Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

...

Qiao Mu had already reached the end of his strength and did not realize what had cut off his arm.

The right arm that was separated from the body was swallowed up by the flames almost instantly, and the bones and blood were burned to ashes.

But the mysterious and mysterious intuition in his heart arose again, this time it was directed at the sudden appearance of the saint Wu Qingxin.

"The intuition developed through the Wu Sheng Sheng Rhinoceros Jue should be pointing to someone or something related to Wu Jihui. How could it be a monk from the Xuantian Sect's Immortal Sect?" Qiao Mu had this thought in his mind.

Saint Wu Qingxin's eyes glanced around, only pausing for a moment on the body of the dead spiritual beast Jade Eyes Flying Tiger on the street in the distance, and then fell on Qiao Mu, frowning slightly.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice cold and distant.

I thought it was someone from the Martial Arts Association who came, but when I came over to take a look, I found that he was just a sixth-grade warrior, and his arm had been broken, his energy and blood had dried up, and his life was in danger.

Qiao Mu said: "A person who seeks morality, right and wrong-----"

He wanted to find out the details of this female monk before he died, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, a look of disappointment flashed across Wu Qing's heart.

"Morality? Right or wrong? Boring." She said indifferently:

"What the Immortal Sect does, even if it is wrong, is still right."

After she finished speaking, she just glanced at Qiao Mu and made no other unnecessary movements.

Make some space.

The strange bone-corroding fire suddenly ignited again at the fracture of Qiao Mu's shoulder and arm.

The flames spread extremely quickly, and in an instant, Qiao Mu's whole body was enveloped by the fire, turning into a burning man of fire.

The tree burned, but did not die immediately.

This is not because he still has strong vitality after fighting bloody battles until now.

Rather, it seems that the saint wants to watch the tree slowly die from the burning pain. This bone-corroding fire should be able to burn a person to the bone very quickly, but now it burns a little slower.

Want to torture me?

The corners of the tree's mouth, which was enveloped in flames with only half of its lips left, twitched slightly.

He turned around, and with the last glance of his life, he did not look at Xuantian Temple, nor at the saint, but at the pilgrims filling the streets.

The people are not one person, but a large group of people.

Some of them were attracted by the commotion and had just walked over to watch the excitement. They did not understand the cause and effect.

Although some people have watched it from beginning to end, they have always been unswervingly on the side of Xuantian Sect's Supreme Immortal.

Some people looked at him with expressions of regret and emotion, some opened their mouths in surprise, some frowned, and some even stared at him angrily.

"Today is the fifteenth day. It is appropriate to burn incense and worship God."

The burning tree finally shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Let's take a closer look at what kind of god you are worshiping!"

"Smell it carefully, how fragrant is my husband's fragrance?"

In full view of the pilgrims and the people, at the gate of the Xianmen Taoist Temple, his body fell down amid the blazing red flames, burning up bit by bit.

Joe Piff, died. He was 44 years old.

Chapter 81 Even if you die, you can still smell the fragrance of the chivalrous bones (4k

A quarter of an hour ago.

At the gate of the government office, the night shift office worker was squinting at the rising sun, muttering a little irritably:

"Why hasn't the shift replacement arrived yet? It's already dawn."

It’s not that he’s in a hurry to change shifts.

Mainly because the former Capt. Qiao, who had great hands and eyes, asked him to do a small thing.

When other government officials came to change shifts, he could leave and deliver the things Qiao Mu ordered to Shen Qinghe's house.

Qiao Musai's broken silver was one thing. The yamen officer also wanted to have a good relationship with Qiao Mu, so he was extra careful this time.

While he was thinking about it, a thin middle-aged man in official uniform came to the door of the yamen, it was Shen Qinghe.

"Master Shen has been here at the Yamen for a long time. He is really diligent."

The officer was startled for a moment, then picked up the bag of things that Qiao Mu had given him.

Shen Qinghe has already come to the Yamen, so if he rushes to the Shen family's residence in the west of the city to deliver something later, he may be late and seem a bit rigid.

He glanced at the sun in the sky and saw that it was still some time before the "half an hour after dawn" that Qiao Mu ordered, but there was no need to pinch the time so carefully.

"Master Shen, this is what Chief Qiao Pifqiao ordered me to give to you at midnight last night and to give it to you at dawn." The officer stepped forward and handed the thing in his hand to Shen Qinghe.

"oh?"

Shen Qinghe nodded and took out the things in the bag, and found that inside was the evidence bag containing animal hair and cat hair, as well as the documents stating the case.

"Is there any new progress in the 'Impermanent Monster Case'? Why was Qiao Pif in such a hurry and asked the yamen to hand it over in the middle of the night?"

"Well...it's Chen Yingxue's handwriting."

Shen Qinghe walked into the Yamen and browsed a few times casually.

Just watching, the pace of his feet became slower and slower, and the look on his face became solemn.

"Could this case involve a cultivator from the Immortal Sect?"

He quickened his pace and walked directly to the meeting hall. Since the matter was so difficult, he planned to call Joe Piff and the chief catcher in charge of the case to ask about the situation face to face.

Just as he pushed the door open, his expression changed.

Chen Yingxue, the chief arrester of Fucheng, was lying on the bench, his eyes closed, his clothes intact, as if he was sleeping soundly.

But according to her temperament, it is impossible to come to this yamen so early in the morning to go to bed, right?

"Mr. Chen is arresting you?" Shen Qinghe frowned and woke him up: "Why did you fall asleep here?"

Chen Yingxue was still a little confused when she first woke up, but her expression soon changed. She checked her body first and breathed a sigh of relief.

Recalling last night, she immediately felt indignant and gritted her teeth and said:

"Master Shen, when Joe Piff was discussing the case with me last night, he took advantage of my unpreparedness and knocked me out."

"He is so bold that he dares to attack his colleagues in this yamen. He is so bold!"

Having said this, Mr. Chen glanced at the table next to him and found that the table was empty. The documents he had written in the middle of the night were gone.

"I'm afraid that Joe Piff also took away the documents and files describing the case, and I'm afraid that the physical evidence has been destroyed by him. This person is really ---"

Just when he was halfway through speaking, he saw Shen Qinghe shaking the things in his hands with a strange look on his face.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Mr. Chen was startled and a little confused: "Why is this thing already in Mr. Shen's hands?"

As the official in charge of the prison case, if the documents of this case are submitted according to the normal process, they can also reach Shen Qinghe's hands, but it may take a day or two.

"Qiao Pif ordered the yamen servant to hand it over to me... Wait, where are the others?"

Shen Qinghe realized the problem.

In the middle of the night last night, Qiao Mu brazenly attacked the chief arrest officer, and then clearly robbed the evidence and documents, and then ordered the government officials to hand them over... This kind of behavior made people confused. They couldn't figure out what the man was thinking.

Do you just want to hit a woman?

Shen Qinghe and the others immediately went out, called the night shift yamen servant from before, and asked a few questions about the situation at that time, and then frowned even deeper.

"Anyway, let's find Qiao Pif first. If we find him, we can naturally ask for details." Shen Qinghe did not continue to guess Qiao Pif's thoughts.

This man's thoughts seemed to be very different from ordinary people's. After arriving in Heyang Fucheng, what he did made Shen Qinghe, an official known for his toughness, a bit shocked.

So he wasn't going to guess.

"The house he rented is in the west of the city, so I will go directly to the west of the city." Shen Qinghe said.

"No...Mr. Shen." Mr. Chen, who was standing next to him, suddenly said:

"Maybe we shouldn't go to the west of the city, but to the north."

Joe Piff's unusual behavior last night flashed through his mind.

Looking back at this time, Qiao Pif's image has changed very suddenly. From the previous reckless and tough, unafraid of power, he has suddenly transformed into an ordinary official who bows his head under the immortal sect and protects himself wisely...

This suddenly gave rise to an extremely bold guess in her mind.

This guess was a little outrageous. Just thinking about it in her mind and imagining it made her heart beat faster and she felt a little nervous.

"North of the city?" Shen Qinghe has not yet reacted.

"North of the city... Xuantian Temple is stationed." Mr. Chen said word by word.

Shen Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Then...go to the north of the city."

This seventh-grade civil servant quickly jumped onto his horse, even more skillfully and naturally than Chen Yingxue, the chief catcher, and left with Chen Yingxue and others one after another.

When they came to the street in front of Xuantian Temple in the north of the city, what they saw was a picture that they did not expect.

The street was crowded with pedestrians. The crowds crowded together and looked towards the door of Xuantian Temple. The discussion was almost boiling.

At the entrance of Xuantian Temple, there was a large object with vague outlines burning.

And in mid-air, there was a figure of a female cultivator in fluttering white clothes, her eyebrows lowered, quietly watching the fire burn.

Farther away, there were many burly Taoist and martial arts practitioners, surrounding the fire, with complex expressions on their faces, and no one spoke.

"Today is the fifteenth day. It's normal for there to be more pilgrims in Xuantian Temple than usual, but it shouldn't be that many, right?"

"Also, since when did Xuantian Temple have the custom of burning incense paper at the entrance of the Taoist temple?"

The outlines of the things in the fire were blurred. Chen Yingxue and others took a look at it from a distance and did not see clearly what was burning in the fire. They only thought it was a sacrificial object such as incense paper.

Lift your eyes and look again.

The other street next to it was a mess, with several corpses on the ground, a broken Xuantian Immortal statue, and... a giant tiger corpse with two wings.

Shen Qinghe's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he quickly took out the white tiger hair in the bag and compared it, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Master Shen." At this time, Mr. Chen next to him whispered, pointing to another thing in the middle of the street.

It was a policeman's soap coat, still very new, and it was thrown carelessly in the middle of the street.

"Qiao Pifu..." Shen Qinghe had a bad feeling in his heart.

Chen Yingxue saw a familiar figure among the huddled crowd.

"The money hunter." She hurried over and asked questions like a barrage of questions:

"What happened to the tiger corpse with two wings? Who killed it? The policeman in soap clothes in the middle of the road, could it be Joe, the headhunter? Where are the others now?"

There were too many questions in her mind at the moment, and they were constantly popping up.

Qian Qian stood in the crowd and turned a deaf ear. After Chen Yingxue asked three times, he came back to his senses and looked at her. However, his eyes were still dull and lifeless, as if he had received some kind of great shock.

"Ask Capt. Qiao..." Qian Qian twitched the corners of his lips, showing a bitter smile. He pursed his lips in the direction of Xuantianguan's door;

"Captain Qiao, he's here to burn incense too."

"It's just that the incense stick he burned is a bit too strong. Who can afford it?"

"What nonsense... I'm asking you where is Captor Qiao?" Chen Yingxue frowned and her voice was slightly higher.

"No, it's right at the entrance of the Taoist temple." Qian Qian's eyes were still dull.

Chen Yingxue frowned, and then she heard a commotion from the crowd around her.

"It's fallen! It's fallen."

"It took a really long time to burn." Someone praised.

"How do you talk? Do you have any humanity?" Some people refuted it.

"But he offended the Immortal..."

She and Shen Qinghe both looked at the door of the Taoist temple. When they looked carefully again, they saw that the thing burning in the fire vaguely showed the outline of a human figure.

With a thud, the thing in the fire finally fell down, falling at the entrance of the Taoist temple of Xuantian Temple.