[The book continues from the above, after Liu Yang went on a killing spree in the city, he quietly returned to the Changshengdao stronghold with blood, and used the snatched gold and the sarcoma of the Tang shopkeeper, combined with the evil art of the Changshengdao, to reshape the severed arm of the fungus into a newborn wood ghost ghost fetus. In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Liang received a report from the Biji shop and rushed to the scene of the Tang family's gold shop, but saw tragic and bloody pictures. Zhao Liangqiang endured the fishy smell, leaned over and approached the shopkeeper Tang, who had been dead for a long time, and found that the deceased had a chest wound that seemed to be a knife wound. And through the blood stain, the wound was vaguely visible, and the incision was smooth and neat, so that Zhao Liang couldn't help but gasp when he saw it, and was the first to think of whether the murderer would be Liu Yang? 】

The morning sun is warm, and the sun is shining on the earth. A few bunches of golden arrows passed through the carved wooden windows of Mu Qingming and Mo Han's bedrooms in the small courtyard of the Mu family, and the bright sunlight of those carved flowers with extraordinary craftsmanship and delicate knife skills slowly spread into the house, and shone on the shelf bed made of yellow rosewood in the depths of the house.

On the four corner pillars of the shelf bed, the carved dragon locking people turn their hands into clouds and cover their hands for rain, or the story pattern of catching dragons and binding sharks, becomes vivid under the warm but not too dazzling morning sun.

The refreshing morning breeze swirled around the courtyard a few times, blowing the grass and trees in the courtyard swaying, and after shaking and sprinkling a few fallen leaves, it surged towards the main house.

In the bedroom, the morning breeze slightly blew the dark curtain around the surrounding bed, and on the azure brocade mattress spread out on the shelf bed in the curtain, there was also a brocade blanket woven from goose wool.

Mu Qingming is still lying on it and sleeping, his head is pillow with a soft pillow filled with chrysanthemum leaves, his body is covered with residual warmth, and the quilt surface is woven with twisted gold and silver threads, which is filled with a lot of smooth silk brocade quilts with a light fragrance of mulberry silk, fluffy and soft.

The rat spirits and cat generals left a lot of breath in the city, although they will not be completely eliminated, but at least the demonic energy left in the area of Chenghuang Temple Street and Confucian Temple must be eliminated. It can also save a lot of trouble so that those demonic qi will attract other strange things, or be used by people with other plans.

Just secretly eliminating the demonic energy in the area of Chenghuang Temple Street and Confucian Temple, Mu Qingming and Mo Han tossed all night. Mu Qingming, who only arrived home late at night, yawned and washed up again and again, and fell asleep, still meeting Zhou Gong in his dreams.

Don't look at his appearance, he is indeed gentle and elegant, but when he is asleep, he will still snore like thunder when he opens his lips slightly, whirring loudly, and constantly echoing around the beam in the bedroom.

However, Mo Han got up early as always, tiptoed out of bed, dressed neatly and washed, and then went to the kitchen after dressing up a little in front of the dresser in front of the windowsill, and got busy.

It wasn't until a pot of broth boiled and the aroma of the meat was overflowing that Mo Han picked up a piece of meat from the pot with his bare hands, patiently and carefully blew the hot air rising on it, and handed it to the little corpse baby Hanquan, who was already waiting by the stove: "Go and wake up your father-in-law, and I will give you this piece of meat." ”。

The delicate fingers pinched the hot slices of meat before leaving the boiling broth, and the face did not change, and the fingers were safe and sound. The heat rising in the flesh couldn't hurt Mo Han at all.

The little corpse baby is already gone, but it's not very steady. But he still couldn't speak, which seems to have something to do with his lack of soul; But he could understand Mo Han's words and deeds.

Immediately raised his hand, wiped the saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth with his cuff, nodded and turned towards the kitchen, and strode away happily. Mo Han watched the cold air swaying across the threshold of the kitchen, and then blew the hot air that was still rising on the meat piece in his hand.

After a while, the dragon lockers in the small courtyard of the Mu family finished their morning classes one after another, and went out of their respective houses to the well in the courtyard to wash. And the corpse baby Hanquan also came to Mu Qingming's bedroom, stood on the side of the bed, and stepped on the side of the bed with a single and slender, straight-footed foot, lifted the bed curtain, grabbed the edge of the bed and exerted his arms, struggled to climb onto the bed, and immediately sat on Mu Qingming's body again, looking at Mu Qingming, who was still asleep, and didn't know that he existed.

He stared at Mu Qingming, who was still asleep, and after looking at it for a while, his hands were raised, his five fingers spread out into palms, and then he did not hesitate to slap Mu Qingming's cheeks on both sides.

"It hurts!" Immediately after, Mu Qingming's slightly hysterical cry of pain resounded in the bedroom. Miaoyu and Miaole, who were washing by the well in the patio, looked up at the bedroom, and continued to wash up regardless of it.

They all knew that it must have been Mo Han who asked the corpse baby Hanquan to call Mu Qingming to get up, and the corpse baby's IQ was not as good as that of ordinary children, and they often didn't know how to shake and wake up Mu Qingming. Usually, it is two slaps to wake up Mu Qingming; In this regard, the people who live in this courtyard have long been accustomed to it, and they also ignore it.

Only Mo Han, who was in the kitchen, couldn't help but snort and laughed.

Occasionally, it is one of her pleasures to let the corpse baby Hanquan play a prank on her husband on the condition of eating.

After a few more moments, a hearty breakfast was already on the table. Mu Qingming, who had two small red fingerprints on his face that were still faintly visible, was sleepy instead of decreasing. When he sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, he glanced at the little corpse baby who was in Mo Han's arms, gnawing on ribs, and the corners of his hands and mouth were full of greasy, and scratched his head vigorously and said, "Recently, this kid's hand strength has been getting bigger and bigger." A gentle pat can make my cheeks hot for a long time. ”。

After saying that, he raised his hand again and rubbed his cheek, immediately opened his lips and teeth, and gasped slightly.

This cold spring lacks soul, and he is naturally stupid, and his intelligence is not as good as that of a normal child, but the lack of hand strength is increasing day by day. As he grew older, his strength grew, and he was by no means comparable to ordinary children of his age.

There are really gains and losses.

But just the slap to wake Mu Qingming up always made Mu Qingming indignant.

Hearing this, the corpse baby Hanquan stopped gnawing on the meat with relish, and giggled at him, looking cute. Mu Qingming glared at the happy corpse baby angrily, and muttered: "I still want to take a vacation today and sleep more, but I was all disturbed by my unfilial son." ”。

With that, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat his breakfast.

"You said it yourself, today you are going to find the great monk of the ghost market to send away the gold." After Mo Han replied casually, he was suddenly stunned; After a while, she came to her senses and said, "Anyway, I didn't find a scale to weigh the gold last night, is there thirty catties at the bottom?" Don't miss it. ”。

The worry in his eyes appeared as he spoke, and a little suspicion slowly appeared between his eyebrows; It seems to be doubting whether the cat general has filled his pockets.

"The ghost city lord is definitely called there, so let's weigh it when the time comes." Mu Qingming said disappreciatively, and the displeasure on his face had faded.

didn't know that Zhao Liang had already felt the Biji Shop, let alone the Tang Family Gold Store in the Biji Shop, which had been baptized in blood.

However, when Mu Qingming's voice landed, the suspicion on Mo Han's face did not decrease but increased, and her small and delicate nose moved vigorously, and after sniffing the air in front of her, she suddenly muttered and asked: "Do you smell it, since last night, the air in this city has been diffusing a smell of blood, which seems to be the smell of human blood." ”。

As he spoke, Mo Han's brows furrowed, and Mu Qingming, who had always been calm and calm, couldn't help frowning, put down his dishes and chopsticks, and sniffed the air in front of him like Mo Han......

Biji shop, the source of the smell of blood, in the Tang family's gold shop.

Faced with the blood stains all over the ground and the miserable corpses, Zhao Liang, who had never been afraid of blood and corpse stench, had to raise his hand to cover his mouth and nose. The blood in the shop had been closed all night long, and the stench was even more foul.

Coupled with the bloody scene like Shura's purgatory, it is close at hand. If Zhao Liang hadn't seen a lot of such tragic scenes, he would definitely have been unable to help but vomit out.

He paced slowly through the shop, his gaze slowly sweeping over every corpse lying on the ground, every streak of blood and every bit of flesh and bones in the shop.

Most of the corpses in the store were killed by some sharp weapon piercing the entire chest. Blood splattered behind them as the sharp weapon pierced the deceased's chest, scattering red along with a lot of bits and pieces of internal organs.

Zhao Liang could see that these deceased people all faced the murderer before they died. From their widening eyes, the horror and fear fixed in their eyes, Zhao Liang could vaguely guess that the murderer's face must be very hideous.

Further on, three more corpses could be seen, with their heads screwed off entirely. Zhao Liang stood near the edge of the counter, in front of the headless corpse, silently his eyes moved along the bloodstains around him, and he slowly raised his head, and then saw that the roof beam above his head was also bloodstained.

The skull must have been twisted off in an instant, so that the blood from the broken neck of the deceased could splash onto the beams of the house like a gushing spring of water while the deceased was standing and not falling.

When Zhao Liang's eyes narrowed into a slit, he lowered his head, and his gaze fell on the neck of the headless corpse again, and he could see that the broken Bai Sensen trachea was so conspicuous in the blurred flesh and blood.

"Could it be that the murderer is a strong man?" Zhao Liang muttered to himself, and thought that if he wanted to make a move, it would be impossible to twist a whole human head after ten years of practice!

Thinking of this, he vaguely felt that this murderer should not be a human being, and immediately turned his head to the policemen who were collecting evidence not far away: "Go and ask Elder Xu to come to the autopsy, and then invite Young Master Mu to come." ”。

After finishing speaking, Zhao Liang walked around the headless corpse and walked straight towards the back of the counter.

The corpse in this room is the Tang shopkeeper behind the counter, which gives Zhao Liang the most headache. Zhao Liang's future and job are tied to whether he can catch the murderer who killed Tang's shopkeeper.

He frowned and came to the shopkeeper Tang, and after sweeping his eyes up and down the corpse, he slowly squatted down and carefully looked at the hollow in the chest of the dead corpse.

It is not difficult to see that the fatal wound is this missing piece of flesh. Close at hand, Zhao Liang could clearly see that the ribs of the Tang shopkeeper were hanging on the body of the meat residue, and the flesh and blood were blurred internal organs.

After a closer look, it was not difficult for Zhao Liang to find that the one who caused this terrible wound was the sharp and snowy short knife at the feet of the shopkeeper Tang. The blood stains still on the body of the knife, and the neatly cut wounds on the corpse of the shopkeeper Tang, it is not difficult to see that the murderer used the short knife to dig this hole in the chest of the shopkeeper Tang.

But the murderer obviously committed the crime calmly, and also took away the gold in the store, so there was no reason to leave the murder weapon he brought at the scene. Zhao Liang thought about it for a while, and thought that most of the short knives belonged to the people in the shop.

And the murderer just snatched the short knife and then committed the murder.

Why the guys don't use knives, only the shopkeeper Tang is so strange, Zhao Liang can't figure it out for the time being. But after looking at the wound carefully, he saw that the incision was smooth, which made Zhao Liang gasp for air, and Liu Yang's appearance immediately appeared in his mind.

Why did Zhao Liang think of Liu Yang when he saw the wound? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.