The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye turned over, jumped off the horse, and jumped into the forest.

The angry shouts of several gentlemen came from behind.

"What are you doing?!" Several men chased after him, but they did not draw their swords for a moment, because the young man's skill when he just rushed in dazzled them.

"Sorry, but I know the deceased." Pei Ye turned around and said, "Let me see the scene."

The head catcher strode over and said with a frown, "Who are you?"

Pei Ye told him the truth and showed him the martial arts documents and Bai Sibing's recommendation letter. The head catcher read them one by one and his expression became more relaxed: "It turns out to be Mr. Pei. How did Mr. Pei know the deceased?"

"We'll stay at an inn in the town together."

The catcher nodded: "Okay - Zhao Xin, follow Pei Shaoxia for a walk and record anything you find."

A young gentleman holding a pen next to him immediately raised his head: "Hey!"

Pei Ye took the document from the catcher's hand and put it back into his bag, his eyes fixed on the corpse.

He walked over slowly, lowered his head, and for a moment he seemed to be back in the dense rain forest in the early morning of August 4th.

The same man, the same posture of leaning against a tree to die, the same death with eyes open.

But in the end, it was just an illusion. This was not a deep mountain where the sky was unstoppable, and the corpse was not that tragic. There was only a penetrating wound on the shoulder and a fatal wound on the throat.

Cheng Jianghong's kind eyes were open. There was no surprise or anger in them, no expression at all, just lifeless, completely lifeless.

Pei Ye moved his eyes away from his head and walked up the tree, stopping at about the height of his chest. There was a sword hole that penetrated the tree trunk, and the edge of the hole was slightly stained with blood.

This hole coincides with the wound on Cheng Jianghong's shoulder. It was obvious that he was nailed here by the enemy's sword first. When the opponent's sword was drawn out, he collapsed.

But there is something strange here: the shoulder being penetrated is not a fatal injury, it will only temporarily restrain Jiang Hong. When the opponent pulls out the sword, he should counterattack immediately. How can he collapse along the tree?

Was it that the sword that cut the throat was too fast, or did Chengjiang Hong lose the ability to resist before the sword was pulled out? Did the opponent cut his throat with another weapon before pulling out the sword?

"It's the mind." Black Cat suddenly said.

"What?"

"His mind was destroyed, and the sword that cut his throat was just a patch on his body."

Pei Ye understood. The opponent first pinned Cheng Jianghong, then destroyed his mind, and finally drew his sword and cut his throat.

After understanding this, Pei Ye looked down again, this time his eyes fell on the iron sword in his left hand.

This hand is held in the middle of the scabbard, and the scabbard and hilt are connected together.

He used the technique [Marry Branches for the Banquet], and this time it must have been filled with all his true energy, but there was no blood on the blade.

The hilt of the sword did not leave the scabbard, which meant that this was his last move. After this move, the opponent nailed him to the tree.

Pei Ye lowered his head and looked at the direction of the sword - it was facing straight ahead, with no trace of being missed.

The opponent hit his right shoulder, and he could still continue to draw the sword with his left hand, but the result was that the opponent's sword penetrated his shoulder, and his longer sword did not touch the opponent.

Pei Ye tried hard to restore the scene at that time, but had no clue for the moment.

This has nothing to do with the gap in martial arts. No matter how high the opponent's martial arts is, he can remove the sword with a snap of his fingers, but he still has to snap his fingers, right? This sword showed no trace of interference at all, and the other party didn't care about his sword at all.

As for hiding, the sword was stuck on Chengjiang Hong's shoulder, how else could one hide?

Even if he sideways dodges the stabbing, Chengjiang Hong can still swing or chop - in short, as long as the opponent's hand is still holding the hilt of the sword, the person must be within Chengjiang Hong's attack range.

Why didn't Cheng Jianghong try to continue the attack?

Unless he is faced with a helpless situation - there is no point in continuing to take action.

Pei Ye suddenly thought of Zhanxin Liuli. If it were this kind of flying sword, the enemy would indeed not have to get close, and the person who was pinned would indeed stop using the sword in despair.

But he quickly gave up this idea. Attributing the problem to people like the Master of the Famous Sword did not solve the problem. The Famous Sword and Thaumaturgy Menopause are the universal answer. Whenever you encounter something that you don't understand, you can rely on it, but Countless strange things happen in the world every day, but there are only a few famous swords and magic arts.

They are really busy.

Secondly, if it was a flying sword, Cheng Jianghong wouldn't have to try to thrust the sword at all. Because at least when he drew this sword, he thought he had a chance to stab the enemy, which meant that the enemy was indeed in front of him at that time.

Pei Ye frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't find the answer yet.

Suddenly, a subtle reflection flashed across the ground at the edge of his vision as the sun moved.

Pei Ye immediately walked over, leaned over and picked up a thin drill that was as long as his middle finger and as thick as a chopstick.

hidden weapon.

He immediately got up and looked around, and then found five more on the surrounding tree trunks, and the detectives also found two. There are a total of eight fine drills, and their landing points are in a roughly circular shape.

Pei Ye wrapped these fine tools with a cloth and held them in his hands. They seemed to be fired from the direction of Cheng Jianghong. He walked to Cheng Jianghong's body and looked carefully, and sure enough, no trace of the hidden weapon was found.

After squatting and thinking for a while, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, turned around and picked up the iron sword again.

Unsheathing the sword, standing with the sword upright, looking down at the hilt - a hollow.

The seal on the top of the hilt disappeared.

Pei Ye put the eight fine dowels in one by one, and they fit tightly, leaving only one gap.

It is an ingenious mechanism. At first glance, the thick ring on the sword hilt is meant to fit the owner's broad palm. Only when the fight gets more intense does one realize that it is meant to fit into the scabbard. And only in the tragic situation of life and death can the enemy see its final true appearance.

This was Chengjiang Hong's trump card in a life-and-death fight. If the last fine hammer could not be found around, it might have been left on the murderer's body.

Pei Ye told all these speculations to the catcher who was taking notes next to him. The catcher nodded quickly and remembered - before Pei Ye came, he had been examining this small book for a long time and only wrote three or five lines. But now In a short while, two pages have been turned.

Pei Ye walked to a few men, who were still looking through Cheng Jiang Hong's packages. Seeing him coming, the head catcher raised his head and said, "Little brother, can you tell us more about your acquaintance with the deceased?"

"We actually met by chance. We met someone in the inn last night——"

Pei Ye's throat suddenly tightened, and the memories of last night came flooding back, and at the same time, the packages spread out on the ground came into view clearly.

A kind of coldness suddenly spread from the bottom of my heart to my throat.

Pei Ye pursed her lips and said hoarsely: "Isn't there a small porcelain bottle in this package?"

"What little porcelain bottle?"

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There is no evidence and no complete chain of speculation.

But the creepy thoughts still came to him uncontrollably.

——In their fight last night, who was the winner or the dead?