Fu Xin came out after a circle, and was smoked lightly, holding on to the pillar and panting.

"Master."

Bringing up a thick and smelly wind, Song Jingfang quickly covered his mouth and nose, dodging Fu Xin like a plague.

Stretching out his hand to stop him from approaching, "Don't come here, I have something to say." "If you don't come, we're still good friends.

Fu Xin's whole person has been soaked in the stench of corpses, and the power and damage are comparable to atomic bombs, which is the weight of her life that she can't bear.

"Just stand there and say, I can hear clearly!"

Song Jingfang's series of actions, Rao is heart is usually not shocked, Zen heart is firm, and his face is hot at the moment.

Master, can you restrain your dislike, I don't want to lose face.

"What kind of fame does Master Fuxin see?"

Fu Yin jumped out and wanted to get close to Fu Xin, but after being smoked with a nose, he slipped back.

Fu Xin's face darkened.

"Master, the internal organs of the corpse are missing, the edges of the wound are neatly cut, there is no remnant of demonic energy, it is the work of mortals."

"So, Shaoyang City is not a monster?" Song Jingfang looked at Fu Yin.

Fu Yin blushed and hurriedly defended himself, "Who would commit such a murder, killing people only needs internal organs?" ”

Fu Xin didn't answer, and asked, "Have you investigated the identities of the deceased?" ”

Fu Yin's head was blank, and he didn't say a reason for a long time, and the master behind him came out to speak.

"Every murder occurred in a remote corner of the city. The officials had all inquired about the nearby residents, but they didn't know each other. After investigation, most of them were homeless people in the eastern part of the city, as well as foot vendors walking the streets and alleys. ”

Years of drought have led to no harvest in the north, starvation has paved the ground, and millions of displaced people have gone south to seek their lives.

"Shaoyang has sheltered nearly 10,000 displaced people, and the registration and registration affairs are messy, and they have not been sorted out."

Master's meaning, the deceased probably knew that they were homeless, what they were called, and where they came from, there is no way to know.

The homeless people, foot traders, and the dead are all outsiders, whose identities are unknown, and there is no way to find out their social relationships.

In this ancient world, where there was no monitoring, trace inspection, and household registration was equivalent to none, the murderer did not take the initiative to appear, and they could not catch people at all.

"Master, isn't it really a youkai who did it?"

Fu Yin's lips were pale and trembling, it wasn't the monster who did it, which showed that it was because of his incompetence and poor governance that there was a human massacre. The sound of the wind drifts up, not to mention the black gauze hat, and the head can't be saved.

"Adult ......"

Fu Yin was a plop again, the fat on his body trembled, and he didn't care if it stinked or not, and he hugged Fu Xin's thighs and arched.

"Master, you went in and had a good look, maybe some kind of demonic qi was hidden too deeply, you didn't find ......"

Fu Xin was coldly arched by him, and almost didn't sit on the ground.

Song Jingfang, who was watching the play, suddenly had a picture of a big pig arching cabbage in his mind, a real image.

“…… There are so many homeless people, even if they die, they all die the same, which murderer will kill people just to get their internal organs. Fu Yin wept bitterly.

This time he was really crying bitterly, and the sticky tears and snot covered his fat face and heart-wrenching monk's robe.

Song Jingfang's fingers rubbed the cockscomb of bad luck, and Fu Yin was right.

Ordinary people who can be so perverted and killed nearly 100 people in a frenzy, all of them only took a pair of internal organs. It's not animal offal, and it can't be boiled and eaten.

Forehead...... Maybe it's really something to eat.

Fu Yin howled so much that he moved the heavens and moved the earth, and his voice was split. Fu Xin didn't say anything several times, his face was faintly anxious, and he tugged at the belt of his pants.

The disciples of Zhenguo Temple swarmed around, and they didn't save their uncle from the "claws" for half a day.

Song Jingfang picked his ears with his little thumb and sank into the dantian.

Shouted "Shut up!" ”

Fu Yin was stupid by Song Jingfang, sitting on the ground and watching in a daze, his two shiny snots hanging. Fu Xin took the opportunity to rescue his thigh and keep one of his trouser belts.

"My lord, don't get excited, the poor monk just said that the killing was not done by the monster, but he didn't say that it was not the monster's doing."

Speaking of this, Fu Xin glanced at Song Jingfang vaguely, if it weren't for the guess of the ancestor, Lord Fu Yin would not have made a fuss.

Song Jingfang looked back with great momentum, what do you see, you are not athletic, blame me?

Startled, Fu Yin regained his senses.

After Song Jingfang's "shocking" roar, Fu Yin noticed the monk who had been following Fu Xin and holding the rooster.

Tentatively: "I don't know who this master is?" ”

Song Jingfang gave Fu Xin a "you can do it" look, and left coldly with bad luck.

If you have that idle time to talk nonsense with you, you might as well find a place to take a shower and change your clothes.

When she left Hu Mansion, Hu Sanniang sent her a silver ticket with a face value of 1,000 taels. Song Jingfang knew that she had an ulterior purpose, and she was not soft at all when she cashed out the cashier.

It was already dark when I came out of the palace, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Song Jingfang found a well-decorated inn nearby, opened a room, and entrusted Xiao Er to buy her a set of clothes.

When I came out of the shower, my clothes were already on the table.

Song Jingfang picked it up and looked at it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't know what to say.

Originally, she thought that she would buy a set of men's clothes at night and come back, but she was tired of wearing monk's robes.

As a result, Xiao Er was too intimate, and came back with two sets of monk's clothes that he bought for her, and I don't know how he got them.

fell asleep in bed, and after a day's journey, Song Jingfang was already mentally tired and paralyzed.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and everything is quiet in Shaoyang City.

"Squeak~"

In the back alley of a mansion, the corner door opened and a person walked out of it. The man was covered in a black cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Walking out of the back alley, I got into the opposite alley, and walked all the way to the deepest part.

"Buckle Buckle Buckle ~"

The door opened, and the man stepped over the threshold to enter, and the little servant entered the flower hall and took off his hood.

"Mother-in-law is having dinner, can Mrs. Du be together?" The little guy has a peculiar appearance, and his mouth is especially pointed.

Silver Bottle's eyes wandered on the ground, not daring to look up, "It's okay, I'll just wait here." ”

The hands folded on the legs are tangled, and the clothes are tightened to relieve the tension in the heart.

After a while, the mother-in-law in the mouth of the little maid came out of the back hall, one hand was extremely good-looking, and she was wiping her mouth with a brocade handkerchief.

"Tonight is not the appointed day, Mrs. Du Shao came to find the old body and has other things?"

Yinhua'er stood up crampedly, and opened his mouth in a panic, "Doctor Xu, someone from Zhenguo Temple is here!" ”

Nearly a month after a succession of deaths, Shaoyang city people panic, today Zhenguo Temple monk into the city, the news will spread to the people know, the Buddha compassion, send disciples to save the people of Shaoyang.

"So what?"

The maid on the side presented the copper basin, and Dr. Xu put his hands into the basin.

"Doctor Xu isn't worried about them coming to the door?" The silver bottle didn't believe it, she wasn't afraid.

There was only the sound of rushing water in the flower hall for a while, and Dr. Xu cleaned his hands and carefully wiped his palms with a Jinpa.

"The monk of Zhenguo Temple is here to arrest the real murderer, what does it have to do with the old body?" She was innocent, and she had never seen the dead people.

"Doctor Xu, you!"

The silver bottle was furious and couldn't believe it.