man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 44 "The Stranger"

"噗~", "噗~", "噗~".

It stands to reason that the cat should have landed silently, but the black cat that came out of the black box was round and fat, and its soft flippers made a crisp sound when it landed.

Mr. Shi's body was lying in the coffin not far away. Feng Bei was about to push the coffin lid with his black silk gloved hands, but was immediately stopped by Yue Yan.

"Wait a minute! I read the autopsy report made by you. This corpse... Yueyan thinks that Master Shangxian is probably better, so it's better not to look at it."

Yueyan pursed her lips, her face was tight, but the slightly twitched corners of her mouth betrayed her—it was very uncomfortable to hold back her laughter.

Feng Bei frowned slightly, and returned a questioning look.

Yueyan turned her head: "Dark eyes."

Feng Bei seemed to understand, but she still took a step back.

Listen to persuasion and be polite, Fengbei has always been like this.

Yueyan pushed Dou Xie forward: "Brother Xie, here, you go."

Dou Xi was taken aback, and stared straight: "Aha? Why me?"

"You are young in generation, small in height, young in age, and small everywhere." Yueyan squinted her eyes, moistened her lips slightly, and pinched her long and narrow fingers with an inch left. After indicating what "small" is, she said with a smile: "It's not you , who else could it be?"

Dou Xie was speechless, and obediently stepped forward to open the coffin.

The moment the coffin was opened, Dou Xie looked at the shriveled old corpse with a black and purple stick stuck between his legs, as if he had been poisoned, he sucked in a breath of corpse breath, and stepped back a few steps.

"Poisoned to death?"

Dou Xie lost his voice, it was clear at a glance.

Shi Wentong's body had been left for several days, and although it had been embalmed, it was much shriveled, except for that place, where he took some kind of medicine, and his eyes were particularly hot.

Dou Xie hid aside and rubbed his eyes, it was so hot.Woohoo, the injured are always newcomers.

The black cat walked to the side of the coffin, squatted on the ground and scratched its ears with its paws, refusing to come forward.

Yueyan looked at it, and laughed angrily: "Are you sitting on the floor with me again?"

The black cat's green eyes looked at Yueyan calmly, and stretched out its chubby cat paws, with the tip of its nose and its fleshy ball facing the sky at the same time.

"Look at you are fat like a pig!" Yueyan felt helpless, took out a small bottle from her bosom, and poured out a dark red pill.

Dou Xie was studying by the side, he covered his arms, this cat food called "Lamp Wick", he also gave out a bottle when he first arrived, it is the unique food of "Soul Chaser Lamp".

Swallowing the wick in one gulp, the cat leaped to do things quickly, climbed to the side of the coffin, and lowered its head to sniff.

After a while, the black cat scratched its ears, yawned lazily, and ran back into the box.

"Meow meow~"

Inside the box, the black cat called twice.

"Okay! Let's go. Brother Xie, go and close Mr. Shi's coffin, don't disturb him."

Yueyan clasped her hands together, bowed across the air, and after a silent expression of "the dead are the greatest", she smiled slightly and carried the box on her back.

"This is the end?"

Dou Xie obediently closed the coffin lid again, and asked in a daze.

"It's over, you'll understand soon."

The three leave the six doors.

Guo Zifei watched the three of them leave, envious of their pomp and demeanor, and secretly vowed in his heart that he would make the god catcher business bigger and stronger, go deeper into the art, and apply again after he was rated as a third-rank thaumaturgy. Transferred to Ye Weiyang.

After a while, Guo Zifei sorted out the files again, and when he saw the "Zheng's beating husband and beating case" piled up on the case, he slapped his thigh suddenly.

No wonder he saw Yueyan at Ye Weiyang so familiar. A few years ago when he was promoted to the number one god catcher in the imperial city, he went to Zheng's cloth shop to order new clothes. At that time, Yueyan was still working as a tailor at Zheng's cloth shop. And it is the best tailor in the imperial city, named Xi'er.

At that time, Guo Zifei took a few extra glances at that Miss Xi'er because she was moist and lively, with a gentle smile.Unexpectedly, a few years later, the number one tailor in the imperial city would become the "Moon Swallow" among the 28 constellations of Ye Weiyang.

It really is three years in Hedong and three years in Hexi, things are different.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

After leaving the yamen, the number of pedestrians on the street increased by a few percent.

Dou Xie was hungry, so he bought a few steamed buns, and went back to the team while eating.

He heard the sound of cat's claws scratching from the box behind Yueyan.

Sometimes scratching this side, sometimes scratching that side.

After a while, Dou Xie suddenly understood that the soul chasing lamp was used in this way.

The cat is in the box, pointing the way by scratching its paw.

Together, the three of them walked through three streets and four alleys under the strange eyes of the common people.

Dou Xie noticed something strange, Feng Bei didn't dare to get close, so he could only sneak up to Yue Yan and asked, "Sister Yue Yan, why doesn't Master Shangxian San not bring a soul-chasing lamp when he is on duty?"

Yueyan rolled her eyes: "Brother Xie, you have already asked."

Dou Xi did not give up, and pointed to the sky again: "Then, that, why, wherever we passed, the ravens avoided it? Didn't I say that the eyes of the ravens can distinguish the thaumaturgy? Before I just When I got a glimpse of the doorway, the ravens circled around me for a long time, every day, every day. Later, I became familiar with them, and finally stopped, and they would not hide away like this like a god of plague. It's evil."

Fengbei followed Yueyan and Douxie, following the guidance of the soul-chasing lamp. At this moment, she paused in her footsteps, but continued walking after a while, her expression not changing.

On the contrary, Yueyan's complexion changed, and she stretched out her five fingers, among which the middle finger was bent towards the palm, as if pulling an invisible silk thread.Suddenly, there was a thin line mark on Dou Xie's neck.

"Hush! Are you trying to die?"

Dou Xie dared not move.

Yueyan loosened her five fingers, and the silk thread marks on Dou Xie's neck disappeared without a trace.

"You must not mention those two words indiscriminately."

"Which two words?" The Douxi boy looked confused, still not knowing the seriousness of the matter.

"Plague or something." Yueyan whispered.

"Hiss..." Dou Xie's back felt cold, and cold sweat broke out.He vaguely realized that he had committed a taboo.

The two walked a few steps faster.

Yueyan lowered her voice and said: "Why do you have so many? Well, after staying in Yeweiyang for a long time, you should know sooner or later, and telling you is not considered a violation. Shangxian San, Lord Fengbei, is very different from me and you. "

Dou Xi wondered, "What's the difference?"

"I, you, or ninety-nine percent of the thaumaturgy masters, all by chance, accidentally glimpsed the mystery, stepped into the doorway, and practiced thaumaturgy." Yueyan's voice was kept to a minimum, and the voice came out without moving her lips: " There are only some people, one hundred thousand, no, not one in a million, or they are said to be blessed by nature, or they are born to be ominous. into the doorway! We call 'them' 'others'! Different from ordinary people, unique 'others'!"

Alien!

Yueyan raised her head and lowered her voice: "Whether it's the raven or the chasing lamp, they both hate 'foreigners' very much, so Master Shangxian San never brings them."

Hearing this, Dou Xie was already dumbfounded.

He knows how difficult it is for ordinary people to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the door.

Take the post of "traveler" in the "middle class" in the city as an example. There are hundreds of runners in the city.But since Ye Weiyang was established more than ten years ago, it can be said that there is no one in a thousand thaumaturges who can really step into the "walking path".

But some people have already stood in a position that others have never been able to reach in their entire lives when they are born?

Seeing Douxi's envious expression, Yueyan was about to reprimand that "foreigner" was not as lucky as you thought.

Feng Bei walked up a few steps, his eyes were calm, and he asked, "What are you talking about?"

Yueyan brushed a strand of drooping hair behind her ears, and said calmly: "Douxie and I are just curious why the high-ranking Lord Shangxian would take the initiative to ask 'Yezhu' for instructions to intervene in these small cases."

Suddenly, Fengbei answered two words concisely: "Curiosity."

"Curious?" Yueyan pursed her lips and smiled, "I don't think so."

Fengbei didn't answer.

Yueyan continued: "Ever since Princess Yurun died in the palace and blood was left on the wall, Lord Shangxian has just applied to participate in the investigation. Yueyan wonders whether Lord Fengbei's move has something to do with the wealthy businessman in the imperial city, Mr. Zheng." .”

Feng Bei raised his eyes, there was no fluctuation in them, and asked Yueyan: "I heard that before you joined Ye Weiyang, you were the tailor of Zheng's Cloth Village."

Yueyan smiled unabated: "Sir Shangxian, there are iron rules in Ye Weiyang. Once you enter Ye Weiyang, you don't ask about your background, you don't ask about your past, you don't leave your surname, only your code name. Ye Weiyang also needs to be written off, so don't mention it again."

"Then you can answer me as 'Yueyan'. What do you think about Zheng Xiu?"

"Back to the top three masters," Yueyan cupped her hands: "Not good, not bad, likable."

Feng Bei nodded, followed the sound of the cat scratching its paws, and walked forward.

The cool voice came back.

Although the voice was indifferent, there was an unquestionable firmness in it.

"Fengbei believes that Zheng's blood is definitely not a villain."

Feng Bei jumped forward quickly, lowered his head and sighed softly.The bundle of hair fluttered like a gun pulled straight behind her.

"...That's all."

(End of this chapter)