Lin Qingshan touched his chin with his bloodless left hand, stared at the broken waist, and rubbed his right hand unconsciously, the person had been dead for a long time, the blood flowing to the outside had already coagulated, and the blood in the wound that was not completely coagulated could only be said to be plasma at this time, very viscous, piece by piece, and it was very uncomfortable to stick to the hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Didn't you notice?"

"Uhhhh Uh, big lady!"

The coroner next to him realized that Lin Qingshan was talking to him, and shuddered violently, and then trembled and held back a big lady, which made Lin Qingshan stunned.

"Hey, old man, what are you shivering about?"

Lin Tingzhen also came over at this time and asked, "What, Qingshan, have you found anything?"

The coroner was relieved, the eldest lady's eyes were too terrifying when she looked at the corpse, and as soon as her eyes turned to him, she almost crushed him, but fortunately, Lin Tingzhen came in time, and if you wait a while, maybe this old man will pee out.

"It was indeed found that these people were likely, no, certainly not killed by one person. ”

"Not alone?"

Lin Tingzhen's first reaction was, it wasn't Wang An?

Lin Qingshan was thinking about this at this time, if Wang An wanted to do it, naturally there was no need to find any helpers and fall into the hands of people, in fact, he directly used the meteorite explosion to beat these people into slag, and he couldn't even find the corpses, but it was easier.

The corpses were all wounded by sharp blade slashes, and the only explanation was that Wang An was trying to blame Lin Qingshan, but now it seems that some of these wounds are sword wounds, some are knife wounds, and some are even directly caused by large and sharp heavy weapons similar to Qianjun.

Is Wang An brain-dead, who else will suspect Lin Qingshan if he does this?

“。。 Are you sure that the monk did it?"

Lin Tingzhen thought for a while, and for the time being, he didn't dwell on Wang An's question, but changed his thinking.

"It's a monk, you can't be wrong. ”

Lin Qingshan wiped the blood on his hands on the corpse, and just took his hand away, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Wait, this feeling is... ”

She put her hand back on the corpse's chest and felt it carefully.

Everyone held their breath, and they didn't hold back the second half of Lin Qingshan's sentence for a long time, Lin Ting couldn't hold it back, and asked, "What did you find?"

"I don't know. ”

Lin Qingshan frowned and shook his head, "But this feels really strange. ”

She felt a strange aura, a very evil aura, in detail, even more evil than Lin Qingshan himself.

Although it is quite appropriate to say that ugly words such as murder such as hemp, careless of human life, and cold-blooded murder are thrown on Lin Qingshan, and she herself should be very happy to catch these words, but she is indeed not a big traitor, and sometimes she can be regarded as a good person (yes, just sometimes).

Therefore, there must be a lot of things that are more evil than her, or people, and she is not ranked bad.

The evil that surprised Lin Qingshan here was an evil at the level of breath, if Chen Zhandong's murderous aura gave people the feeling of endless terror, then Lin Qingshan's murderous aura was cruel and evil. By the way, her smile can also be used as a testament to this evil.

From the point of view of the breath, something more evil than Lin Qingshan, she had never seen it herself, anyway, she didn't even believe that this kind of thing really existed.

"Now that the facts are in front of us, you can't believe it. ”

"Aoyama, have you come to a conclusion?"

Lin Qingshan rolled his big eyes and glared at his father, and said a conclusion that even she didn't believe it.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's either the necromancer or an advanced version of the necromancer, the lich, not Wang An anyway. ”

"Huh?"

Lin Tingzhen naturally didn't know what a lich was, so he could only snort.

I have to say that it is a real good thing that there is no such lich in this world with the name of evil, he likes to die more than Lin Qingshan, and as long as he can't find the life box, he will not die or die, this setting is disgusting.

Lin Qingshan's brain is not particularly useful, anyway, it is not detective-level, but it is not enough to really throw the pot on the lich of other planes, after thinking about it for a while, she almost came to the correct conclusion.

"Dad, let's go, and as we go, this situation is not much better than discovering the existence of the Lich. ”

Something more evil than Lin Qingshan, as I said earlier, there are many in this world, but Lin Qingshan is actually not ranked at all. If you think about this matter from another person, you can come to the conclusion in an instant - how did the mother-and-egg demon cultivator come to our hinterland?

A stereotype can often prevent people from coming to the right conclusions, but because it exists, it means that it is right most of the time.

For example, one night, your leader was in a good mood and came to tell you before six o'clock that tonight's overtime was over.

You drag your tired body back home, push open the door, and find your wife naked and thundering into the bed, trying to hide the fact that she is not clothed.

And by this time, you have noticed that there is a foul-smelling men's gray sock next to the bed that does not belong to you.

Maybe you don't know who that man is, but if your neighbor's surname is Wang, then I think you already have the right answer in mind.

That's the beauty of the mindset, it will help you catch the adulterer quickly, and if you move fast enough, maybe he won't have time to put on his pants after you kick open the door - or maybe he still has your wife's breastplate on his lap before he has time to throw it away.

Lin Qingshan had been in the cultivation realm for less than half a year, and he didn't even have a clear concept of demon cultivation, so naturally he wouldn't have the instinctive reaction of 'such an evil aura must be the work of demon cultivation' in his mind.

Lin Qingshan led her father home not to say that she wasn't ready to take care of this matter, now only she, Zhang Xin, Lingling, and Wang An, as well as the monks who came to participate in the auction, were the only three forces that could take care of this matter.

The other two sides were obviously unreliable, and she had to sort out a clue and then rush back to Lingshan for help as soon as possible.

And now she is returning home for the purpose of seeking Lingling's help.

Soon, she returned with Lingling, and according to her request, no one caused the slightest damage to the scene.

"How's it going, Lingling, have you found anything?"

After Lingling came, she endured the desire to eat a big meal, sniffed left and right, and then pondered for a while just like Lin Qingshan's previous reaction.

"Although I haven't seen Demon Cultivator either, my conclusion is the same as yours, this thing was done by Demon Cultivator. ”

(There has been no vacation for nearly a month, as if there is no end to overtime, as if there is no end to lawsuits, as if there is no end to toothache, as if there is no end to back pain, and . . . It seems that there is no end to the bad mood.

Anyway, I'm sorry for everyone who is following my book. (To be continued.) )