Uncle Guo's Mansion

The vermilion gate was covered with white cloth, the lanterns were changed to white, and all the subordinates wore linen and filial piety.

Yang Xuanling glanced at the three big characters of Uncle Guo's Mansion, and finally strode in.

Zou Hong, the secretary of Dali Temple, brought people to greet him, "Humble to welcome the king of Huaining." ”

Yang Xuanling raised his hand, "No courtesy, where is Uncle Guo's body, take me to see it." ”

"Yes, lord." Zou Hong took Yang Xuanling to the house, and briefly explained the case as he walked, "Uncle Guo was killed in the study, and part of the body was missing. ”

"Missing a part?" A flash of light flashed in Yang Xuanling's eyes, and then the Guogong Mansion in his eyes was no longer clear, but a layer of thick blood-colored gloom floated.

"The five organs are gone." Zou Hong replied and frowned.

Yang Xuanling asked again: "How many people have died in Uncle Guo's Mansion?" Are they all mutilated? ”

"In addition to Uncle Guo, there are thirteen subordinates in the mansion, all of whom are killed with one move. But the wound is not like a sharp weapon, but ...... Claw marks! ”

"Claw marks?" Yang Xuanling looked at Zou Hong.

"It's like a wolf's claw, can the prince take a look?"

"Hmm."

Yang Xuanling and Zou Hong went to the courtyard where the bodies were parked.

Just as they left, a little girl about ten years old, dressed in maid's clothes, staggered out of the inner courtyard, her face was pale, and her pupils turned up, revealing a large white of her eyes.

When an officer of Dali Temple saw her, he stopped without waiting to get closer: "Go back quickly, no one can leave the house without an order from an adult." ”

The little girl suddenly stared at him, her eyes, which were originally all white, suddenly turned black, and she was extremely treacherous, "Get out of the way!" ”

The messenger met her eyes, and in an instant she became dumbfounded, and finally obediently got out of the way, and the little girl left the uncle's mansion.

After Yang Xuanling checked all the corpses, he said to Zou Hong: "This is the work of ghosts. ”

"Goblins?" Zou Hong was stunned, but this strange wound seemed to make sense.

In Yang Xuanling's eyes, the wounds of these dead corpses all exuded a strong ghostly aura, "After the inspection, burn it to prevent the corpse from changing." ”

"Yes, lord." Zou Hong immediately handed it over to someone to deal with.

"Where's Uncle Guo?" Yang Xuanling asked.

"It's still in the study, and the scene hasn't moved, so please here." Zou Hong knew very well that although he was in charge of this case, His Majesty sent Yang Xuanling, and it was this one who had the final say.

And King Huaining is a very powerful person, whether it is marching or fighting or intrigue in the officialdom, I have never seen anyone who can contain him. Even if he often does not go to the court, or even has no trace for a year and a half, it will not affect his status in the court.

Yang Xuanling entered the study.

There was a strong smell of blood, mixed with an even stronger eerie aura.

"It's the same goblin."

"How does the prince know? The wound on Uncle Guo's body should be a knife, not a claw mark. ”

"It's the same ghost that stays. Even if it didn't do it, it had nothing to do with it. Yang Xuanling lifted the burial cloth and took a brief look at the corpse.

Uncle Guo had a fierce expression of extreme fear on his face, and his eyes burst out. Not to mention at night, even during the day, it can scare the faint of the faint.

The chest was split alive, and the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were dug out, leaving a truly miserable cavity.

Yang Xuanling finished reading it expressionlessly and covered it again.

"Lord Wang, please look here." Zou Hong stood in the cubicle behind the screen in the study, his face was particularly solemn.