Chapter 11 second quarter

Yun Jisang bent down and gently pushed aside the red leaves.Among the gorgeous red leaves, the broken limbs were exposed.He felt nauseous for a while, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked again. "There are no corpse spots on this corpse, Master Kuchan should have been killed not long ago. The blood color of the corpse is bright red, and there is no sign of solidification. According to my opinion, he should have been killed within half an hour." Gu Zhongnan said softly.Yun Jisang raised his eyes and looked: "There are no footprints." Gu Zhongnan looked around. It was very windy and rainy last night, and the surroundings were muddy, but there was not a single footprint around this pile of red leaves: "It seems that this murderer is very good at light kung fu."

"Not necessarily, Mr. Gu, there is only one path leading up to this cliff, but we didn't see any footprints when we went up the mountain." Yun Jisang twisted his right middle finger and thought. "When did the rain stop last night?" He asked again abruptly. "Well, it seems to be after Yinshi. When I came out and met Miss Fang, the rain had stopped. Could it be that the murderer's footprints were washed away by the rain? But, but he should have killed within an hour." "There are bloodstains!" Yun Jisang stood up abruptly, and walked towards the edge of the cliff along the intermittent bloodstains.The blood trail continued intermittently to the edge of the cliff, where it disappeared.

Looking down from the cliff, the steep and dark cliff stretches straight down, submerged in the blue water of the lake.The white waves beat against the rocks below the cliff, and the sound of crushing was sad and desperate, like the harmony of countless innocent souls.Yun Jisang looked at it for a while, and felt dizzy in his head.This cliff is very steep, even for a master, it is not easy to climb.He asked, "Mr. Gu, did you hear any strange noise when you went up the cliff just now?" Gu Zhongnan frowned: "No, I picked up the master's earring, and in a panic, I rushed to the cliff. I didn't hear anything special." Yun Jisang nodded.The sound of the water under the cliff was extremely loud, if not for the fact that his dark consciousness of the six spirits was already quite strong, he probably wouldn't be able to hear anything.

At this time, it seems that Fang Huiting has received the news, and several figures have rushed over quickly.The first person was Qiao Yi, and his lightness kung fu was far superior to the others, about ten feet ahead.Hu Jingan followed closely behind, followed by Lu Bian, Xue Hao, Ban Qihu and Yan Sen.Ren Zining and Rong Xiaoying walked side by side, and at the end were Zhuo Anjie who walked leisurely and Fang Huiting who was snuggling close to her. "Master Kuchan was killed?" Qiao Yi asked the first sentence after climbing the cliff.Yun Jisang nodded, and pointed to the pile of red leaf corpses on the ground.Qiao Yi bent down to check.

But Hu Jingan rushed to his side and asked anxiously: "How about the coffin of our owner?" Yun Jisang shook his head: "Mr. Gu and I haven't checked into the mourning hall yet." Fly and jump.Yun Jisang quickly followed him and ran over. As soon as they entered the mourning hall, the two of them froze for a moment.I saw that the lid of the coffin had already been opened, and the inside of the coffin was already empty.On one side of the wall, there are twelve big characters written in blood like flying dragons and phoenixes--the cold dew is light, it is difficult to conquer, the fragrance of death comes out, and the male and female appear.Hu Jingan flew to the front of the coffin and said in a trembling voice: "The owner, the owner's body is gone...they stole the body away..."

Lu Bian came in after him, he sniffed, frowned and said: "The smell in the mourning hall... yes, it's the same as the one on the boat." Yun Jisang walked slowly to the wall, and carefully looked at the characters.The strokes of those characters are very sharp, but the separation and closing of the writing is very weird. Between each character, the thickness and strength have completely different feelings, as if they were written by two people. He glanced around again, stooped, and picked up a broken string of beads from the floor.Only three beads remained on it, and the rest were scattered all over the floor.He thought for a while, and put the rosary in his arms.

At this time, other people also walked in.He closed his eyes slightly, and the dark consciousness of the six spirits immediately incorporated all the reactions around him one by one, just like the floating clouds in the sky cast their clear reflections in the deep pool. Ban Qihu looked surprised, as if he didn't understand what happened; Gu Zhongnan was softly comforting Fang Huiting, who was obviously frightened; Ren Zining instinctively looked at his beloved wife, but Rong Xiaoying only frowned slightly, slowly Shaking his head; Xue Hao looked at the twelve words coldly, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with him; Qiao Yi stood still, looked up and looked around every corner carefully; Zhuo Anjie He remained calm; Jin Dazhong grinned, muttering curses.There is nothing special about it.

Another person came in.His reaction was completely different from others.Yun Jisang's mind turned, and the dark consciousness of the six spirits locked the man tightly.That's right, the man's blood flow and heartbeat quickened even though he didn't appear to be any different.Yun Jisang turned around and slowly opened his eyes - the black robe in front of him was slightly rising in the morning wind passing through the mourning hall - Yan Sen?