In the school palace, I saw the dome dance that was exactly the same as Amei, and it was the wrong person.

But this time it was not a living person, but a nine-headed rat that had died a long time ago!

Yun Que muttered secretly in his heart.

Could it be that the nine-headed rat also has a twin brother studying in the school palace?

With a slight groan, Yun Que silently opened the door and followed behind the nine-headed rat.

The hydra was not fast, and its body appeared a little stiff, and it walked forward step by step, to the end of the corridor, and began to ascend the stairs.

Yun Que followed the other party all the way to the third floor.

The hydra stood in front of a door, motionless.

At this point, Yun Que can be sure of one thing.

The nine-headed rat is not a living person, but a corpse!

There was no breathing.

The Walking Dead!

At midnight, in the uninhabited West Building, the walking dead.

When others saw such a terrifying picture, they had to be half frightened to death.

Yun Que is not afraid.

If you don't have the guts, you still call it a demon hunter.

Besides, there is such a thing as a walking corpse, Yun Que has not seen it.

Occasionally, they appear in the wild, but most of them fall after a few steps.

Like a nine-headed rat that can still go up the stairs, Yun Que has never encountered it.

Crunch.

The sound of the door opening was particularly harsh in the silence of the West Building.

The nine-headed rat stepped into the house, and Yun Que followed.

There was no one in the house, it was empty.

A small round table was lit with a candle that was dimly lit.

Surrounded by walls, there are strange water tanks lined up, covered with lids, and I don't know what they contain.

The nine-headed rat stood still when it entered the house.

Yun Que turned to the front and took a closer look.

Indeed, there is no doubt that it is a corpse.

The pupils are dull, and the body is dead.

The corpse was very well preserved, and there was no spillage of corpse gas, as if it had just died.

Just as he was looking at the corpse of the nine-headed rat, a hoarse and old voice suddenly came from behind Yun Que.

"What are you looking at?"

The voice appeared extremely suddenly, and Yun Que was startled when he was unprepared.

When I looked back, I didn't know when there was a thin old man standing behind him, his eyes shining, like a skeleton.

It was Mr. Nishilou.

"Mo Lao, I'll take a look at it."

Yun Que said casually, his heart flooded with horror.

With his keen perception, he didn't even notice when Mo Lao appeared behind him!

If the opponent is an enemy, it is enough to take the opportunity to kill yourself.

How can you be like a living ghost, elusive...... Yun Que scolded in his heart.

"I don't allow others to look at my stuff casually." Mo Lao stared at Yun Que with a faint gaze, and said hoarsely: "Look, you will be unlucky." ”

"The student wrote it down, and next time he won't look at it, so he will go back to sleep." Yun Que said that he wanted to leave.

There was a creak and the door closed on its own.

"Since you're here, stay here."

Mo Lao floated to the corner of the wall with his hands behind his back and lifted the lid of a large vat.

Yun Que glanced at it,

The tank is filled with black water, and the water is soaked in Sen Sen's white bones!

It's corpses, it's bones, and this place looks like a murder scene no matter how you look at it.

If he hadn't known that the nine-headed rat had died a long time ago, Yun Que would have to escape from everything, saving himself from becoming a corpse tomorrow.

After opening the lid, Mo Lao fished out the white bones inside from the water and threw them on the ground.

The bones were scattered, with skulls, hand bones, and leg bones, scattered all over the place.

"Before dawn, put this pair of white bones together."

Mo Lao said and took out a ball of black lines and handed it to Yun Que.

The black thread is strange, similar to a snakeskin weave, with lines on it.

Yun Que tried his strength, and he was extremely tenacious.

"It doesn't take dawn, it can be picked up in a while."

Yun Que said and began to move, using snakeskin black threads to connect the white bones, and in less than a stick of incense, the scattered white bones were restored.

Mo Lao always watched by the side with his hands behind his back, and when the white bones recovered, he nodded and said:

"Yes, you are sophisticated, it seems that you are familiar with bones."

"The student has been a servant and has examined the corpse for a few years, if Mo Lao is okay, I will go back to sleep." Cloud lacks a way.

This gloomy Mr. Xilou is full of weirdness, Yun Que doesn't want to get along with this kind of guy for too long.

"It turned out to be a fake, no wonder you can pass the assessment."

Mo Lao pointed to the corpse of the nine-headed rat and said, "Tell me how he died." ”

"Sick and dead." Yun Que replied casually.

Mo Lao Jie laughed twice and said:

"Mr. Perfunctory, you have to be punished, you escaped from the prison, do you still want to be imprisoned."

"Mo Lao laughed, I am a prisoner, not a prisoner." Yun Que argued.

"Heavenly prison jailer, there is no precedent for being admitted to the school palace, and you came so late on the day of the assessment, what is it that you are not a fugitive." Mo Lao Dao.

"At that time, there were many new prisoners in the prison, and the students came late because they were busy, and the little jailer also had a heart to study, and the students worked hard for many years and finally got admitted to the palace, and my colleagues in the prison were preparing to celebrate me." Yun Que said nonsense.

Mo Lao's expression became strange, and he said with a smile:

"I'm afraid those colleagues you said are not ready to celebrate, but are ready to add a sentence to you, your wanted warrants are about to be posted at the gate of the school palace."

Yun Que smiled awkwardly and honestly began the autopsy.

After a brief review, the answer is given:

"Poisoned to death."

At that time, Yun Que had seen the appearance of the nine-headed rat being carried out of the cell.

His face was pale, his mouth was foaming, and he said that he was killed violently, but Yun Que knew that it must be Amei's means.

If you want to kill a prisoner in the prison, poisoning is the easiest and most effective method.

Ah Mei's previous cellmates all died of illness, presumably poisoned by her.

"That's not right." Mo Lao said hoarsely.

Yun Que frowned, looked at the corpse again, and said:

"Curse kill, he was poisoned and died."

"Not really." Mo Lao shook his head and said.

"Dream killing, he died in a dream and was killed by Wu Xiu." Cloud lacks a way.

"Still not right." Mo Lao continued to shake his head.

It's strange now.

Amei is a weak woman, and the cultivation that can be used is nothing more than poisoning, curse killing, and so on.

Soon Yun Que remembered the worm that crawled into his ears, and finally gave an answer:

"He died from Gu worms!"

Ah Mei in the prison, Yun Que thinks that there is definitely a cultivation, and it is very likely that it is a witch cultivator.

Because only witch cultivators can kill people without knowing the ghosts, and they can easily hide people's eyes and ears.

Using Gu is exactly what Wu Xiu is good at!

Mo Lao actually shook his head again, negating Yun Que's speculation.

Yun Que got serious now, and carefully examined the corpse again to confirm that there were no wounds.

"The corpse is intact, and he died violently, I think it is in line with the conclusion that Wu Xiu killed people in his dreams." Yun Que questioned.

The old monster smiled and came to the corpse, opened his eyelids, gouged out the eyeballs, held them in his hands and said:

"All the methods of killing people in the world will have traces to follow, dream killing seems mysterious, but in fact there is nothing new, after the target falls asleep with a spell, Wu Xiu then uses his own mana to form a beam of divine thought needles, destroy the target soul, and make it die tragically in the dream, this is the method of dream killing."

"You have to remember that the traces of dream killing come from the eyeballs, the eyes are through the brain, and the brain contains God, and the deceased will naturally suffer great fear and pain when the soul is destroyed in the dream, and this fear and pain will be transmitted to the eyes, making the fundus congested, and this eyeball is only bloodshot, not congested, indicating that he did not die from the dream killing."

Yun Que listened very carefully and admired it very much.

It is worthy of being a gentleman who teaches a line of work, and he is so experienced in post-mortem examinations.

Yun Que himself is a fool, and most of the causes of the deceased's death are clear, and he can almost know it at a glance.

But the cultivators' methods are strange, especially the witch cultivators kill people, there is no trace, if Mo Lao doesn't talk about it, Yun Que can't understand that the corpse that died in the dream realm actually has such characteristics.

"Then what about poisonous spells and Gu worms, they can also make people die silently." Yun Que asked.

"The poison curse is simpler, you can judge whether it is poisoned by looking at the blood stains on the corpse, the Gu worm is indeed a little troublesome, the most difficult to distinguish, and it takes an extremely detailed examination to see the clues."

Mo Lao put his hands behind his back and said in a hoarse voice:

"There are many kinds of Gu worms, they are strange, they are different in size, there are live Gu dead Gu, there is a difference between virtual Gu and real Gu, the smallest Gu worm can drill into the human body from the pores, if you want to distinguish it, you need to check the pores of the corpse and even every hair, this kind of detection ability requires Taoist spiritual knowledge, and you must understand the Gu worm to the extreme, know the characteristics of each Gu worm, and finally make a conclusion."

Mo Lao's tone was flat, as if he was telling an ordinary thing.

But it can be heard in Yun Que's ears, but it is a shock.

Mo Lao was able to determine that the nine-headed rat did not die from Gu worms, which showed that in addition to possessing the spiritual sense of Taoist monks, people already knew Gu worms very well.

No wonder people can become the gentlemen of the school palace!

Yun Que has changed his opinion of Mo Lao at this point, whether he looks like a living ghost or not, at least his knowledge is indeed profound.

"The students were taught." Yun Que said humbly: "Dare to ask Mr. what the cause of death of this corpse is." ”

Mo Lao clenched a hand, formed a fist, and said:

"Die by a punch."

This is even more difficult to understand.

The corpse was intact on the outside, with no injuries at all, how could it be killed by a punch?

Mo Lao pressed his eyes back, took out a dagger, cut open the front heart of the corpse, and then took out the heart.

It's gouging out the eyeballs again, and it's the heart, and this practice would have scared away other students a long time ago.

Yun Que stood still as usual.

"Now, do you see it?"

Mo Lao held his heart and said with a grim smile.

The corpse has been specially treated, the blood has long since coagulated, and the heart appears very fresh.

Yun Que only glanced at it, and then blurted out:

"My heart is broken! Killed by internal strength! ”

The heart in Mo Lao's hand, if you look closely, you can find that there are dense small cracks inside, indicating that the inside of the heart has been shattered, and the appearance is still intact.

The moment he learned the cause of death, Yun Que was shocked.

He can do this kind of injury, but it will leave marks on his body.

If you punch down, your heart will collapse, your bones will break, and your heart will naturally shatter.

But the body of the nine-headed rat is complete!

There are no injuries!

In this case, there is only one possibility.

That punch was done by a seven-rank refining god realm martial artist!

Because only a seven-rank martial artist can perfectly master the internal strength, so as to form an injury of fighting cattle across the mountain, without hurting the appearance, but shattering the heart.

What shocked Yun Que was not the cause of death of the nine-headed rat, but the weak Amei in the prison, who was actually a seven-rank martial artist!

Who would have thought,

A weak woman who can only sing songs actually has the martial arts cultivation of the Seven Rank Refining God Realm!

Mo Lao put his heart back in its place, sewed up the wound in a few clicks, and stared at Yun Que with gloomy eyes:

"You are not bad, you are bold enough, much stronger than Mu An, from today onwards, I will teach you a method called alchemy."