After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 106 Another City
Indus, also known as Qingtong, the village that can be named after this is naturally indispensable for the sycamore tree.

Sun Feng raised his hand to draw the mission scroll, and said: "This mission should not be reported to our Chaotianzong, but should be handled by the government. In addition, there are few rewards and it is far away. Therefore, the disciples of the outer sect are not willing to accept it, and they have been piled up here for several days. I don’t know if this matter has been resolved now.”

Yun Weixian listened silently without interrupting, and when he took it off, he reached out to take it and opened it.

The task details are very simple, just one line——

Three middle-aged men in Qingtong Village were injured by wild animals in the mountains, and died three hours later.

Now that the person is dead, the task is to find the beast that hurt people. At first glance, it is enough for the government to take action.

But, of course, there are still doubts.

The three were all middle-aged men, so the injuries would definitely be different. Why did they all die after three hours after the treatment failed?

Was it because the doctor was too incompetent, used the wrong medicine, and cured the three of them to death at the same time, or was there something wrong with the injury itself?

Yun Weixian rolled up the scroll and put it in the gourd: "I took it... Which direction is Qingtong Village and how far is it?"

"In Wucheng in the north, it's about a few hundred miles away from here. I'm afraid it will take some time on the road."

"?" Is it another city?

Yun Weixian asked casually: "Are there disciples from Chaotianzong stationed in Wucheng?"

"Yes, there is a relatively simple internal and external affairs hall over there, but the tasks reported will be sent to Los Angeles as soon as possible, and there will be records wherever they are picked up."

This is quite convenient, and it doesn't mean that the disciples over there can only accept the task just because the location is convenient.

But of course it is closer, and the connection is faster.

Sun Feng added: "Since you picked it up here, then you don't need to go out to say hello, just come back and hand in the task when the time comes."

"Understood, thank you."

Yun Weixian accepted the task, quickly registered to go out, received the passing jade pendant, and left in a hurry.

After all, a few hundred miles is indeed a bit far away, and she has to hold on tight so that she can come back within today.

Sun Feng originally planned to get her a map, but when he lowered his head, she disappeared.

But after Yun Weixian flew for a while, he belatedly remembered that Lingxi Mountain, where Guiyuan Temple was located, was in the boundary of Wucheng.

Then, even if the government can't control this matter, it should be to find the Taoist priest of Guiyuan Temple for help.

Why did you report to Chaotianzong?

Could it be that Chaotianzong's number one sect is too famous?

However, Guiyuan Temple was the first sect more than 200 years ago. Even if Daoist Yuding ascended, he should be more famous than Chaotianzong.

She has never experienced many things, nor heard too much, so she really can't understand them.

Yun Weixian shook his head, put down all these thoughts, and concentrated on his way.

After flying for nearly an hour, he finally entered the boundary of Wucheng.

Although she has never been to Qingtong Village, and she has never heard of it before, but holding the mission scroll in her hand, it can be regarded as having a causal relationship with it, and it is not difficult to calculate the approximate location.

What's more, the smell of sycamore wood in this village is quite obvious, and it has a history of 200 years.

Although he thought that it had been a few days since the person had died and was probably buried, Yun Weixian still landed in the village first, wanting to see if he could have an autopsy.

The village is bigger than expected. At a glance, there are probably nearly a hundred families.

Every house is almost built against a sycamore tree, full of vitality, peace and quiet.

In broad daylight, many children ranging from three to four years old to ten years old were playing and chasing outside. When they saw the clouds falling from the sky, they all cheered "the fairy is coming" and rushed forward.

Yun Weixian choked, subconsciously took two steps back.

(End of this chapter)