"Hehe, wake up......"

He Fei felt someone shake her body, and opened her eyes in a daze, only to find Shen Miao staring at her anxiously.

The storm hit the window wall more than one wave after another, and there were small cool raindrops wafting in the air, and it was still raining outside. The meager coolness made her wake up slightly, and then she realized that everything was just a dream.

She was a little surprised, rubbed her eyes and said, "Why are you here?"

Shen Ling's face was gloomy, and his voice was very hoarse, "Don't ask, there's something wrong with Yaxian." ”

He Yan suddenly felt a sigh in his heart, the ancient painting in his hand in the dream was still vivid, how could he ...... After a sloppy freshening, the two hurriedly came to the dormitory on the second floor, in addition to the hangover of Shang Yang Shangshen, the square horn god, the Xu Heng Shangxian, the Gu Shooting Fairy, the Yuyin Immortal Master and others were all outside the door, some covered their chests and looked panicked, and some looked left and right, as if something terrible had happened.

Under the dim lamp and candle, I saw Guo Yaxian dead on the floor, still holding a pot of unfinished bamboo wine in his hand. The blood from his throat gushed out a large patch of his chest, which had turned into a deep dark red, congealed into lumps, and was killed by a cut throat.

The scene was extremely ferocious and bloody, and the smell of corpses, blood rust, and rain was mixed together, making people smell sick. Gu Shooting Fairy was the first person to find the body, and she was so frightened that she fell into Xuheng's arms and sobbed incessantly.

The temple owner meditated on the spot and chanted the scriptures for the deceased, and the rest of the people also wept sadly. The corpse of the immortal will disappear when the warmth fades, and the corpse of the immortal has slowly disappeared from the ankle and gradually spread throughout the body.

He Yan's body trembled, and the scene of Chi Fengbo's throat being cut suddenly appeared in front of him. Shen Yan lowered his head and rubbed a drop of blood with his fingertips, put it under his nose and sniffed, raised his head, "It's been two hours since I lost my breath." ”

He Yu leaned down and stared at the hideous and terrible wound on his neck, the wound cut into the marrow, and he was killed with a knife, which was indeed very similar to the technique of 096. However, from last night's banquet to now, no one has been found to be suspicious. But whoever is fishing in troubled waters, how can he hide the eyes of Jiang Qi, and how can he hide the eyes of Shen Ling and himself?

How could 096 come out of nothing? Could he really have God's help?

Fang Jiao said in a deep voice: "This immortal heard that Shangqing has come in and there is a serial killer, and several gods in Shangqing have lost their lives. It is said that this person's usual trick is to cut his throat and not ...... Guo Yajun is also ......"

Shen Miao also seemed to be aware of the abnormality of the situation, and said: "Although the methods and actions are very similar to 096, it cannot be concluded whether this is a deliberate imitation by someone. His distant eyes drifted out into the pouring rain, "In such a terrible rainy day, I'm afraid it's not easy to break into the box from outside." The most likely is that the killer has been hiding in the mansion and committing the murder at night. ”

The temple master clasped his hands together on his chest, "Sin." Through suffering, one can be cleansed of the soul. ”

He Yan said solemnly: "Your Excellency the temple master, please immediately send someone to pass the book to the Shangqing Giant Spirit God, and ask him to come and deal with this matter." If that person is here, we must immediately get into combat mode. ”

The temple master still bowed his head and murmured: "Such a calamity has been created in the box manhole, and it is a calamity from heaven to the decrepit. The old man should do his best to help capture the murderer and comfort the soul of the immortal. ”

The temple master instructed Xinyue Fox and others to carry Kuaya's body to the basement, and the rest of the people were sleepy after such a fuss, and spontaneously came to the autumn fast to meditate.

Shen Ling and Heyu have been dealing with such murders all day long, but they can still calm down and think about this time. The god of cosy yoke repeats over and over again that the husband and wife are not murderers, while Yuyin and the god of the square horn blame each other, put forward all kinds of absurd reasons for the killing, and argue endlessly.

He Yan pinched the temples that were throbbing suddenly, this group of fools usually think of themselves as high-minded, and they will only clear themselves of slandering others, but they will paint this matter darker and darker. Shen Hui leaned against the wall with one hand, with such a thoughtful demeanor and frowning brows, as if he had encountered an extremely tricky matter.

"Besides, the gods don't have an old vendetta against any of us, do they?" said Ugakure. After such a fright, he had already woken up from his drinking.

"No," Fang Jiao cleared his throat, "even if anyone has an old grudge against Kuaya, they won't say it at this time." What's more, the god is cold and self-disciplined on weekdays, and he can't even say a word more, so how can he make enemies with others?"

The temple master put a blanket on his body and shrunk all over, "Don't be impatient, you are old and have passed the book for thousands of miles, and I believe that the gods of the Shangqing Dynasty will definitely come to help us capture the real culprit." ”

Then he sneezed, "It's rude." Guo Yajun had been drinking in Xia Zhai before he was killed, and he was not sent back to the dormitory by the western servants until the time of Hai. Yin Shigu shot the fairy and heard the movement next door, and when he knocked on the door, he found that he had been killed by cutting his throat. I think it was during this time that he was victimized by thieves. ”

All the immortals agreed, and Jiang Qi hugged his fists and said: "The subordinates and Dusk Cha have been patrolling all over the mansion, and it is impossible for anyone to sneak into the mansion secretly. There are enchantments in the four corners of the mansion, and even if he is an invisible person, it is impossible to break into the dormitory on the state of Yaxian without destroying the enchantment at all. ”

Seeing that everyone looked confused, He Yan secretly shook his head. These people haven't seen the incredible methods of 096, let alone quietly destroying the temple and killing people, the ghost mother of the hanging orphan was lured to open the seal of the well by mistake, and the king was killed by the golden plate mud tire, one by one, it is unbelievable and out of nothing, and which one can use common sense to imagine?

It's just that the death of Guo Ya is really him? She glanced sideways at Shen Xuan, who was still thinking and meditating, and without saying a word, she knew that there was definitely something else hidden in this matter.

"Since no one can come in from outside, then—" the temple master's voice trembled slightly, "the murderer must be among the people in the mansion." ”

Before the words fell, everyone's hearts were full of joy, and the real murderer may be next to him, discussing the murder case with everyone, and wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes like everyone else!

"Xiao Xian saw that at the banquet, Yajun had been talking to Miss Heyu for a long time...... I don't know what you said?" said the fairy, turning her gaze to Heyu, and whispered.

He Yu saw this basin of dirty water splashed on his head, but he didn't bother to defend it, and only said lightly: "It's just a drunken remark, what's ——— strange thing" Before the words fell, the voice suddenly turned lighter, and she remembered Guan Ya's brainless words like a shock: She is the beloved wife of the temple master!

That painting, that painting!

She got up and saluted the temple master, "Lord the temple master, I want to go to the dormitory of the temple again." ”

A trace of surprise flashed in the temple master's eyes, and then he was hidden by other complex emotions, "Winged Fire Snake, take the girl with you." ”

Shen Miao suddenly got up and said, "I'll go with me too." ”

He was stunned, and when he saw that he didn't know when he changed back to that careless posture, he knew that he had come up with a rough idea of this. Inadvertently touched the other party's lake-like eyes, slightly turbulent, and suddenly felt a sense of peace of mind.

Following the original path through the narrow staircase and dark corridor, Xinyue Fox took out a thin key from a large number of keys and opened the door, although the body had been removed, but the humanoid bloodstain still existed. In this newly calamity-stricken dormitory, only a white candle emits a faint light, which is about to be swallowed up by the boundless darkness around it.

He Yu couldn't care about the smell of corpses, and ran into the dormitory to look for the ancient paintings. This dormitory is just in the shade of the box, the tables, stools, vases, beds and all the items in the hall are placed as before, and the situation has only stayed for less than half a night, leaving few traces of pitiful, and the concubine rummaged left and right, but did not see the trace of the ancient painting.

After searching for a long time to no avail, she found Shen Miao leaning against the lattice of the door, watching her busy with narrow eyes.

"You can't find it like this. ”