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Chapter 883 Midnight autopsy, Yan Ziming's cause of death!
After getting closer, he saw that Baili Wuji's face looked like it had rained, covered in cold sweat, and his lips turned a little pale.

"Your spiritual energy is seriously depleted. There are too many people this time, and some of them are not easy to control."

Jiang Yuxi frowned, and took out a porcelain bottle from the interspatial ring and handed it to him, "I gave all the sixth-grade mysterious spirit pills to Little Butterfly, and here are only some fourth-grade mysterious spirit pills, which can at least replenish your aura. .”

Baili Wuji raised his eyebrows, with a bright smile on his lips, he took the small porcelain bottle she handed over with his eyes shining, squeezed it tightly, and didn't eat it right away.

"Among them, there are indeed people with stronger minds. It's a bit difficult, but it doesn't matter, I'm fine!"

He smiled handsomely, pointed to the mourning hall and said, "Go and check it out, it won't last long, half an hour at most."

"okay, I get it!"

Jiang Yuxi knew the preciousness of time, so she hurried in, feeling a little gloomy inside, the candles flickering in the cold wind, looking gloomy and scary.

"Xiaoyu, the body is inside."

Yu Wenyou had already walked to the side of the coffin and removed the nearby obstacles without a trace of fear on his face.

"However, after being dead for a day, the body is still fresh, and some clues should be found, unless someone wiped it out in advance."

Jiang Yuxi leaned over and looked into the coffin. The life that was still alive a few days ago was lying in it silently. There were still bruises on the once handsome face, and the pale face seemed to be painted. One hundred catties of flour, a bit scary white, with slightly parted lips, containing rice grains.

"How? See what's coming?"

Baili Wuji, who was watching the wind at the door, turned his head to look at them and asked.

"I want to see the remaining scars on his body."

Without batting an eye, Jiang Yuxi went straight to her hands and peeled off the clothes he was wearing, exposing his stiff and cold chest.

"Do you still want to do this?"

Baili Wuji frowned lightly, and muttered in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Yuxi ignored him, took out the silver needle from the interspatial ring, and stuck it directly on his chest. The silver needle didn't turn black, and her brows frowned even tighter.

"Xiaoyu, is it difficult?"

Looking at it for a while, seeing that the time was about to run out, Yu Wenyou couldn't help asking.

"The scars on my body are all from the game. Eighteen ribs are indeed broken. The internal injuries are not serious. Now I have no pulse, and I can't see it, unless..."

She hesitated.

"Unless what?"

"Unless the autopsy examines the internal organs of his body, it can be asserted!"

Jiang Yuxi spoke coolly, and as soon as the words fell, a gust of cold wind blew in, making their scalps numb.

"This is absolutely impossible. Not only is there not enough time, but if the corpse is mutilated, they will definitely find it."

Baili Wuji sternly rejected her statement.

"I know, that's why I won't do this, don't worry!"

Jiang Yuxi pulled out the silver needle and sighed softly. After gathering his clothes, she was about to stand up straight, but her feet were numb, and she fell into the coffin. When he got to Yan Ziming's body, Yu Wenyou held him dangerously.

"Xiaoyu, be careful!"

Yu Wenyou was taken aback, and grabbed her arm, preventing her from falling completely.

Jiang Yuxi's eyes were facing the dead face. Although there was no rotten smell, it made her feel very uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)