Combined with the traces of the scene, he restored the scene in his mind with his experience:

A group of warriors rushed into the alley, but suddenly stopped, faintly confronting a blurred figure in front of them, and then took action, but even the corner of the other party's clothes could not be touched, he also drank hatred.

"hiss……"

The chief of the chief was a little toothy, and knew that the case was not something he could handle, and said:

"Come here, go and notify the prefect of the prefect for the situation here, and say that it involves the struggle of the practitioners. Please inform the prefect of the prefect and send someone to deal with it."

He paused and added: "At the same time, go find the gang to which these people belong and order them to cooperate with the investigation."

In the Shendu City, the inspectors and yamen runners have more or less related to the gang, so they are not worried about not being able to find them.

A detective took the order and left, while the rest were alone.

About an hour later, a young man in a robe embroidered cloud pattern arrived and looked up at the head of the chief officer without saying nonsense: "Where is the body?"

The officials made a move out of the way and let the Taoist sected by the state sect enter.

According to the rules, whenever a case involves a monk, the government will handle it on its own at the least, and if it is a serious matter, it is necessary to ask the "professional" of the state education to take action.

The young Taoist squinted his eyes and swept over the body. After listening to the description of the headmaster next to him, he said lightly:

"It's okay. If you die for less than six hours, you can use magic to ask the spirit to peek into the memory of the deceased before death, and you can lock in the murderer."

His tone was arrogant, as if in his opinion, the case was easy to solve.

The chief constable was envious and had long been accustomed to the latter's arrogant attitude. The National Church's guys were used to looking at people with nostrils, but their essence was not bad. He immediately said, "I'm sorry, Master."

The young man said "happy" and moved the spiritual essence in his body to his eyes. In an instant, the whites of his eyes and pupils covered with a layer of pure black.

Raise your right hand and grab the leader's corpse.

Suddenly, a soul body covered with cracks and a dull expression floated out and was sucked into the latter's pupils.

...

"kill!"

In a trance, countless fighting sounds echoed in his ears, as if he was on a battlefield.

He was stunned for a moment, not understanding why this was the case.

Shouldn’t it be to read the memories of the corpse before death? With doubts, he slowly "opened" his eyes and the surrounding scenery became clear.

This is a square, with flags lying on the ground, burning fire, wearing leather armor, dressed as soldiers, looking around, there are the sounds of fighting and fighting everywhere in the city.

"Battlefield?" He was stunned for a moment, and before he could come back to his senses, he was suddenly pushed by a big hand behind him: "Run! Run!"

Why?

He turned around in confusion, and saw countless comrades fleeing in horror. Under the dark clouds in the distance, there were gray sword shadows roaring with thunder.

"Puff!" The next second, he was penetrated by his eyebrows and his vision became darker, which meant death.

But in a flash, he opened his eyes again and found that he was possessed by another fleeing soldier. He was pierced by a sword shadow while running. His body was like a locomotive hit, and he rose into the air and fell heavily.

Next, the third and fourth...

He kept possessing a soldier and was killed again and again.

Every moment of death, strong fear and pain flow into consciousness - this is the price of "asking the spirit".

Originally, with his cultivation, the influence was not great, but when hundreds of deaths accumulated, his soul suffered from torn pain, and his fear engulfed his soul, but it could not end.

Just as the verge of collapse of mind, he "opened his eyes". This time... the scenery in front of him was no longer a battlefield, but a military tent.

He heard "hisself" say, "I thought he was a powerful character, but he turned out to be a turtle."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." The figure sitting in the tent said calmly.

...

Inside the alley.

The young Taoist suddenly opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he spewed out blood with a "pop", and he fell down and suffered severe damage.

The officials around were shocked and didn't know what happened.

The headmaster quickly looked fast, stepped forward to support him, and said anxiously: "Master Taoist?Master Taoist?"

The arrogant young man stretched out his hand and grabbed the latter's arm tightly. The blue veins on the back of his hand floated up, and his eyes were bulging, as if he had experienced a nightmare: "National Master...I saw the National Master..."

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ps: The manuscript is gone. Tomorrow on Tuesday, everyone remember to click on tomorrow's update. Other books have too good grades and are under great pressure. I don't know if I can advance, nor how far this book can go in the cruel battle... Please.
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