Yangmeng's corpse.

Linlang was silent. Although he was almost humanoid when he died, judging from the outline of his face, his dress, and several scars on his chest, there was no doubt that this person was immense.

The mad monk frowned and asked, "Do you know?" ”

Linlang was silent, tears rolled down her eye sockets Cen Cen, she neither wiped nor wiped, just quietly pestle in place, like wood, let the bean-sized tears roll down her cheeks one by one.

After a while, she nodded.

Nie Qingge explained: "Yangmeng is Linlang's secret guard, and the two are also friends of the two little unsuspected, and they grew up together since childhood. ”

The mad monk's face sank and said, "It's not good." ”

"Bad?" Nie Qingge was stunned.

The mad monk rubbed his hands on the round Buddha beads, rolled three along the lines, rolled his eyes drippingly, pushed Nie Qingge and Linlang away in unison, pulled out the door by himself, and committed himself into the room.

Nie Qingge was stunned, he didn't know what was going to happen to this crazy monk so far.

"Master!" He hurriedly shouted.

"The two donors stay outside the house, if there is no monk, remember, you must not come in." The rough voice of the mad monk came from the room, and it seemed a little dull.

Nie Qingge was still confused, and Linlang on the side was absent-minded, just covering his nose and crying. Yangmeng's face was almost completely dehydrated, and from the point of view of appearance, his body was almost devoid of human form, and he looked very twisted.

Linlang got up and sobbed.

Nie Qingge knew what she was going to do, so he stopped her alive and dead, not letting Linlang touch Yangmeng's body.

“…… I can't watch him die on the streets......" Linlang insisted on burying Yangmeng, Nie Qingge looked around, nodded, picked up his mana, tapped on Linlang's palm, and said, "Be careful." ”

Linlang wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks, looked at Nie Qingge's concerned face, and nodded.

She hugged Yangmeng horizontally, wrapped her hands around the corpse, and raised it slightly, Linlang's face was a little surprised.

"What's wrong?" Nie Qingge asked.

Linlang hesitated for a moment and replied, "Nothing...... It's just that it's not as heavy as I remembered. ”

She was very surprised, and easily lifted Yangmeng's corpse. With the true qi that Nie Qingge attached to her hand, she could operate without touching the corpse, and the toxins on it were not so easy to enter the body.

Nie Qingge sighed and said, "This poison is violent, and once it enters the human body, it can quickly evaporate human body water. The weight of water in the body is not light, and when it is evaporated and dried, it is a dried corpse, which is naturally not heavy. ”

Linlang's hands trembled, gritted his teeth and said, "Who is it...... I, I will not let him go. ”

Nie Qingge reached out and patted Linlang's shoulder, shook his head at her, and said, "We will definitely be able to find out the real murderer." ”

The two of them carried Yangmeng's corpse to the middle hall - now the courtyard of the middle hall is like a mass grave, and the corpses scattered everywhere show a fierce and desperate expression, which is a little infiltrating, even if it is Nie Qingge, in this flower mansion where corpses are full of fields, he can't help but feel a little stunned.

Linlang dug a pit in the wet mud with his bare hands, piled the remaining corpses into it, and finally when it was Yangmeng's turn, he held his body with both hands, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

Linlang bit her lip, and her body weakly threw herself on Yang Meng and cried.

Seeing that she was struggling, Nie Qingge came to Linlang's side, squatted down, and said, "I'll come." ”

Linlang shook her head, she took a breath, and grabbed Yangmeng's body suddenly, who knew that this time the force was too strong, and she actually put the clothes on her chest that was not strong

Tearing apart, the lilac chest skin was exposed in front of the two.

Linlang saw that her mood was even more complicated, but Nie Qingge squinted, and suddenly said, "Wait, Linlang, you see." ”

She was so frightened that her hands trembled, and she hurriedly put down the Yangmeng in her hand, her face was pale. Obviously, she also noticed that Yang Meng had some clues. The wound from the neckline gradually spread down, and it was entering the chest, and there was a conspicuous thing, and after the two of them looked at it, they felt a chill down their backs.

An inconspicuous osmanthus.

The osmanthus branches, which were stuck diagonally in the muscles of his chest, were now swaying, drained and almost turned into a puddle of powder. The two looked at each other, Nie Qingge suddenly stood up, grabbed Linlang and went to the backyard.

"Qingge?" Linlang was a little depressed, but the latter didn't say a word.

The backyard, the backyard of the flower house is huge, but there is no rockery and fake water, the stream trickles, and there is only a huge osmanthus garden, and the garden is full of flowers, which is quite ironic and harmonious with the bloody and murderous atmosphere outside.

Nie Qingge plucked one, put it to his mouth and sniffed it lightly, then nodded and said, "That's right." ”

Linlang chuckled in her heart.

They had seen that there seemed to be only one person picking flowers here in the middle of the night.

Ruolan.

Linlang's expression was a little strange, she pursed the corners of her mouth, raised her head and looked around, but she didn't see a shadow in the dark, only a flower basket in the corner.

"Yes, it's a flower basket!" Linlang shouted.

Nie Qingge followed her line of sight, the shape of this flower basket had been almost damaged, and the entire woven structure was close to being damaged, but the shape was still complete, and the flowers inside were sprinkled all over the ground.

"That's right, it's Ruolan's." Nie Qingge glanced at Linlang and was about to reach out to take it.

Linlang suddenly stopped him and asked with a heavy heart, "This, what does this mean?" ”

Nie Qingge also hesitated, he glanced back at Linlang before saying, "It means the truth." ”

The two of them turned over the flower basket, looked at it for a long time, and found a black needle under the basket - this needle was very similar to the hidden weapon made by Yang Meng.

Linlang pursed his lips and said nothing, Nie Qingge grabbed the needle and pierced a bloody hole in his fingertips, brown blood lines gushed out along his fingers, Linlang was shocked: "Be careful of poison!" ”

Nie Qingge smiled and said nothing, already having a plan in his heart.

"Why ......" Linlang also has seventy-seven eighty-eight, this matter is probably coming to an end, she looked at the osmanthus scattered in the flower basket obsessively, biting her lip and refusing to let it go, her lips and teeth were punctured, and blood slipped out.

Nie Qingge sighed, stood up, and said, "The guards died for the sake of their master's life, but the purpose of the other party is not easy to say." ”

Linlang still didn't believe it, she couldn't believe that her nurse would do it to her—to her, Ruolan was like her own mother.

"Let's go." Nie Qingge patted Linlang's shoulder.

"Where are you going?" Linlang was stunned.

"Master, there may already be a clue." Nie Qingge said.

The latter nodded obediently, and the two returned to the cubicle at the end of the hallway. There was no movement on the door, and the room was even more deadly silent, and the two looked at each other, suddenly having a bad premonition. Linlang swallowed his saliva and made a long sound on the wooden floor.

"Is it the virtuous nephew of the Ethereal Peak and the holy daughter of the Demon Red Lotus?" The voice of the mad monk came from the room, but this time it sounded a little strange, and there was a weakness under the muffled voice.

Linlang glanced at Nie Qingge, coughed, and said, "Master, it's us." ”

She gently put her hand down

When he got to the doorknob and was about to push it open, there was a sudden violent roar of a mad monk in the room:

"Don't open the door!"

Linlang was so frightened that she took a step back, Nie Qingge grabbed her wrist and asked, "Master, we have no malicious intentions. ”

"I know."

"We want to help you." Nie Qingge went one step further.

Then, the voice of the mad monk was also a little hesitant, and even a little painful: "You ...... You guys are good boys. ”

Both of them were silent, waiting for the next step of the mad monk.

After another half an hour, the heavy footsteps of the mad monk stepped in front of the door step by step, his burly body, under his thick chest, a sickly look, drooping cloudy eyes, staggered to tear open a gap in the wooden door, and poked out an arm from it.

This arm obviously didn't look like the same one as the monk who had recently entered the room.

Linlang gasped, only to see that his arm was full of holes, and he looked like a lesion killing his body.

"Master, you are!" Linlang didn't have time to ask in detail, but he heard a bang, and his huge body slid diagonally to the ground along the door, and the huge body of the whole person seemed to be a broken skeleton.

Nie Qingge was even bolder, he was lucky with both hands, helped the mad monk up, frowned, and said: "Master has been poisoned, Linlang, go find Ling Zhucao, and slow down the poison first!" ”

Before Linlang could respond, the mad monk shook his head with a miserable smile and said, "No need." ”

After saying this, his face quickly withered and haggard, his whole body seemed to be evacuated, and it was already difficult to spit out a word or two from his mouth, he hugged Nie Qingge's side and whispered: "So far, the monk is probably not hard, the two donors must remember, you must be careful - the opponent here, not the strength of the two can solve it." ”

Nie Qingge still wanted to ask for an understanding, but there was a thick fog in the house.

The mad monk didn't explain much, and hurriedly pushed the two away and said, "Avoid the poisonous gas." ”

Then, he drew a circle with both hands, pinched a magic decision in the air, and a powerful air flow bloomed around the body of the monk Fat Dundun, even though the poisonous gas attacked the heart, he didn't pay attention to it at all, and only relied on the potential energy made of this mana, and sucked the poisonous gas into his body one by one.

"Let's go!" He looked back at the two people who were looking at him obsessively, turned around and wanted to say something, his lips trembled slightly, and in the next second, the whole person quickly withered - even shrunk to an inhuman shape, like a deflated ball, with a snort, the huge body was pulled away in an instant, leaving only an unconscious corpse, cold and pale.

Nie Qingge suddenly realized that something was wrong, and without waiting for the sad emotions to come up, in a panic, he protected Linlang, grabbed her waist with both hands, turned his head and ran towards the courtyard, but he was still a step too late.

The corpse of the mad monk, which was separated by yin and yang, suddenly moved, his face was impermanent, and the two eyeballs that protruded glanced in different directions, and the whole body was like a puppet that was manipulated by people.

Linlang was so frightened that she hugged her head and ran away.

Nie Qingge suddenly realized that this kind of poisonous smoke can not only kill people, but even bring the dead back to life and be slaughtered by others - although they don't know what the principle is, but thinking about it, the murderer is the person they are looking for.

Nie Qingge no longer hesitated, took out his long sword and handed it out, slashed three times with his backhand, forced the mad monk back, and twisted around to leave with Linlang's wrist, when he suddenly saw a thick fog spread in the courtyard, and from the small attic at the end of the corridor, that is, the single room where the monk was recruited, a middle-aged woman with jade steps walked out.

Linlang gritted her teeth, tears pouring out frantically.

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