Daxuanti criminal officer

Chapter 187

"What? Already chopped?"

In the secret room of the Purple Mountain School, Xu Zun looked at a disciple's mutilated finger and asked in amazement.

"Yes!" the disciple replied with a bitter face, "the meat is gone, and the bones will soon be necrotic. I heard from others that if you don't chop it up, you will get ulcers and die. So I can only chop it up... "

is it?

Xu Zun recalled his previous life, and then realized that if this injury happened in modern times, it might be saved. It can be inserted into the belly for cultivation, or given anti-inflammatory injections or something.

But in ancient times when medicine was backward, it could only be chopped up directly, otherwise infection would occur and life-threatening.

What was chopped off was the person's entire index finger, half of his middle finger and half of his thumb.

According to this person, he used these three fingers to hold the purple scales in his hands, but in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood on his fingers were swallowed, and then turned into white bones.

And the most frightening thing was that the fingers turned into white bones, but no blood was seen, as if the flesh and blood were sucked away by something in an instant.

"What do those purple scales look like?" Xu Zun asked.

"It's a bit like flower petals," the disciple replied. "When you hold it in your hand, it's cool, and then it starts to smoke. When you feel the pain again, your fingers have turned into white bones."

"Okay," Xu Zun said, "Then show me, where did you find that scale?"

"Here," the disciple pointed to the statue in the center, "the side of the shrine under the statue was blocked by the shrine at that time."

According to what this person pointed out, Xu Zun came under the statue to examine it carefully.

The Zishan faction comes from the Kunlun lineage, which is similar to the gods enshrined in Xuandao, and it is also the ancestor of Xuandao.

Xu Zun checked inside and out several times, but found nothing special.

"Master Wanqi..." Xu Zun asked, "Do you just practice in this place for seven days? What do you eat and drink?"

"Since I am practicing, I will not eat or drink." Zhuang Jingcheng replied, "The head of Wanqi is practicing Zishan Xinfa, let alone seven days, it is okay to not eat or drink for half a month."

so smart?

Xu Zun was amazed, it seems that the host's knowledge is really limited, there are still many surprising things in this new world.

"At that time," an elder introduced to Xu Zun, "the body of the head of Wancheng was here, sitting cross-legged in meditation, but his body turned into a pile of bones!"

"Are you sure," Xu Zun said, "that pile of bones is the head of Wanqi?"

"This..." Jiao Chengtong said impatiently as everyone stared wide-eyed, "I watched the headman enter the secret room with my own eyes. who?"

"That's right," said another elder, "there is no exit from the secret room. In the end we had no choice but to break open the stone door to get in. There is no one else in the secret room except the head!"

"Although it's just bones," Zhuang Jingcheng also said, "but the clothes and accessories are worn by the head, and from the appearance, they are the same as the head!"

Everyone nodded one after another, obviously convinced of the fact that the bone was Wanqi Peak.

"Then..." Xu Zun asked again, "Is there someone guarding the door when the head is in retreat?"

"Yes, yes!" Zhuang Jingcheng pointed to the disciples behind him, "These disciples work in two shifts, guarding in shifts, non-stop around the clock, without any free time, and have not heard any changes in the secret room!"

"Oh..." Xu Zun looked at those disciples and began to fall into deep thought.

"Why..." Zhuang Jingcheng heard something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Does Master Xu think there is something wrong?"

"Well," Xu Zun nodded and said, "The apprentice whose fingers turned into bones, did he roll on the ground in pain after his fingers turned into bones?"

"Yes!" Zhuang Jingcheng nodded, he was also present at that time.

"Then the head of Wancheng has turned into bones all over, why can he still maintain the posture of meditation?" Xu Zun expressed his doubts.

"Huh?" Everyone's eyes widened. They really didn't expect this before.

"Is it..." Jiao Chengtong said, "The ghost cast a body-holding technique on the head? Or, the speed of sucking flesh and blood was too fast, so the head didn't have time to react?"

"Hmph..." Xu Zun smiled slightly at Jiao Chengtong, and said meaningfully, "Do you really think that this thing was done by a ghost?"

"What... what!?" Jiao Chengtong's expression tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

"Ah?" Zhuang Jingcheng was also surprised, "Why did your lord say that?"

"Where are the bones of the head of Wanqi?" Xu Zun did not answer, but asked the two, "Take me to see!"

A while later, in the mourning hall of the Purple Mountain School, Xu Zun was slightly surprised when he saw the bones scattered in the coffin.

"What?" Xu Zun asked, "Has the fight broken up?"

"Alas," Zhuang Jingcheng said complainingly, "I told you a long time ago, don't touch the bones of the head, but you just don't listen, look, what's going on? You really are disrespectful to the head!"

"Are you still making sarcastic remarks?" Jiao Chengtong retorted with a flushed face, "The head's bones can no longer hold up. It collapsed on its own. Is it my fault?"

"Great Elder," Zhuang Jingcheng pretended to be innocent, "I didn't seem to say that you were to blame for this, did I? Why are you still looking for yourself?"

"You..." Jiao Cheng was so breathless that his beard fluttered.

Xu Zun ignored their arguments, and continued to examine the bones carefully, but saw that the bones in the coffin had fallen apart, and it was probably just a human shape.

"Before..." Xu Zun asked curiously, "The head's bones are in the shape of meditation, how did they support them?"

"I don't know," Jiao Chengtong said, "I seem to remember that there were some tendons and bones connected at that time, and then even those bones and flesh disappeared, so it collapsed, right?"

"Oh..." Xu Zun immediately picked up a bone and examined it carefully, causing everyone to be astonished.

Jiao Chengtong wanted to stop him, but seeing that Zhuang Jingcheng and others didn't care, he was embarrassed to force his way out.

"Master Wanqi..." Xu Zun asked, "How old is this year?"

"I just passed my [-]th birthday." Zhuang Jingcheng replied.

"So young?" Xu Zun turned his head to look at Jiao Chengtong and other elders, as if all of them were over [-] years old.

Depend on……

Xu Zun was stunned, thinking that Yue Jinglei, the hundred-step magic fist, was Wan Qifeng's sworn brother. If he said that, wouldn't Yue Jinglei even reach forty?
However, Xu Zun felt relieved when he thought that Ku Niang could easily deal with Wei Beihui at such a young age.

"Alas!" Zhuang Jingcheng sighed, "It's a pity that the head of the sect is so skilled in martial arts, and he died young, which is really a great loss for our Zishan sect!"

"Then..." Xu Zun picked up the femur and asked, "How tall is the head of Wanqi?"

"Seven feet." Someone replied.

Xu Zun obtained the data of 1.6 meters through instinctive knowledge conversion.

It seems that he is not tall.

"Then..." Xu Zun asked again while holding the femur, "Is the leader of Wanqi Gang a man or a woman?"

(End of this chapter)