If it was said that someone from the various sects had been killed and could not be found, Ziyi felt that it was nothing. But the head of the family was killed.

Shouldn't all the heads be people with strong martial arts?

Who is it that can kill them invisibly? And I can't even find out the cause of death!

After a bumpy night, the next morning, three people were already standing at the foot of the Shaolin Temple Mountain. The mountain road was difficult to walk, and the carriage could not go up the mountain, so the three of them had to get out of the car and continue walking.

There were also a lot of people along the way, all dressed up, and many people looked at the three people in purple curiously.

After all, I have never heard of a woman dressed like this. And he stood on the side of the protector of Wuhua Palace.

Could it be the new protector of Wuhua Palace?

Everyone secretly speculated, but they didn't dare to come forward and ask.

After all, Wuhua Palace has always been a loner since it became famous in the rivers and lakes. If it weren't for the fact that this incident also involved the people of Wuhua Palace, presumably Wuhua Palace would not have come to this troubled water at all.

Of course, this matter is not clear to Ziyi.

Shaolin Temple is located on the top of the mountain, and after walking along the mountain road for about half an hour, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and it was about to rain.

This winter day is no better than summer, and if it rains or snows at this time, it will only make everyone unbearable.

"Ziyi, I think, let's find a place to avoid it." Mu Beichen looked at the sky worriedly and spoke.

"It's just this barren mountain and wilderness, where can you avoid it? I wonder how long it will take to get to Shaolin Temple? Ziyi also frowned, most of the pine trees planted on this mountain were green, even this winter day looked lush, plus the mountain road was rugged, and a few people walked for half an hour, but they couldn't see the temple.

"Big brother! Let's take refuge in the woods! I'm afraid the rain is coming down soon! In the group of people on the side, a man who looked relatively thin said to the older man who was beating the head.

"Good! Let's go into the woods! Keep an eye on your step! The man who took the lead looked at the sky, and immediately made a decision, and a group of five people quickly dodged into the woods.

And everyone else, apparently, did the same.

Soon, only the three people in purple were left on this rugged mountain road.

"If you want to go to Shaolin Temple, you will need at least a stick of incense." Duanmu Qi frowned and continued: "If we use light exercises, we should be able to go to the temple before the rain." ”

"Then use light work!" Ziyi said, on tiptoe, and his figure had jumped a few meters away. And the two men behind him obviously didn't expect Ziyi to have such a good light skill, and they still stood a little stunned.

"If you don't lead the way, this rain will fall in a while, and I'm afraid we will all freeze to death here!" Ziyi was a little annoyed!

These two big men, how can everything seem to be grinding and chirping, if they had said that they would use light work earlier, a few people would not be so anxious now.

Of course, what she didn't expect at all was that the two men considered walking precisely because they were with her.

Looking at Ziyi's soft and weak appearance, except for being a little arrogant when he spoke, he couldn't tell that he was a person with strong martial arts.

Hearing Ziyi's words, Duanmu Qi and Mu Beichen glanced at each other and followed.

Several people entered the temple gate a few seconds before the heavy rain took pictures.

Looking at the torrential rain outside the eaves, Ziyi secretly shook his head and sighed, I am afraid that those who hide in the woods will not be able to escape this catastrophe in this pouring rain.

Xiao Shami allocated two wings for the three of them, and since the Shaolin Temple generally does not accept female guests, there is no special accommodation for female guests. But Ziyi didn't care about any of this.

In this unfamiliar place, living closer to Duanmuqi and Duanmu Qi makes it more secure.

The rain outside the window kept falling and had no intention of stopping.

It's freezing on this day, and it's raining if it doesn't snow, and I can only sigh that I'm unlucky.

After the meal, Ziyi sat in the room in a daze, and the appearance of Duanmu Kaoru appeared in his head again.

shook his head vigorously, and Ziyi was a little annoyed!

It's just that I just sneaked out to play for a few days, why can't I get rid of that man's shadow in my head!

"Ziyi, have you slept?" Outside the door, remembering Mu Beichen's voice, Ziyi pursed her lips and said, "Not yet." ”

got up and opened the door for Mu Beichen, and unexpectedly found that he was the only one standing outside the door.

"Xiaoyao has already gone to the mourning hall of Master Shihuai, do you want to come with me? Now there are a lot of people living in this temple, you better follow, I don't worry about one person. ”

Ziyi was stunned for a moment before she realized that the "Xiaoyao" in Mu Beichen's mouth referred to Duanmu Qi, and after a little contemplation, she nodded.

The two of them followed the little novice who led the way, and walked towards the mourning hall of the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

On the road, the cold wind blows like eyes, and blows into the cuffs and collars of people. The purple clothes tightened the fox fur on the outside, and the little face was red from the cold.

Seeing this, Mu Beichen pulled Ziyi to the inside of his body, at least this would block some wind for Ziyi.

Ziyi glanced at Mu Beichen gratefully.

"Donor, the master's mourning hall is in front, donor, please." After saying this, the little novice retreated.

Ziyi is a little strange, it stands to reason that the mourning hall of this deceased person should not be a casual place for people to enter, right? Why is this little novice so relieved to hang a few of them here?

Aren't they afraid that they will disrespect the dead?

"The cause of death of this abbot is probably the same as that of the previous masters. Otherwise, this little novice wouldn't have let us in so lightly. Nowadays, it is important to find out the cause of death, so anyone who is interested or has clues can come and check it out. ”

Ziyi found that every time she had any questions in her heart, this Mu Beichen could always answer them for her as soon as possible, as if she knew how to read minds.

"How did you get to know the protector of this Wuhua Palace?"

If you want to get to the mourning hall, you have to go through a long corridor, and on the way, Ziyi asked curiously.

"I'm also from this Wuhua Palace."

Mu Beichen's words made Ziyi slightly stunned.

She couldn't have imagined that the power of this Wuhua Palace had already developed to other small countries! Even the prince of Beichen Kingdom would be a person from Wuhua Palace?

How powerful is this Wuhua Palace!

"But how could this Wuhua Palace be interested in this matter?"

If Ziyi is not mistaken, Duanmu Xun once said that this Wuhua Palace is just doing things for him, and the prestige on the rivers and lakes is only operated by Duanmu Qi a little bit, it stands to reason that if something happens to the rivers and lakes, the Wuhua Palace should not interfere.

Even if he interferes, it should only be Duanmu Qi alone.

"Because there are also dead people in Wuhua Palace." After a little hesitation, Mu Beichen replied: "In addition to the palace master, Wuhua Palace claims that there are only two Dharma protectors, but in fact there are four. In addition to Nie Yun and Xiaoyao, there are also me and Mu Elegy. It's just that a few days ago, the elegy was suddenly attacked. ”

At the mention of this, Mu Beichen's eyes had a faint sadness.

"Mu Elegy?" Ziyi frowned, and when she mentioned the surname "Mu", she suddenly thought of Mu Lingyin, the lord of Lingyin Country. This Mu Elegy, shouldn't it have something to do with Lingyin Country?

But look at Mu Beichen, a dignified prince of Beichen Kingdom, then it is not surprising to add a person from Lingyin Country.

"She is the niece of the Lord of the Lingyin Country."

"Sure enough."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived outside the door of the mourning hall. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in the sky, followed by a "boom" of thunder.

Ziyi was taken aback, and instinctively hid behind Mu Beichen.

The lightning flashed, the white flowers on the mourning hall emitted a miserable light, and the purple clothes were smart, and they clearly felt the existence of evil spirits near this mourning hall.

It's just that this kind of existence is very weird, as if a soul has been broken down into countless parts, surrounding the entire mourning hall.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart, and Ziyi grabbed Mu Beichen's hand violently and said, "Quick! Let's go in! ”

Mu Beichen also realized the strangeness of the atmosphere, and followed Ziyi to kick open the door of the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, a big coffin was facing the door, and the lid of the coffin had been opened, but there was no shadow of Duanmuqi everywhere.

"Escape?! Get away! ”

Mu Beichen turned the entire mourning hall over, and kept calling Duanmu Qi, but there was no response.

"Don't scream, he's here, he just passed out, he should be fine." At the coffin, Ziyi stared closely at the person lying in the coffin, dressed in fiery red clothes, and under the silver mask, Duanmu Qi's face did not have any expression. "Help me pull him out."

The two of them pulled Duanmuqi out of the coffin, Mu Beichen pinched Duanmuqi hard, and after a while, Duanmuqi woke up.

"What's going on? What about the corpse of the Master of Relief? Mu Beichen asked anxiously.

There was nothing in the coffin except Duanmuqi. This surprised Ziyi and Mu Beichen again.

Duanmuqi's martial arts are not weak, and Ziyi and Mu Beichen know this. Who was the person who could knock Duanmuqi unconscious without any precautions, put him in a coffin, and take away the abbot's body in this heavy rain?!

Why did the other party take the body away?

Or is it that?

"I don't know, I just remember that I was checking the body of Master Shihuai, and suddenly there was a knock on the door, I thought it was you guys coming, and while looking at the door, I felt a pain in the back of my head, and I was unconscious."

Duanmuqi rubbed the back of his head, where a big bag was already swollen.

"So, this person was hidden in this mourning hall from the beginning?" Mu Beichen frowned and looked at this mourning hall again.

It's just that the entire mourning hall is a boxy room, and it is impossible for anyone to hide here except for the people under the offering table in front of the hall. And the offering table didn't even have a single thing to cover, so it couldn't hide people!

"Maybe it wasn't the man who knocked him unconscious." Although Ziyi didn't want to admit it, he looked at the strange water-stained thing on the ground, and finally opened his mouth: "It's been about five days since this Liberation Master died. After death, circulating blood flows to the surface of the corpse, and plasma oozes blood vessels and collects between the epidermis and dermis of the skin, forming putrid blisters. Putrefactive blisters are filled with foul-smelling liquids and sometimes gases. The fluid in the putrid blister is pale red or greenish in color, and when it bursts, the epidermis peels off, revealing a reddish, brown, or pale green surface. If you look at the red, green, and green stains on the ground, I think it's the rotten blisters that have come down from them. ”

Ziyi was once obsessed with a novel about forensics, and she remembered every plot in it clearly. Especially when it comes to corpses, those depictions often give her nightmares.

"You don't mean that the Master of Liberation got up and knocked me unconscious, right?" Duanmu Qi raised his voice in disbelief, only to suddenly feel a cold wind behind his neck, cool.

"It's not like you haven't seen it-" Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Zi Yi suddenly closed his mouth, and hurriedly changed the subject: "As far as I know, some people will use silk threads to control these corpses!" ”

"How do you know I've seen it?"

Duanmu Qi still grasped the key point in Ziyi's words and asked curiously.

You must know that the only people who know about this matter are him, Duanmu Xun and Ling Ziyi.

Could it be that this purple clothes are really Ling Ziyi?

Duanmu Qi looked at the purple clothes carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that there were two portraits, but these eyes-

Could it be that she used some special method?

"My master said it." A fine layer of cold sweat had already appeared on Ziyi's back, but he still pretended to be okay on his face, and replied indifferently: "My master knows everything." ”

"Oh." Thinking about it, it still feels strange, but at this time, Duanmu Qi didn't have the heart to ask more, "It's a pity that it's raining heavily outside, otherwise we can definitely follow this trace to find the abbot's body!" ”

"What makes me curious is that there shouldn't be many people who know this method, what is the purpose of this person killing so many masters?" Ziyi squatted down, looking at the marks on the ground, as if asking questions, and as if talking to himself.

If you want these corpses, then you can naturally take them away when you kill someone, so why wait until the corpses are decomposed?

I really can't figure this out.

"In any case, it's better for us to tell the people in the temple the news first, if it's too late, I'm afraid we will all be suspected." Mu Beichen said, opened the door, "Let's go, it's useless to stay here." ”

This place always gave him a very bad feeling, and this feeling made him want to escape.

A little fear rose in my heart.

He has never been afraid of heaven and earth, but for the first time, he has this kind of fear.

On the way back, I didn't see anyone in the Shaolin Temple, but at the gate, I saw more than a dozen people who were drenched like chickens in soup. These are the same people who hid in the forest in the first place.

Xu was really unable to hide in the forest, so these people gritted their teeth and braved the rain to go up the mountain.

"Help—help!"

In the distance, I suddenly heard a weak cry for help from among those people, and all three of them heard this voice, you look at me, I look at you, and finally gritted their teeth and ran towards the rain.

"What's going on!"

It wasn't until they got closer that the three of them realized that these people were unbearable, and they had some blood stains on their bodies. And the number of people seems to be a few fewer than before.

The young man who spoke at that time is gone!

"Why are there fewer people?" Ziyi asked two questions in a row, but everyone seemed to have just experienced something terrible, and they all trembled and didn't speak.

It wasn't until Duanmuqi found the novice in the temple, led everyone into the house, changed into clean clothes, and regathered in the hall to drink ginger soup, that the feelings eased slightly.

"In the Lower Purpura sect Wang Fuming, I--we met Master Shihuai-" The man who spoke was the man who looked a little older at the time, and was called "big brother" by the young man, and his voice was still a little excited, "He was like crazy and bit people when he saw them, and several of us were bitten to death by him." ”

"Zombies—"

Hearing Wang Fuming's words, the first thing that came to Ziyi's mind was the "loss" often played in American blockbusters! But here, without a biochemical virus, how can there be a loss of existence?

"What did you say?"

I don't know if it's because the room is too quiet, or if everyone's nerves are too nervous, when Ziyi's words were spit out lightly, a woman who looked to be in her early twenties on the side suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Ziyi's arm, and her voice was terrible: "You-you say it again?!" ”

"It hurts—"

The woman's nails slashed into Ziyi's arm, and Ziyi screamed in pain, pushing the woman out with a force.

"What else is different about Master Liberation?" Walking in front of Wang Fuming, Ziyi continued to ask.

"Yes, yes, yes! I remember that Master Liberation's body smelled so bad! The clothes are also tattered! And his eyes! He doesn't have a pupil at all! Hearing Ziyi's question, a man in his thirties on the side rushed to answer.

"yes, I smell that too! It's the smell of rotting corpses! Could it be that it is a corpse?! Someone else in the crowd chimed in.

"No-it's not a corpse--it's not a zombie-it's a zombie! It's a zombie! The woman who had just been pushed by the purple clothes was prostrate on the ground, muttering in her mouth, and for a while, there was no other sound in the hall.

Everyone remained silent.

Without seeing it with his own eyes, Ziyi couldn't be sure whether the Master of Liberation was accused by others, or if he had become an evil creature himself. Gritting her teeth, she looked at the people in the hall and said, "Is anyone of you willing to take me to the scene to see!" If we let it go, I'm afraid that more people will be killed! ”

Duanmu Qi looked at Ziyi in surprise, he never thought that this woman who didn't seem to have much ability would have such courage.

And Mu Beichen had a smile on the corner of his mouth, the woman he fell in love with was really interesting.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, but no one will stand up.

They never wanted to experience that horrible scene just now.

"I saw with my own eyes that my eldest brother's sword stabbed the abbot in the chest, but the abbot seemed to have no pain at all! We can't kill him! I don't want to go! ”

"yes, I don't want to go either! It's horrible! What does the life or death of others have to do with us! I'm going down tomorrow as soon as it's fine! Go back to my house and plant my land! ”

There were more and more people who agreed, and the corners of Ziyi's mouth hooked up a mocking sneer: "Everyone is so greedy for life and afraid of death, why do you want to come here and go down the mountain?" Aren't you afraid that before you go down the mountain, the monster will return to the mountain? ”