"He's dead."

Xu Zhi's voice echoed in the secret room.

The expected situation of disturbing the first person of this grandmaster to retreat, and the other party's angry attack did not happen.

This is different from what many people imagine.

But for some reason, many people in the inspection department breathed a sigh of relief.

Things didn't go in the worst direction, and they didn't go in the best direction.

At the beginning of the verification of Wang Dong, many people were suspicious, but many people did not dare to think in that direction.

Now that Wang Dong, who has been inspected, has died in retreat, he is gone.

The verification of the bitter religion is still a dead knot, but at least there is no major conflict between the former auxiliary country and the general office of the inspection department.

"Autopsy."

Xu Zhi raised the head of the corpse slightly, only to see that the former personable grandmaster had scratched his face.

Manic, silent, confused, hopeless, restrained, exploding......

Before dying, it's hard to imagine how much the other person has gone through.

Xu Zhi commanded lightly, and then let go of the corpse to look around.

Spring Breeze Ten Mile Sword, Thunder Flute, Easy Fan, Poisonous Dagger Cold Moon Blade.

Wang Dong's four Grandmaster weapons were all hung on the weapon rack.

Unlike ordinary grandmasters who are proficient in one subject, he has learned a lot of things, and he is also very good at them, proficient in swords, flutes, fans, and knives.

Each weapon has its own subtlety, and it is very comfortable against the enemy, which makes Wang Dong rarely targeted.

But someone once said that if Wang Dong's cultivation was not so mixed, he might not be the first grandmaster, but there might be a place for him among the great grandmasters.

With the identity of an ascetic sect and standing on top of the temple, Wang Dong not only learned very complicated, but also acted in an extremely complicated way.

Xu Zhi gently stroked the blade, feeling that each weapon could tell a story.

It was a few minutes before he turned to his desk.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone.

These are just ordinary things.

What made Xu Zhi pay attention was the words inscribed on the paper.

"Everything is empty, where is the fate"

The eight large characters on the paper are particularly eye-catching.

Recalling the topic of 'discussing life' with Wang Dong at the beginning, Xu Zhi seemed quite silent.

This kind of life is the worst life for a great cultivator.

"Why are you like this?"

Coming with full of anger, Song Zhongkai had even prepared the long sword, but he didn't expect this kind of scene either.

He had known Wang Dong a long time ago, and he had worked with the same dynasty, and the two sides had very harmonious ideas of governing the country, and there were very few disputes.

Wang Dong took care of his body and emotions, and had been together day and night for more than ten years.

No matter how bad the people's hearts are, they can't do one thing in front of him, and it's another set to carry him behind their backs.

Song Zhongkai wanted to question the other party fiercely, but now he was at a loss.

He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and pushed the wheelchair forward, examining the corpse that was both familiar and strange.

"Why are you like this?"

Looking at Wang Dong's scratched face, Song Zhongkai only felt countless painful emotions surging in his heart.

"General Mansion, we have verified that the suspect Wang Dong died in mid-June, which is a ...... of overdose of drugs that caused a body collapse."

The identity of the deceased, the time of death, the cause of death.

Under the inspection of many people in the inspection department, one report after another was submitted.

Xu Zhi pinched the report in his hand, his hand trembled slightly, and the mood in his eyes was calm for a while, and angry for a while.

He eventually smashed the reports to the ground.

"Go to Nima's Bitter Teaching!"

Huo Yingshan and Wang Dong, the two of them went crazy and died, and the verification of the bitter sect went directly to a dead end.

Everything is empty, where is the fate?

Xu Zhi felt that the eight words of Wang Dong's question were very suitable for him.

Where is this going forward?

"The Headquarters?"

Fan Tiexin on the side snorted in a low voice.

This made Xu Zhi sort out his emotions and smile slightly.

In addition to the strength of the body itself, when it was really impossible to end up with a reverse calculation, he also used the insanity effect caused by dragon's blood as an excuse, so that he could cooperate with other people's investigations, and he could also leave his post safely with physical problems.

He calculated a lot, but Wang didn't answer a single move.

The other party just died.

This made Xu Zhi very unwilling.

Wang Dong should not be an outcast of the bitter sect.

His status is important, whether it is above the court or in the bitter religion, it is difficult for a few people to compare.

This important role was played against anyone, not calculated, and not hit any political opponents.

Xu Zhi didn't believe in this result,

His angry voice startled many people.

Some people who swayed left and right to guess the real one confirmed the true purpose of Xu Zhi's inspection.

At this time, many people felt chills in their hearts.

Fortunately, Wang Dong died, and if it is found out, I don't know how many people will be implicated.

But it may not be easy now.

The current auxiliary Lu Shengan is on the side.

If such a big thing happens, as long as the result is decided, Lu Shengan will definitely take advantage of the situation, and the group of people who were reused by Wang Dong in the past will inevitably be suppressed.

Bitter religion is a puddle of mud, and no one wants to be contaminated.

At least on the bright side.

In order to avoid being implicated and protect their lives, this group of people will not even dare to speak out against it.

"Sort out all the information you can collect and fill in the gaps."

Xu walked straight to the corpse and personally probed the other party's body.

It had been more than two months since they died, but the bodies of the great cultivators were not the same as ordinary people, and although they had serious corruption, they did not rot to the point of growing maggots.

Many families will even shape golden bodies for the great cultivators who have died, which can maintain the undefeated body for many years and provide for future generations to worship.

Xu Zhi probed for a while, but in the end to no avail, he withdrew his hand.

He bit his lip for a while, and finally said: "Accept the people involved in the Wang family and the former Fuguo Mansion, maintain the interrogation, punish if there is a mistake, and release it if there is no fault, and the body of Grandmaster Wang Dong can be buried in the ......"

"Slow!"

Xu Zhizheng was about to put an end to this wave of inspections and control the situation within the smallest range of influence, but he only heard Song Zhongkai in the room say, and he immediately stopped.

"Situ, come here."

Song Zhongkai's face was full of gloom, but there was also a look of doubt on his face.

He beckoned to Situ Xuankong, who was in a gloomy mood on the outside, and Situ Xuankong came over with his sword raised.

"Wang Dong has come to you several times to discuss, you should know his body, you take a good look, take a closer look, I feel a little wrong, but I can't say anything wrong," Song Zhongkai said.

"Something is wrong?" Situ Xuankong wondered: "What's wrong?" ”

"It doesn't feel right."

Great cultivators have six senses, and the occasional hint of vigilance can perceive the unusual.

And Song Zhongkai, as an emperor, will not lack suspicion.

At this time, he was suspicious, and he couldn't speak, and Situ Xuankong was quite confused when he heard it.

But after getting along for many years, whether it was true or false, Song Zhongkai had no problem with doubts, and this doubt even helped them avoid several killings in previous years.

Although confused, Situ Xuankong attached importance to Song Zhongkai's doubts.

As he scanned the corpse, his hands reached out, scrutinizing every inch of the other's skin and bones.

"It's wrong."

The more he groped for the corpse, the more solemn Situ Xuankong's face became.

After he squeezed his hands several times, he raised his head to look at Song Zhongkai.

"The meridians in his body are not right, they are shrinking too much compared to normal."

The power of the drug can lead to blockage, condensation, confusion, and even atrophy that may occur over the years.

However, it is impossible for the whole body to contract in just a few months, especially if Wang Dong went to the northern Xinjiang to roughly heal his body.

The corpse was still intact, which was very helpful for Situ Xuankong's judgment.

At this time, his face was different, and he looked at Song Zhongkai.

"Drugs?" Song Zhongkai doubted.

"This can't be caused by drugs, this is the contraction of the number one, what medicine can shrink the meridians of the whole body" Situ Xuankong said.

"This is the erysipelas released when the poison of the Zimu Lianxin grass is released," Xu Zhi added, "It can cause the meridians of the whole body to convulsion and contraction." ”

I talked to Wu Ya Yefulin about the characteristics of Zimu Lian's heart poison, and Xu Zhiqi was also familiar with it, so he explained a little to the two.

His mind shook, and he suddenly looked at the corpse's scratched face.

"Wang Dong's son and mother have already broken out of the heart poison once, why did he fall under this erysipelas again."

Taking too much of the drug and the body collapses, which is consistent with the situation of failed medication.

On another level, this is also the manifestation of the attack of heart poison between the mother and the child.

"Could it be that it wasn't Wang Dong who died," Xu Zhi doubted.

He looked at the corpse, and his heart couldn't help but set off a storm.