"No matter who killed Ah Yu, this person is dead!"

In a gloomy hall, a middle-aged man with a dignified face said in a deep voice as if he was announcing, he is He Yi'an, He Zhenyu's cousin, and the chairman of Zhenxing Group.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Geng Zhuang, Liu Zhenlong and other people from the Zhenwu Guild, the person in charge of the Zhenxing Security Company, almost all gathered here, these people are He Yi'an's most loyal subordinates, as the brothers who worked abroad together back then, Jin Fugui was also in the crowd, but his face was a little pale in addition to grief, he was wondering, did He Zhenyu's death have anything to do with him?

Could it be that kid who did it? Jin Fugui suddenly had a thought in his heart, if this is the case, he will have a big deal, as the person who directly instigated He Zhenyu to have a dirty affair with that Chu Ge, if He Zhenyu was really killed by Chu Ge, it is difficult to guarantee that He Yi'an will not be angry with him.

It's impossible, that kid is just an ordinary person, even if he is lucky enough to kill He Zhenyu's three subordinates, it doesn't mean that he can break into the Zhenwu Hall and kill He Zhenyu and still get out of the way.

A few people from the Zhenwu Hall over there had already started to talk about it, and as a few people finished telling what had happened, Jin Fugui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that it really had nothing to do with him, it was an old man who killed people, and he couldn't fight that Chu Ge Eight Poles, and then he was a little curious, this old man's description sounded really mysterious, Murong Xiaotian? It's a bit of a domineering name.

Everyone else had incredulous expressions on their faces, and it was clear that the story was a little too bizarre.

"Okay, that's all it takes, so my brother let a martial arts master named Murong Xiaotian kill him?" Then He Yi'an also asked in disbelief.

However, looking at the reactions of those He Zhenyu's subordinates and their unanimous statements, it didn't seem to be fake, which made him feel a little absurd in his heart.

He Yi'an glanced at the platform not far in front, it was an autopsy table, and it was He Zhenyu lying on the platform, his body had been cleaned up, and several people in white coats were putting away the tools used for the autopsy one by one.

"Boss, according to our examination, the time of death should have been around three o'clock in the afternoon, the cause of death was a fatal knife wound in the back of the heart, which should have been quickly fatal in a few seconds, the wound on the outside of the body was burned by the flames, so there was no heavy bleeding, the blood was stagnant in the body, I don't know what cause spread very seriously, it seems that the body was violently shaken after death.

No way! The coroner's words caused a burst of exclamations from Liu Zhenlong and others.

He Yi'an's face sank, "Why do you say it's impossible?" ”

"That old man came out of the secret room at 3:20, and the boss could still walk at that time."

"Yes, yes, the boss was still alive at the time, and he could still say hello, but when we opened the door again at six o'clock in the evening, we found that the boss was dead, and no one had entered the secret room during this period."

"So this is most likely the old man named Murong Xiaotian who did it, but how did he do it?"

Ahem, a coughing sound suddenly sounded behind him, and He Yi'an seemed to suddenly realize something, hurriedly turned around, and asked very politely, "Mr. Huang, is there any clue." ”

Everyone looked at the coughing man, but the man was a thin old man, wearing a black cloth robe, looking very old, as if he could smell a stale smell from a distance, but in fact the old man had no smell on his body, not even the body odor of ordinary people.

And the old man's face was also quite strange, his face was pale, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.

However, no one dared to have the slightest disrespect for this old man, although he didn't know all the inside information, but even He Yi'an, the leading brother, was so polite, obviously not an ordinary person.

The old man surnamed Huang walked up to the corpse and gently brushed it over the corpse with his hand. There was a sudden hint of surprise on his face.

"If I expected, Mr. He did die at three o'clock, but after he died, he was killed by the corpse expulsion technique."

"Exorcism?" He Yi'an couldn't help but ask rhetorically when he heard this.

"Yes, it is the corpse chasing technique, this technique is passed on in Xiangxi, it is the unique secret technique of the corpse chasing sect, this spell can make the dead corpse come back to life and can walk, and even can be used in battle, the ancient corpse chaser can even refine the corpse soldier corpse, and it is even powerful for the battle array, but with the prevalence of firearms, the corpse chaser corpse chaser is no longer useful in modern society, and it can pretend to be a ghost, so the corpse chaser has almost been lost, and the corpse chaser sect has long since declined, Most of this mysterious old man learned the art of chasing corpses from somewhere, and used it to hide from the world. ”

"I see," everyone suddenly realized, but He Yi'an had a gloomy face, "This person is strong in martial arts and proficient in spells, so won't my brother's revenge be avenged?" ”

Huang Gongjin said, "Mr. He, don't worry, the corpse expulsion technique is originally a micro-end spell, which is used to scare people, as for this old man's martial arts?" Hehe, but he didn't put it in my eyes, and when I used the art of ghost control, I found this murderer and helped Mr. He's younger brother avenge it. ”

Then He Yi'an's face was overjoyed when he heard this, and then he showed a worried look: "I don't know if it will affect our next big plan?" ”

"Don't worry, just an ordinary person, you only need to send a ghost envoy to kill him, I only need an object that the murderer once used."

The few people glanced at each other, and quickly took a teacup and a wooden sword, "This is the teacup used by Murong Xiaotian, this is the wooden sword he used in the martial arts competition, I don't know if it works?" ”

That Huang Gongjin frowned, "Is it just a temporary use?" Well, I'm afraid it's going to be a bit of a hassle, but it's okay. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his arms, trembling and took out a fist-sized piece of jade, in which a vague figure could be faintly seen, and a charm was attached to the stone, Huang Gong untied the charm, and the figure in the stone suddenly disappeared, and then a gust of wind suddenly hung up in the room, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.

The heart said that it was really an evil door, and there were no doors and windows in this room, so how could there be wind? Are there really ghosts?

A few people who don't know much about things are already beating drums in their hearts.

"Don't be afraid, I have already sent my ghost envoy, and I will be able to find that person soon, Mr. He is just waiting for my good news." After speaking, Huang Gongjin found a seat and sat down, closing his eyes and resting.

He Yi'an listened, nodded slightly, and everyone waited with different expressions.