The Lord who use immortals as food

The sword hung in the air and floated in a smooth arc like a fish. It pointed the tip of the sword at them again. It turned the sword slightly, as if the tremor of having just handed over the sword made it feel a little uncomfortable.

"Monster Sword!" Kong Lanting finally uttered these two words in a hoarse voice.

Guan Qianyan looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment and shook his head subconsciously. In the thick fog around them, more shapeless sharp edges surrounded them, and the disturbances that passed through gradually stopped being messy and seemed to start to condense. Into the same heavy flow.

Slower, but more obvious waves slowly pushed through the mist.

Guan Qianyan looked back at the boy who was gritting his teeth and covering his wrist with a pale face. He had undoubtedly injured his muscles and bones in the previous exchange, and he would probably never be able to strike like that with his sword again.

And that's just its ordinary sword, and it's just an ordinary one among them.

The girl fell into despair, and the sword in front of her had readjusted its posture. Before she could think of what to say to the boy at the last moment, the sword had already struck at her again.

The two of them narrowed their pupils at the same time, but Kong Lanting's sword was even slower than the girl's this time. Guan Qianyan gritted his teeth and slashed with the sword, but he failed again.

The sharp force pressed into her throat, and a cold horror filled the girl's body, but that moment never came.

The sword was strangled in front of her throat, as if frozen in the air.

Guan Qianyan watched this scene with almost suffocation. As long as it moved forward two inches, it would unstoppably take her life.

But it didn't happen. At this critical moment, the sword seemed to hear some call. It slowly retreated two feet, then suddenly swept back into the mist.

Then there was the disturbance of the thick mist being pushed away, and the condensed things slowly swam away. Guan Qianyan followed the direction of the mist with blank eyes, and slowly raised her head.

Which direction is the peak?

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Xianqiao Peak.

The Law Enforcement Hall is still operating to the maximum extent, and the blockade of the entire Xianqiao has been made clear. The other party took away the young man's life like a bag, but did not leave any traces. This is what all the insiders of this matter have said. Unacceptable things.

"The investigation has been completed." Zhao Cheng walked to Gan Zifeng. "Everyone has been identified and no one has missed any place. When the incident occurred, our blockade was still watertight."

Gan Zifeng slowly raised his head: "He only moved his hands after he saw me coming down."

"We have just conducted an investigation under the shadow of the rock." Zhao Cheng handed over a rather scrawled booklet, "We have already set up a shielding array there. Under such circumstances, we still need to observe the movements of the people inside. We cooperated with the disciples of Qi and Zhen to list six positions and five methods."

Gan Zifeng looked at him.

"But after preliminary inspection, none of them matched."

Gan Zifeng frowned even more tightly, staring silently at the corpse at his feet.

"If there is a person who has been hiding somewhere outside and watching, he will enter the room as soon as you leave. We have indeed found no trace of this person." Zhao Chengdao, "Of course we will search deeper and more carefully next."

Gan Zifeng listened to the report of the young man in his ear, and the blood flowing under his eyes began to slowly solidify. He suddenly felt a vague and inexplicable sense of deviation in his heart.

wrong.

Something isn't right.

Gan Zifeng suddenly remembered the months he spent hanging around Wu Hejian.

"Sometimes investigating a case is actually just like this magic trick." The old man with a strange appearance looked at the stage, "Especially when it comes to mysterious cases, you always want to peel off the cocoons layer by layer, and you must get through the horns. In fact, It has entered into his prescribed logic.”

"Sometimes you have to think normally and think in your own way." The old man smiled hoarsely, "Just like this trick - if you think highly of any musical instrument, you are just a shill!"

"Actually, after working in this field for a long time, I have a feeling. Sometimes when I get excited, I feel that I have gone astray. There is no way to teach me."

Gan Zifeng looked at the corpse in front of him intently, and suddenly raised his hand: "Don't worry yet. Get a pen, ink, and paper. You need a fine pen."

Zhao Chengyi, who was still reporting, was startled: "Oh, okay."

Gan Zifeng's eyes fell on Yan Caiyue's Wushen eyes, and suddenly he felt a little floating.

It was countless memories that he had experienced that were coming back one after another, connected with such a similar reality, as if they were trying to pull him back to seven years ago.

Zhao Cheng quickly brought a pen and paper over, and Gan Zifeng took it, rejecting the request to do it for him. He knelt on the ground, pursed his lips and described the eyes without saying a word.

The man's calm and patient voice had already been swept to the edge of memory, but now it vaguely reappeared.

"I know that the eyes can't tell the difference." Zhang Meiqing said seriously, "After death, the muscle strips in the eyes are no longer restrained, causing the pupils to dilate; because they no longer reflect external objects, they appear as if they are covered with gray. This is indeed Normal 'Godless'."

Gan Zifeng had been a deacon of the Dharma Hall for half his life and was very familiar with this scene. At this moment, as he had done many times before, he carefully sketched these lifeless eyes on the paper, stroke by stroke.

"But that's not the case for 'Wushen' who was injured by Kenshin Shot. The size of his pupils will not change, and foreign objects can be reflected on his pupils, but everything seems to be transparent in front of him, and he has no focus."

"But now it has lost its pupil dilation."

"It's fundamentally different. Because when people enter Kenshin Shota, they have the illusion of falling into boundless depths, so the moment they look into Kenshin Shotu, their pupils are fixed in the state of 'looking deeply'. In this way Even after death, people can still tell the difference - I'll teach you how to tell the difference."

"Perhaps. But Peak Master, this corpse died after falling off a cliff, and it has been lying there for almost thirty hours. The blood in its pupils has solidified. We can't tell the difference you mentioned."

"So this is how they cover up the truth!" Gan Zifeng remembered that the man's hand in front of him was squeezing until it turned white. "Listen to me, you can draw these eyes carefully, and then Draw another picture of it, remove the bloodshot, gray, and flocculation on it, and then look at it again.”

Gan Zifeng did do that at that time, but the body had indeed been there for a long time, and there were too many factors that would have caused the same subtle changes. This kind of speculation is not recognized by the Law Enforcement Hall.

But now, the body before him was still fresh.

Gan Zifeng finished drawing the eyes, then turned the pen and dropped the empty end on the paper. He re-drawn every detail caused by the heavy blow from the cliff, and those ink lines disappeared one by one as the pen passed.

Bloodshot, hemorrhage, protrusion, distortion. Little by little, it was repaired back to its normal appearance. Finally, a pair of intact eyes settled on the paper.

"You see, the dead mind is relaxation and diffusion, but the loss of care is depth and obsession." Zhang Meiqing clicked on the pair of repaired eyes, "The reason why they tampered with the eyes is because of this It’s easy to see!”

Gan Zifeng pursed his lips and looked at the painting in his hand. The eyes that expanded after death were so normal, without any so-called "depth and obsession".

At this moment, Gan Zifeng really felt that he had reunited with himself after seven years. The same place, the same body, the same case. The results should be reversed.

"He was not soul-robbed." Gan Zifeng whispered.

"What?" Zhao Cheng was startled.

"There are no traces of being taken away from the soul." Gan Zifeng stood up and looked up at the cliff head.

".You mean the murderer only killed him——"

"Maybe there is no murderer." Gan Zifeng turned to look at him, "What if he really committed suicide."

"."

"So we can't find any trace of the intruder, because he walked to the edge of Yunping with his sword in his hand, and then jumped down." Gan Zifeng's voice was extremely cold, "Didn't you visit him when you came? What does he look like?"

"He is in very good condition!" Zhao Cheng still couldn't believe it. "The injuries had been taken care of at that time. He was lying under the quilt. Although his face was pale, he was in good spirits. We chatted with him for a few words, and he also The disciples of Zhufeng showed us the gifts. To be honest, I think he was even a little happy at that time, because living in a place like this, I don’t think he has ever received so much warm attention. "

"Then we gave him a warning bead and told him that we would guard the entire cliff. If there is anything unusual, he could contact us." The young man was obviously more willing to accept that there were really evil people killing him. "How could he commit suicide?! "

"."

Gan Zifeng pursed his lips and his eyes flashed. At this time, a dry male voice sounded next to him: "Someone told him."

The two turned their heads, and Shi Yinglin was staring blankly at Yan Caiyue's body.

"What?"

"We came late and saw that Junior Brother Yan was not like that, Elder." Shi Yinglin turned his head in surprise, "We asked him many things, but he didn't say a word, just looked at the beams without moving, like It’s like a corpse. I thought he hadn’t recovered yet.”

"But no, someone told him the news from the medical hall that his meridian tree was disabled."

"." Gan Zifeng slowly narrowed his eyes.

"That's right. Junior Brother Caiyue grew up under Uncle Dai, and he has valued practice more than anything else since he was a child." The girl in blue trembled slightly, "He is usually arrogant and arrogant because he believes that practicing swords is more important than anything else. If you practice your sword well, you will be superior to others. He can't accept this news now."

"."

"But who can tell him?" Zhao Cheng frowned, "There are too many people who can talk to him in a day, and we don't monitor him."

"The list of names hasn't been checked yet!" Gan Zifeng shouted, "Look who else is there!"

Zhao Cheng suddenly came back to his senses and went to get the shelved roster again. Gan Zifeng turned around and ordered again: "Xu Xun! Stop checking the periphery and transfer people to Yan Caiyueyuan. I want to see how he knew that everyone had left at that moment. It’s Yunping!”

"yes!"

At this time, many law enforcement officials had arrived, and the investigation began to move in a new direction. Zhao Cheng flipped through the book until the last page, when he suddenly paused his finger on a name, showing a somewhat confused look.

"What's wrong?"

"." Zhao Cheng opened his mouth twice, and Gan Zifeng looked over. His fingers were resting on the same names, one new and one old.

Xi Tianji.

All was quiet.

This is indeed an unexpected but extremely reasonable name.

He came here before noon, after Zhao Cheng and before Shi Yinglin; he had been assisting the sect for a long time, and it was easy to get information about the medical hall; he was also the most beloved senior brother in the contemporary era, and no matter what he said, Yan Caiyue would definitely trust him 100% he.

but.

"How is it possible?" Shi Yinglin was confused, "This must be a coincidence, Elder Gan, just like I am here now. There must be some misunderstanding."

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, turned his eyes and said softly: "Elder, Xi Tianji was only fourteen years old back then."

"And it was Jiang Yitong who injured Ji Feng that year." The man continued, "It was inconvenient to visit, so Yuanwu Peak sent him instead. It must be a coincidence."

Gan Zifeng remained silent, his eyes flashing.

Xi Tianji's identity and motivation aside, when he was fourteen, he really couldn't defeat Ji Feng, let alone defeat the enemy with one blow and then forcibly steal his soul.

But Zhang Meiqing said that was how Ji Feng died.

When the dossier was no longer trustworthy, he could only rely on everything left by the man who was on the right path. It's just that even back then, Zhang Meiqing looked through the name cards but couldn't find those two unusual enough names.

Is the murderer really on this list? What did the man miss?

There was no one around to disturb the elder's thinking. Gan Zifeng quietly stroked the paper in his hand, looking at everything in front of him with open eyes. Suddenly a figure walked past, and the old man's eyes froze after realizing it.

"Wait - you." Gan Zifeng frowned and called to him.

The slightly fat man in his twenties, wearing a law enforcement uniform, looked at him blankly: "What's the matter, elder?"

"It seems that there is no one among the people I brought." Gan Zifeng looked at this unfamiliar face and said coldly, "Are you the one who was transferred from behind for support?"

"No, I am from the outer hall, sir."

Gan Zifeng frowned, but Zhao Cheng had already spoken: "He is the guest who is helping to remember, sir - you have forgotten that in addition to the people we brought, there are law enforcement officers patrolling the peaks on weekdays, and today it is our turn This junior brother is on duty. Of course, we kept him outside today and did not let him in. "

"."

".grown ups?"

Gan Zifeng looked at the man blankly and took a deep breath: "That's right, Zhang Meiqing is not from the Law Enforcement Hall, and he can't remember this rule."

".What? My lord."

"Go and check now!" The old man turned around suddenly, "I want to know immediately how the inspection rotations of the various peaks are arranged! Who was patrolling Xianqiao Peak on the day Ji Feng fell from the cliff!"

It is indeed difficult to find such a schedule in such a hurry, let alone the schedule from seven years ago, but fortunately the person involved is here.

"Chief, Elder." The fat disciple said a little cautiously, "The tour of the peaks has always been to have one person from each peak, and each person is worth one month. I am a disciple of Candle Peak. If we count forward, Senior Brother Ji Feng's one month , Yuan Wufeng should be on duty.”

"."

"At that time, this was still a fat job, and it was all done by front-line disciples." Seeing that no one spoke, the disciple continued, "The number one person in Yuanwu Peak at that time should be Senior Brother Jiang Yitongjiang."

Everyone present was almost horrified. Gan Zifeng suddenly turned his head: "Xi Tianji and Jiang Yitong, where are these two people now?"

Zhao Cheng was stunned for a while: "They seem to be on duty to guard Houya and will stay in the hall today."

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Under the back cliff, Guan Qianyan and Kong Lanting had just climbed up the cliff with support.

"You're right!" The girl looked at the flat peak, where the fog finally dissipated. She breathed a sigh of relief: "This is Jia Jiuzhu!"