearly felt this change.
The body responds accordingly.
He stopped Yuxuan behind him with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to raise it.
That familiar face.
That familiar knife.
The silver light reflected by that familiar blade.
how?!
Before Xiaolan could think about what happened, Meng Fuling's knife had already stabbed straight into his heart.
A scream came from the mouth of Yuxuan who fell behind Xiaolan.
A desperate scream.
Do you want to... again?
But this was given to me by Xiaoxiao.
No!
A cry of unwillingness rang out from Xiaolan's heart.
Xiaolan closed her palms into fists, trying to turn the tide at the last moment.
The tip of the knife had already pierced into Xiaolan's coat.
The knife was full of blood and evil, approaching towards his beating heart.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound of metal clashing.
Xiaolan was shocked, but the expected pain did not appear.
Along with the sound of metal colliding, there was a dazzling golden light emitting from the area on the chest where the injury should have been.
The golden light seemed to have an entity, and it blocked Meng Fuling's knife fiercely.