Blue Dian Lake.

There has never been a living thing in 10,000 years, and today it is unusually lively, and the place within a radius of one mile is full of people.

The narrator repeats the same story over and over again, and the people below listen without blinking their eyes, standing for hours at a time, as if this is the only way to alleviate the panic and fear in their hearts.

At the mountain pass, more than a dozen guards formed a human wall to stop the influx of the rioting crowd. The slightest step forward will immediately attract loud reprimands, or even take them down on the spot.

As soon as He Yan landed, a large group of people hugged him and kept asking questions. Most of these people moaned without illness, and they only came here to see how miserable others were, and they didn't have the slightest sympathy at all, and they flew like flies all over the sky.

He Yan frowned, found a way to support them, and walked quickly towards the mountain pass. She hurried over after hearing about the murder, but she didn't expect that there were so many people watching the excitement.

The surrounding scenery is beautiful and tragic, with two oblique cliffs and spires squeezing each other. Behind the cliff is surrounded by barren mountains, and the bright snow covers the mountains, black, black and white, like a huge mourning hall standing between heaven and earth, so desolate that it is a little mad.

He Yan didn't leave for long, and the little priest Muke greeted her and looked her up and down, "The girl is the immortal envoy sent by His Royal Highness the Prince?"

He Yu nodded, "What's going on inside?"

Mu Ke looked awe-inspired, bowed, and explained simply: "At the end of the day, Ling Liu, the patrol guard of Landian Lake, vaguely saw a figure flickering by. At that time, it was dark and gloomy, and Ling Liu couldn't see clearly, but as soon as he walked in, he found ...... There's a corpse there. There was no shadow of a person around, and Xiaoxian thought that it might be the murderer who killed him......"

He Fei didn't bother to listen to his unreliable conjectures, coughed, and interrupted: "Take me in first." ”

With a look of regret, Muke walked towards Taniguchi with Kazumi. Landian Lake is in the middle of the valley. A pool of blue water shimmering in the sunlight, strange and unreal.

It had been snowing here for two days and two nights in a row, and the matter had just cleared, and the cold wind was swishing and making people shiver. He Yan walked against the wind, and saw a silver ice sculpture leaning on the edge of the lake in the distance—

It wasn't an ice sculpture.

A man with his back to the sky, his face covered with a layer of bluish frost, had been dead for a long time. His eyes bulged out and twisted in extreme horror, and there was a hideous wound on his neck that was more than three inches long, cutting straight through his throat. The blood did not coagulate, gurgled and flowed, fell into the blue lake, turned black, and sank to the bottom of the lake.

The scarlet color is rendered on top of the ice crystals, and the red and blue rendering is shocking. The shimmer of light slanted down from the top of the mountain, and through the ice crystals, it bounced in all directions, forming a phantom of a six-pointed flower that flickered and disappeared.

The priests were busy chanting the Transcendental Mantra, and some of the guards were priing through the backlog of frost with small chisels. He Yan caught a glimpse of the black dots beside the bluestone, leaving a small piece of unfinished candle. She picked up the candle and found it to be just a plain piece of white wax with nothing to be desired.

Mu Ke said: "The one who was killed was Chifeng Boxian of Shangqing. The lady of his mansion has just come, and she is going to make a big fuss about it or death, and we are going to hand over the murderer. After a pause, he sighed, "Chi Fengbo is also an old man in Shangqing, I don't know how much hatred it is, asking people to kill in this wasteland by such cruel means." ”

He Yan has also seen a more tragic death than this, but this time the deceased is in a high position, and if the murderer is not brought to justice, I am afraid it will be difficult to calm the anger of the public.

He Yan picked up the candle in her hand and said, "What's going on?"

The wooden guest was very surprised, "Why did the girl bring this?" Xiaoxian replied that the priests accidentally dropped it this morning. ”

Seeing that this person was also unreliable, He Yu glanced at him, "Why are you so careless? If this thing is left by the murderer, I am afraid it will be a big mistake." ”

Mu Ke thought for a moment, and said, "It should be that Chi Fengbo burned something before he died......

He said: "How do you know that it was not the murderer?"

"Huh?" the wooden guest scratched his head, "What is the murderer doing with candles? Is this ice and snow for warmth?"

He Yan shook her head and sighed secretly, returned to the wooden tent by the lake, and took out the book in her arms. This "Record of the Dead" has been written for most of the time, recording all the murderous and strange things he has encountered since he became the prince's apprentice. In contrast, today's events are difficult to write, after all, the murderer does not know, the cause is unknown, only the name of the deceased, what is there to write?

This time, the prince Lou Che sent himself to investigate the matter, and if he lived up to the prince's expectations, I am afraid that he would no longer be able to rely on him.

Just when he was annoyed, Mu Ke chased in, "Miss He, those priests think it's cold here, and they have boiled some hot milk, do you want to have a bowl while it's hot?"

He Yan took the hot milk in his hand, took a big sip, and said, "Do you know what kind of person the deceased was on weekdays?"

Mu Ke was thinking about the drama of atonement for his sins, and when he heard He's question, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Xiaoxian naturally knows." The deceased Chi Feng Bo is a henchman of Hao Yuanjun, who has been 50,000 years old in the Shangqing realm, and has been on display for thousands of years, eradicating countless demons and evil ways. This sudden death is not easy for anyone to accept......"

"What kind of feud does he have?"

"Chi Fengbo is cautious and respectable, he is a figure of a generation of grandmasters, and he is all kind to others, and he has never heard of any enmity. Oh yes—" Mu Ke said as he hurriedly ran out to retrieve a thin short blade, "This was found by Ling Liu next to the corpse, and it was still stained with blood, and the murderer should have hurt people with this." ”

He Yan took the broken blade and held it in the palm of his hand, and glared at the wooden guest, "Why did you give it to me such an important thing?"

Mu Ke smiled awkwardly, "It's Xiaoxian who was negligent." Xiaoxian is not in trouble, and she asks the girl not to give His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

He Yan looked closely at the broken blade as thin as paper, only as long as a knuckle, and it was not as special as the white wax by the lake. It was this thing that cut Chi Fengbo's throat and killed him with a knife.

To be able to make such a small thing commit murder, it is not trivial to think that the strength of the murderous finger is not trivial. He Yu's heart moved, and he just wanted to ask the wooden guest fairy again, but when he saw that he was also confused, he had to sigh: "Okay, tell the priests to recite the mantra of the past several times, and transcend the soul as soon as possible." I'll go back to my life first. ”

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