Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 133 Headless Corpse Causes Doubts

Feng Ping withdrew from the moon-swallowing space, but the mutation there left him with lingering fears.

I thought that breaking the taboos in "The Walking Corpse Records of Swallowing the Moon" and "Secret Technique of Corpse Refining" would make me become a walking corpse without consciousness, but now that I think about it, that doesn't seem to be the case!
The taboo violated was the taboo of Qihai worms, and it would not do any good to the big fisherman.

In other words, even if the monks who practiced this set of exercises completely obeyed the taboos, they would still be cut off like Gongsun Hui.

And when and how to cut, it all depends on the mood of the boss!

"It's really a sinister technique!" Feng Ping sat cross-legged on the bed, fine beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Although, for him, the alien spiritual energy could not control him, but if he was targeted by that terrifying boss, he might not be able to bear fruit.

"It seems that we still have to give up this technique in the future, and the moon-swallowing space should be used less, but "Corpse Refining Secret Art" is a good thing!"

Feng Ping was still reluctant to let go of this martial art that could become stronger as long as he had money.

No matter how you say it, you have to cultivate to a small degree, so that the body alone will have the strength of a low-grade magic weapon.

And this kind of transformation, even if it is not in the state of walking dead, is still effective!It's just less effective.

Feng Ping got off the bed, and in the living room, the setting sun came in through the door.

A piece of golden.

He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea that was still warm, and took a sip.

Cultivation can't practice for the time being, he can only think about the next step.

Feng Ping habitually bluffed his fingers and tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.

He didn't know when he developed this habit, and he would subconsciously make this kind of action every time he thought.

Of course, this must have been cultivated in the previous life. As for how and why it was cultivated, Feng Ping couldn't remember it.

"From the current point of view, Shuntian Mansion has begun to be in chaos. It was originally just a grudge between monks, 'Feng Ping' and Liu Minghui, but now the True Immortal Association has also been dragged in."

"Since that's the case, then it's time to write something about Xiexiu."

"Advanced method, advanced method? Do you want to disclose this news to Lan Fu in exchange for his trust?"

The last time I sat at the table and thought like this was before the gifts were given at both ends.

As the sky gradually darkened until late at night, Feng Ping finally had a plan for the next step.

……

Yamen of the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture.

After Chen Boya said those inexplicable words to Niu Dali, she came here with Hu Yangjian's headless body.

Zhang Yonglie also just arrived, but when he saw Chen Boya, he couldn't help feeling resentful.

"I don't know if Fairy Zixia is here, what is the so-called?"

The magistrate spoke politely, but his arrogance could not be concealed in his demeanor and actions.

Originally, he was tolerant everywhere, even the chaos in Lai'an County, he asked the two Dengxiange deacons to help deal with it in a pleading tone.

Unexpectedly, I was too polite, and these immortal deacons turned their noses up, especially the one in front of me!

Forget about Chilian Daoist, one of the eight great spiritual realms in Dongxuan Mansion, he naturally has to respect it.

But this Chen Boya, who has just condensed the golden core and formed the law of heaven and earth, is afraid that he is not even proficient in supernatural powers, so he is so arrogant and domineering!

Can he endure this?

"The deacon of Dengxian Pavilion died at the hands of evil cultivators, so that's all? The magistrate doesn't do an autopsy, let's see how he died?"

Chen Boya turned a blind eye to Zhang Yonglie's expression, and still had a careless and smiling expression on his face.

It's just that this face with pus and blood is very creepy.

Zhang Yonglie casually glanced at the corpse on the ground, and said, "The head was chopped off, so this is the only way to do an autopsy?"

"It's true, but look at his body?" Chen Boya pointed at the other party's bruised corpse, and continued.

"Ok?"

Zhang Yonglie took two steps and approached.

He looked at it carefully, frowned slightly, and said: "This injury is obviously made after the person died."

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from the eyes of the magistrate." Chen Boya covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "Look at the incision on the head again."

Zhang Yonglie also made a serious distinction, then raised his head to look at the other party:
"Ordinary sharp weapon, chopped off after death?"

"That's right!"

"You mean, the deacon of Dengxiange was killed and then his head was chopped off?" Zhang Yonglie noticed something unusual.

"Your Majesty is really smart, Zixia, I am really fascinated by you." Chen Boya said, the tentacles on his right arm twitched non-stop, as if expressing some kind of excitement.

"Just say what you have to say, I don't care how he died!"

"Tsk tsk tsk. Cut off the head after death, and punched scars on the body, doesn't that explain anything?"

"Cover up the cause of death, but what's the matter? Who killed it, do you know? Feng Ping? Liu Minghui? Or Niu Dali?" Zhang Yonglie chuckled, "No matter who you suspect, tell me about the dark spirit on him What happened to the Nether Palm?"

Zhang Yonglie saw through Chen Boya's mystification at a glance.

This little trick can't be hidden from his eyes, but there are indeed doubts in it!
Chen Boya's originally confident expression froze in an instant. She originally wanted to ask the teacher about her crimes, and by the way, take the opponent into the army.

Unexpectedly, the magistrate could see through her mind at a glance!
From this moment, Chen Boya realized one thing!

She underestimated the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture who was not strong enough to be at the Jindan stage, but was a little weak in his dealings with others!
"Then tell me, why did they do it on purpose?" Chen Boya asked back.

Zhang Yonglie glanced at her contemptuously, and was not ready to answer the other party's question.

"I will investigate the matter of evil cultivators, but it's time for your three great immortal sects to do some activities! See off guests!"

"Hey, why is the magistrate so cruel, and just let the slave family go?"

Chen Boya's "beautiful eyes flow", showing a feeling of reluctance.

As for Zhang Yonglie, he turned around and entered the room without even looking at her.

As soon as the other party turned around, the smile on Chen Boya's face faded away, and changed into a cold look.

She rolled up the headless corpse on the ground with her tentacles, turned into a blood shadow and disappeared in the magistrate's office.

After Zhang Yonglie returned to the house, he thought for a long time.

This corpse is indeed a big problem, and combined with Lan Fu's attack, there are so many doubts in it.

Why did the evil cultivators kill the military officials?

Why did Lan Fu know all this in advance?
What role did Niu Dali play in it?
What is Chen Boya's intention in doing this?

and many more!

There are too many doubts and puzzles.

Zhang Yonglie stood up from the teacher's chair and called out, "Come here."

Soon, Lin Qingshan who was guarding the door came in.

"Master Zhifu, what are your orders?"

"Hurry up, go and find Lan Fu for me, I have something to ask him!"

(End of this chapter)