Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

   Chapter 11 Headless Case

  Ren Qing exhaled a long breath, then closed the "Journey to Thatched Cottage", leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and rested.

   He suddenly realized that the one-year lifespan consumed by the human book was actually not that expensive.

  It is important to know that the strange objects in the prison can form a forbidden area, which means that he was not in the realm of warriors before his death, and he had already given birth to spiritual wisdom.

   Even if it is a strange thing produced by the human skin book, as the realm improves, it is fundamentally different.

   Maybe he is the only one in the world who can master spells with strange things above the warrior realm.

   Fortunately, Song Zong did not notice it.

  It is a pity that the higher the realm of the strange thing, the more exaggerated the life essence that Ren Qing needs to consume if he wants to master the technique.

  Ren Qing was about to walk out of the martial arts building when he suddenly heard an uncontrollable cough.

   "Cough cough..."

  Old Chau came out of the back room. He looked seventy or eighty years old and had to rely on crutches to walk.

   "The Wulou will be closed soon, you can come back tomorrow."

   "Thank you, old man, for reminding me."

  Ren Qing nodded and put "The Travel Notes of Thatched Cottage" back on the bookshelf.

   He doesn't plan to come again, anyway, the remaining martial arts secrets are useless to him.

   As long as he can successfully be promoted to the half-corpse realm and his eyes become double pupils, I am afraid that even the most exquisite skills can be easily seen through.

  Old catcher noticed "The Travel Notes of Thatched Cottage" and said abruptly, "I want to ask, is he okay?"

  Ren Qing didn't open his mouth to answer, only listened to Lao Zhukuai said to himself: "Cough, cough, is Song Zongwu okay?"

  Ren Qing didn't know how to describe it, so he could only say perfunctory: "It's good, um... The body is very tough."

  Old catcher said with a smile: "So that's the case, then I'm relieved."

   After Ren Qing left, Lao Chakuai's kind expression suddenly became extremely distorted, and he closed the door weakly.

   The coughing intensified.

  Ren Qing took a deep look at the Wulou, that Lao Zhukuai must have nothing to do with Song Zong, and the appearance of the two is somewhat similar.

Is it possible that    is a real brother?

  Ren Qing didn't have any plans to go into it, so he might as well explore the manual.

   He regained his senses from the state of concentration, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten today, his stomach was already hungry, and he couldn't help but speed up.

   When he returned to the Fire Works Hall, he saw blue smoke crackling from the stove, and it was obvious that there were corpses burning in it.

   However, before leaving, Ren Qing had already learned from Xiao Wu that the body was from a fisherman who drowned in the suburbs.

  Because the corpse has been soaked in water for several days, it is not easy to burn, and the time required is more than doubled.

  Ren Qing walked into the yard and found some steamed buns and side dishes on the stone table.

  The food is provided by the yamen, which is strange to say, there are not many good fields outside the city, but the granaries in the city are already full.

   He ate and walked towards the stove.

  Ren Qing soon discovered Xiaowu and several others, among them a familiar figure, but he was silent and did not speak.

   "Bo Feng?"

  Ren Qing couldn't help being surprised.

   Bo Feng has changed a lot, showing decadence all over his body. Not only did his original black hair turn into silver white, but his face was also covered with ravines and wrinkles.

   Bo Feng looked up at Ren Qing, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Ren, I will be a errand in the street in the future, so don't dislike it."

  Ren Qing couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the yamen under your command blame you, but what does the death and injury in the prison have to do with you?"

  Li Mian explained: "Bo Feng was transferred on his own initiative, we just found out."

   Xiao Wu nodded, obviously interested in why Bo Feng came here.

   Bo Feng sighed: "There were seven yamen servants in the street, and four died in prison. I know their whole family..."

   Having said this, he covered his head in pain.

   Bo Feng didn't want to be the steward of fire workers anymore, so he took the initiative to transfer to Tanjie. Of course, there was also a relationship with Ren Qing. The latter's performance in prison was indeed obvious to all.

  Ren Qing patted Bo Feng on the shoulder and agreed without hesitation.

   There are too few people who mainly talk about the street. If you are really busy, it will probably affect your own cultivation. Secondly, with Bo Feng in charge, Ren Qing can rest assured to be the boss.

   Bo Feng's mood gradually recovered, and his expression was relieved.

   Several people chatted over steamed buns and side dishes, which brought them closer.

   When Bo Feng mentioned the location of the street under his original jurisdiction in the east of the West District, Ren Qing couldn't help but ask about the situation of cutting heads and dead bodies in the East District.

   "You're talking about a headless case, right now, it's mainly concentrated in the southern district, and I don't know what the killer behind it is..."

   Li Mian frowned and asked, "So many people died, I am afraid it is related to some forces."

   Bo Feng shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it. I have seen several of the corpses. The incisions on the necks are exactly the same, so it should be from one person."

  Xiaowu curled his body and asked with a little fear: "The city will definitely be closed after the death, haven't the murderer been found?"

   Bo Feng couldn't help looking around, and then whispered: "The incision on the neck is too flat, it doesn't look like a sharp weapon at all, but it looks like a head running away on its own."

   Xiaowu's teeth began to chatter: "Don't...don't...scare me."

  Ren Qing said with relief: "The yamen must have taken corresponding measures. Besides, there is no such thing as a ship that does not leak the wind. If you continue to commit crimes, you will inevitably show your feet."

   "Indeed, I feel that there have been fewer cases of beheading recently."

   "Brother, pay more attention to the Lower West Side, and let me know if there is a headless body."

   "No problem, I know a lot of catchers in the yamen."

   Bo Feng repeatedly agreed, and the benefits of having a senior yamen officer were revealed, at least in terms of connections, Ren Qing was far behind.

   "I'm going to bed first, and I'll talk about it tomorrow morning."

  Ren Qing got up and walked towards the wing, swallowing a pig's eye without changing his face.

  Bo Feng just saw it, and his expression became incredible: "What did the policeman just eat, why does it look like raw meat?"

   Li Heng said with no surprise: "Actually, it is a relatively fresh pig's eye. After removing the blood, there is no fishy smell at all, and the entrance is still a little sweet."

  The rest of the people looked strange, and Li Heng said with a flushed face: "I see that the policemen eat it every day, so I'm just curious for a while."

  Xiao Wu said contemptuously, "Brother Qing has poor eyesight, and the doctor said that he should use the shape to complement the shape before eating."

   Li Heng still wanted to explain, but even his brother Li Mian's eyes were a little off, and he couldn't help but cry.

   As for why Ren Qing showed his poor eyesight intentionally or unintentionally, it was because he had to cover his eyes after being promoted to the half-corpse realm.

   He didn't have a good way to do this, but he didn't want to join the jailer too early, at least he had to be strong enough to protect himself.

  Compared to the occasional dangerous fireworker, the jailer had to take too much risk.

  Ren Qing even suspected that there should be a lot of restricted areas outside the city.

  The fire workers on Hexing Street who were transferred out of Sanxiang City said that the plague in the village was actually related to the restricted area.

   (end of this chapter)