The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 28 Murderer, National Teacher? (Seek to follow up)
puff.

Han Hu's body fell to the ground, and his life was cut off. Several gang members in the hall were also killed by the servant. The servant came over and said worriedly:
"Master, over there, the sword bearer..."

Han Bachi sighed deeply:
"I now understand why the lord purposely put a burden on his back before he left, presumably to lure the snake out of the hole. Although Han Hu died, my guilt has not been cleared. After this matter is finished, it is time to take the blame and resign when.

"As for now..."

The old man said: "It is the first priority to do things for the sword bearer wholeheartedly."

The servant was speechless, and thought for a while: "The subordinates reported that there has been movement nearby, and it may be difficult to completely eliminate the impact."

Han Bachi waved his hands, thought for a moment, and ordered:

"Pass down the order to immediately cut off all connections between Han Hu and the others and us, you know what to do, don't cause trouble for that lord.

"At the same time, start the plan, Shendu Darknet will sink further into the ground, contact Anzi, collect relevant information, so as to make amends."

"Yes!"

……

A little earlier, Dashiqiaotou.

The food stall was filled with heat, which made people very appetizing. The little girl was squatting sullenly, when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching, she raised her head, and her pretty face froze for a moment, a little pleasantly surprised:
"guest……"

Ji Pingan smiled slightly, and said softly: "I want a roll of spring pancakes, and two dumplings."

"okay!"

The old man next to him regained his senses. Although he was surprised that the other party was safe and sound, he still spread out the dough familiarly and rolled it with various shredded vegetables... Then he opened the drawer and took out a green group called "Dongting Ping" that radiated the fragrance of oranges.

After paying, Ji Pingan thanked with a smile, held an umbrella in one hand, and left slowly with a paper bag in the other.

The sky and the earth are misty and misty, and walking on the bridge is like stepping into a fairyland.

After the person disappeared, the little girl came back to her senses and said, "What a strange guest."

But if you ask what's wrong, you can't tell, just feel different.

The old man frowned into Sichuan characters, and cast his gaze to the alley in the distance, wondering if he had guessed wrong.

But immediately, a piercing scream tore through the rain curtain, and an aunt with a vegetable basket ran out with a pale face, screaming:

"He's dead, report to the officer!"

The sound immediately attracted the attention of a group of nearby inspectors. Soon, the entire alley was blocked, attracting the attention of many people.

After a while, the Jingzhao Mansion's policemen came rushing in with sabers on their waists.

The leader is the chief arrester of the government office. If it is an ordinary murder case, he will not be alarmed, but this time the case is serious, so this person is invited to act.

"My lord, the scene is inside." The inspector in charge of the blockade pointed to the front.

The chief catcher, with a square face and thick eyebrows, approached slowly at this time, although he was prepared in his heart, but after seeing the scene clearly, he still inhaled lightly:

One after another, the corpses were lying on the ground, still maintaining a culling posture, but the head had been separated from the body, and the eyes were wide open, as if they still hadn't realized what happened.

"Has the identity of the deceased been investigated?" asked the chief arrester.

The inspector shook his head: "I haven't had time yet, but some brothers recognized the leader as the Red Sticks of the city gang. In addition... people at the nearby bridgehead witnessed it, saying that these people seemed to have followed a young man at that time."

The chief catcher frowned, walked slowly to the corpse, squatted down to observe, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

Those fractures are as smooth as a mirror, beyond the reach of ordinary weapons.

Combined with the traces of the scene, he used his experience to restore the scene in his mind:

A group of warriors rushed into the alley, but stopped abruptly, confronting a blurry figure in front of them, and then made a bold move, but they couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes, and at the same time, they were enraged.

"hiss……"

The chief arrester was a little gritty, knowing that this case was not something he could handle, so he said:
"Come here, go and inform the governor of the situation here, and say that it involves a fight between practitioners, please inform the Taoist gate and send someone to deal with it."

After a pause, he added: "At the same time, go find the gangs these people belong to and order them to cooperate with the investigation."

In Shendu City, the inspectors and yamen servants are more or less related to gangs, so don't worry about missing them.

A police officer led the order to go, and the rest waited in place.

About an hour later, a young man wearing a Taoist robe embroidered with cloud patterns arrived, raised his eyes to look at the chief arrester, and asked nonsense, "Where is the corpse?"

The officials rushed out of the way and let the Taoist sent by the state religion enter.

According to the rules, when a case involves a monk, the government will handle it on its own, and if it is serious, it must ask the "professionals" of the state religion to take action.

The young Taoist narrowed his eyes and glanced at the corpse, and after listening to the description of the chief catcher next to him, he said calmly:

"It doesn't matter. The death did not exceed six hours. You can use the technique to ask the spirit, spy on the memory of the deceased before death, and you can lock the murderer."

The tone was arrogant, as if in his opinion, the case could be easily solved.

The head catcher was envious, he was used to the latter's arrogance, and the state religion guys used to look at people with their nostrils, but their essence was not bad, so he immediately said, "I'm sorry to bother you, Daoist."

The young man said "En", and the spiritual essence in his body flowed into his eyes. In an instant, the whites of the eyes and pupils were covered with a layer of pure black.

He raised his right hand and scratched at the leader's corpse.

Immediately, a soul body full of cracks floated out with a sluggish expression, and was sucked into the latter's pupils.

……

"kill!"

The young Taoist was in a trance, and the sound of countless fights echoed in his ears, as if he was in a battlefield.

He froze for a moment, not understanding why this happened.

Shouldn't it be reading the memory 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 and burning flames at his feet. He is wearing leather armor and dressed as a soldier. Looking around, the city is full of fighting and fighting.

"The battlefield?" He was stunned for a moment, but before he recovered, he was suddenly pushed by a big hand behind him: "Run! Run!"

why?
He turned around in doubt, only to see countless comrades fleeing in horror, and under the dark clouds in the distance, there was a thunderous gray sword shadow.

"Pfft!" In the next second, he was pierced between his eyebrows, and his vision went dark, which meant death.

But in a blink of an eye, he opened his eyes again, and found that he was possessed by another fleeing soldier. While running wildly, a sword shadow pierced through his back. His body rose into the air as if hit by a locomotive, and then fell down heavily.

Next, is the third time, the fourth time...

He kept possessing soldiers one by one, and was beheaded again and again.

At every moment of death, intense fear and pain flood into consciousness—this is the price of "asking the spirit".

Originally, with his cultivation base, the impact was not great, but when hundreds of thousands of deaths accumulated, it immediately caused his soul to suffer tearing pain, and fear engulfed his heart, but it could not end.

Just when his sanity was about to collapse, he "opened his eyes". This time... the scene in front of him was no longer a battlefield, but a military tent.

He heard "myself" say: "I thought it was some kind of powerful character, but it turned out to be a shrinking 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 opened his eyes suddenly, his face was pale, blood spewed out with a "poof", fell on his head, and was severely injured.

The surrounding officials turned pale with fright, not knowing what happened.

The chief catcher was quick-eyed, stepped forward to support him, and said anxiously, "Taoist? Daoist?"

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

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