The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang originally couldn't figure out what he had missed, until he heard Shen Tuxiong's words, "A man dies and a bird looks up to the sky."

The word "death" in it made his heart flash with lightning, and he thought of the object that everyone ignored.

The dead man in the coffin!

If everyone has checked and there is no problem, then the problem can only be the body that has not been checked.

It sounds ridiculous, but this is exactly the genius of the other party.

Because no one would suspect a corpse.

There is another doubt that can also confirm Zhang Jiuyang's speculation. The fake Yama said that he wanted to deliver a coffin to the old lady, but why did the coffin contain a corpse?

I'm afraid it's not only for warning, but also to facilitate the manipulation of the paper man.

Before Zhang Jiuyang could reach out his hand, Yue Ling pulled him back and then pushed the coffin lid open.

The stench and the smell of blood wafted over again, and the three of them couldn't help but condense their pupils as they looked at it.

"Damn it, it's true!"

"You're a genius!"

Shen Tuxiong let out an exclamation.

I saw that the corpse was still in the coffin, but it had changed significantly compared to before. The skin and flesh were torn open like silkworm chrysalis, and a large amount of flesh and blood was hollowed out, as if something had emerged from the corpse.

There was also a hole underneath the coffin.

Yue Ling's voice was solemn and said: "It seems that the caster was hidden in Grandpa Zhao's body before, and later escaped when we were not prepared."

Shen Tuxiong looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a hint of admiration.

"Amazing. If it were me, I would be beaten to death without even thinking about it. How can I still hide here?"

Zhang Jiuyang was not so optimistic, shaking his head and sighing.

"By the time I thought of it, it was already too late, and the other party still escaped."

Shen Tuxiong snorted coldly and said angrily: "What a pity. If I wanted to know at that time, I would have punched the corpse first!"

The fake Yama was really cunning, bold and careful, and successfully deceived everyone. If Zhang Jiuyang hadn't discovered it, people might not have discovered anything unusual until Mr. Zhao was buried.

"It's not like there were no discoveries."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice suddenly sounded, and his eyebrows opened, and he suddenly jumped into the coffin. He didn't mind the stench, and found something in the vague flesh and blood.

It was a long black hair.

Mr. Zhao is already an octogenarian and his hair is all white. This hair is definitely not his. More importantly, Zhang Jiuyang smells a familiar smell on this hair.

He already knew the origin of this hair and also understood who the fake Yama was.

Turning around, his eyes flashed, and he discovered something again. He took the initiative to lie down and huddled together with the corpse.

"Cover the coffin board for me."

Shen Tuxiong didn't know why, but Yue Ling immediately pushed the coffin board up. After a while, Zhang Jiuyang pushed the coffin board away and walked out with a sneer on his face.

"What a arrogant guy."

He turned the coffin board over, and everyone immediately saw a line of small words engraved on the inside of the coffin board.

"Qin Tianjian, nothing more than that."

The seven words were an understatement, but they struck the hearts of Yue Ling and Shen Tuxiong like a whip, making both of them angry.

Yue Ling's determination was extremely strong. Although his murderous intent was fierce, he remained calm. He just tightened his grip on the handle of the knife a little tighter.

Shen Tuxiong was furious and slapped down the coffin, smashing half of the coffin into pieces.

The surrounding Qintian supervisors also heard the sound and came over. When they saw those seven little characters, they immediately became furious. Their faces were burning and their faces were dull.

When had their Qin Tian Prison ever been so humiliated?

An evil spirit not only made a scene in a grand manner, but also escaped under their noses, leaving a mocking remark at the end.

For a moment, even the iron-blooded general Li Yan snorted coldly, filled with murderous intent.

"Let those guests leave. This matter should not be made public."

Yue Ling nodded.

She turned around and looked at the red-faced and indignant prisoners in Qintian Prison, and said loudly: "What's there to be angry about? If you really want to take revenge, just put more thought into the case, and wait until the next fight, so that you can avenge the past." ”

"When we cut off his head, pluck out his tongue, and imprison him in the Heavenly Prison like a dog, we might as well ask him again, is the Qintian Prison nothing more than this?"

These words made everyone feel excited and excited.

"Recently, the investigation has reached a bottleneck, and everyone has become a little lax. Now the enemies are pointing their fingers at us and scolding us. Can you still sleep on it?"

"Boss, just tell me what to do!"

"Fuck, even if I die, I will still bite off a piece of Yama's flesh!"

"Even if we are exhausted, we must find clues!"

In an instant, the crowd was excited, and the people in Qintian Prison turned their shame and anger into motivation, and they were full of energy.

Yue Ling nodded and said: "Starting tonight, brothers, please don't sleep yet and divide into two groups. One group will search the northeast of Yangzhou, and the other will search the southeast."

"promise!!"

Shen Tuxiong was a little surprised and said: "Marquis Yue Jian, what about the southwest and northwest? If Yama's lair is hidden there, wouldn't our efforts be in vain?"

Yue Ling said calmly: "The progress now is too slow, we have to take a gamble."

She did not say that it was Zhang Jiuyang's credit. In a special place like Yangzhou, it would be troublesome if Zhang Jiuyang became a thorn in the side of the painting owner.

Moreover, the Shanfeng Gu Gu hexagram is just a speculation. There is no evidence to prove that it is correct. It should not be made public until definite clues are found.

Zhang Jiuyang wiped the long hair clean with a brocade handkerchief, and then carefully stored it away.

When he looked up, he saw Shen Tuxiong looking at him.

"Brother Zhang, did you find any clues?"

He took the initiative and came forward very enthusiastically, even calling him more affectionately.

"Tell me, brother, we are all a family, why hide it? What is the mystery in that hair?"

Zhang Jiuyang showed a wry smile and said: "Marquis Shentu—"

"Call Brother Shentu!"

He coughed, unable to hold back the other party's enthusiasm, and said: "Brother Shentu, to be honest, there is indeed some mystery in this hair, but I can't figure it out for a while, so I have to go back and figure it out."

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. If you figure something out, remember to reveal it to me."

Shen Tuxiong patted him on the shoulder and said: "You have high qualifications and a bright mind. You are a rare talent. No wonder Yue Jianhou treats you so dearly. If you are willing in the future, you can come and work in our Qinglong Pavilion."

Yue Ling's voice sounded coldly.

"He is my peripheral. Even if he wants to join the Qintian Prison, he will still enter the White Tiger Pavilion."

Shen Tuxiong laughed, unwilling to face this domineering woman, and turned to look at his men.

"Okay, brothers, haven't we always been curious about who Zhang Jiuyang is? Now the real owner has finally appeared. If it weren't for him today, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to figure out how the enemy slipped away under our noses!"

"Everyone takes turns toasting a bowl of wine to Brother Zhang, and then start searching Yangzhou!"

Shen Tuxiong waved his hand, and the people in Qintian Prison looked at each other, and then each of them came to Zhang Jiuyang with a large bowl of wine.

Yue Ling didn't want him to drink so much and wanted to stop him, but Zhang Jiuyang stopped him.

He could tell that these people were not hostile.

They were young faces. On average, they might not even be twenty years old. There was still a trace of childishness on their faces, but their eyes were extremely firm.

The most touching thing is that some people still have disabilities, which are scars left in the battle with evil spirits.

"Brother Zhang, I heard that you and Yue Tou have killed many evil spirits together. It's amazing. I respect you!"

A one-armed boy stepped forward and drank heavily.

Zhang Jiuyang finished his drink and before he could speak, another man came forward and lost his left eye.

"My life was saved by Yue Tou. If you dare to betray Yue Tou in the future, none of our brothers from Baihu Pavilion will agree!"

Before Zhang Jiuyang could explain, he saw him drinking the large bowl of wine.

Okay, I want to drink again.

"And us, our brothers from Qinglong Pavilion don't agree either!"

Many young people toasted one after another. Their faces were slightly red. They did not dare to look at Yue Ling, who was as beautiful as a fairy in a red skirt. They only dared to use the strength of the wine to say a few childish and cruel words to Zhang Jiuyang. '.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyang still didn't understand that these young men probably had some admiration for Yue Ling in their hearts.

But it's no wonder that at the age of eighteen or nineteen, it's the time of youthful admiration. Yue Ling is such a stunningly talented and beautiful woman. She takes the lead in every battle and saves their lives many times. There is no guarantee that they will not fall in love with her.

It's just that they understand that once they enter Qintian Prison, they may fall in a battle with Xie Sui at any time, and Yue Ling is so outstanding that no one dares to reveal it.

After drinking countless bowls of wine, Zhang Jiuyang felt a little tipsy when he finally saw no one in front of him.

Those energetic young people all left the Shen family after toasting and devoted themselves to the case overnight.

"Don't blame them. These children have been holding it in for too long."

Shen Tuxiong patted Zhang Jiuyang on the shoulder, looked in the direction they left, and said: "In this search mission, they are all determined to die. It is both a toast and a farewell."

Zhang Jiuyang was silent, understanding what he meant.

What they want to search is Yama's lair. If they can't find it, their lives are in danger. But if they find it, will Yama let them back?

They know that they may not be able to come back, but the fact that they cannot come back is a signal.

Wherever they die is the nest of evil.

It's like a minefield. Wherever there are mines, you have to risk your life to try.

Be generous and courageous.

That kind of vigorous vitality, like a new sun, made Zhang Jiuyang very kind and moved.

"There is no other way. When fighting evil spirits, sacrifice is inevitable. If you can kill Yama and avenge countless dead souls, even if you let me, Shen Tuxiong, die, what's the harm?"

Shen Tuxiong sighed, then turned and left.

As a prisoner, he does not need to participate in the search work, but must maintain his energy and maintain peak condition. Once he discovers the enemy's lair, he must charge into the enemy's formation as soon as possible and sweep away the evil spirits with lightning power.

Yue Ling helped him back to the room.

As soon as the door closed, the drunkenness in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes disappeared instantly. His eyes were clear and his posture was straight, and he said: "It's Xiu Niang!"

"Embroidery lady?"

"Yes, the person pretending to be Yama today is Xiu Niang!"

Zhang Jiuyang asked Ah Li to spit out a piece of white tiger skin and put it under the candlelight to watch. You can clearly see that the white tiger skin is sewn with black hair.

He took out the hair found in the coffin and compared it with the hair in the white tiger's skin.

"These hair strands contain the unique Yin Qi of the dead, and there is also a unique fragrance. It should be unmistakable. The fake Yama is the embroiderer, and the master of the painted skin has indeed taken action."

Yue Ling's eyes were cold, and she said, "As everyone knows, I am the granddaughter of the Shen family and the chief officer of the Yan Luo case. I have been biting the Painted Skin Master in the name of investigating Yan Luo. The other party is here to warn me."

The fact that he can kill Mr. Zhao of the fourth realm proves that the other party is not afraid of the power of the Shen family.

If you dare to investigate further, you will be sent to the coffin this time, and you will be killed next time.

For the evil spirits who are rampant, there are no rules. Yan Luo dares to bloodbath Qingzhou, so they naturally dare to bloodbath the Shen family.

When an evil spirit of the sixth realm goes crazy, no force dares to say that they are not afraid.

"But why did the other party pretend to be Yan Luo?"

Zhang Jiuyang said in a deep voice: "Divert the trouble."

"You can use the name of investigating Yan Luo to bite the Painted Skin Master, and they naturally want you to find the real Yan Luo."

"This way, you can divert attention. Secondly, you can use the good knife of the Imperial Observatory to get rid of a big enemy, and you can sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight."

"If I'm not mistaken, in a few days, someone will probably send you clues related to Yan Luo and lead you to Qingzhou."

Divert the trouble, borrow a knife to kill!

As for making a scene at the birthday banquet and sending the coffin in public, it is a means to anger Yue Ling. When a person is angry, his judgment will decrease.

In addition, angering the Shen family can also provoke another big enemy for Yan Luo.

"This embroiderer really spared no effort to help his master deal with me!"

Zhang Jiuyang sighed: "Hidden in the corpse, escaped from the golden cicada shell, diverted the trouble, and killed with a borrowed knife. This embroiderer is a good opponent."

Yue Ling smiled.

"But what she could never have imagined is that Yan Luo is my man, so how could I possibly hunt down my own people?"

After a pause, she thought of the coffin and the tragic death of Master Zhao.

The smile on her face gradually faded, and although her voice was calm, her words were heavily pronounced.

"Master Painted Skin, I will kill her."

"Leave the coffin to her and her master."

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