deceitful cultivator

Chapter 11 The Headless Case

Ren Qing let out a long breath, then closed the "Caotang Travel Notes", leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and meditated.

He suddenly realized that the one-year lifespan consumed by the human skin book was actually not an expensive price.

You must know that the strange things in the prison can form a restricted area, which means that you were definitely not in the realm of a warrior before you were alive, and you have already given birth to spiritual wisdom.

Even if it is the same strange thing produced by the human skin book, as the realm rises, the essence is already very different.

Maybe he is the only one in the world who can master spells with strange objects above the martial arts level.

Fortunately, Song Zongwu didn't notice it.

It's a pity that the higher the level of the strange object, the more exaggerated the life energy Ren Qing needs to consume if he wants to use it to master the spell.

Ren Qing was about to walk out of the Wulou, when he suddenly heard an uncontrollable cough.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old policeman came out from the back room. He looked to be seven or eighty years old, and he had to rely on crutches to walk.

"The Wulou will be closed soon, you can come back tomorrow."

"Thank you for reminding me, old man."

Ren Qing nodded, and put "Caotang Travel Notes" back on the bookshelf.

He didn't plan to come again, anyway, the remaining martial arts cheats were useless to him.

As long as he can successfully advance to the semi-corpse state and his eyes are transformed into double pupils, no matter how exquisite his skills are, he may be able to see through them easily.

After the old catcher noticed "Caotang Travel Notes", he said abruptly: "I want to ask, is he okay?"

Ren Qing didn't open his mouth to answer, but listened to the old policeman say to himself: "Ahem, Song Zongwu, is he okay?"

Ren Qing didn't know how to describe it, so he had to say perfunctorily: "It's pretty good, um...the body is very strong."

The old catcher quickly said with a smile: "So that's the case, then I can rest assured."

After Ren Qing left, the old policeman's kind expression suddenly became extremely distorted, and he closed the door weakly.

The coughing intensified.

Ren Qing took a deep look at Wulou, the old policeman must have nothing to do with Song Zong, and the appearance of the two is somewhat similar.

Could it be a brother?
Ren Qing has no plans to delve into it, so he might as well find out more about the human skin.

He recovered from the state of concentration, and only then remembered that he hadn't eaten today and his stomach was already rumbling, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

When I got back to the Huogong Hall, I saw green smoke crackling from the stove, apparently there were corpses burning in it.

However, before Ren Qing left, he had already learned from Xiaowu that the corpses came from fishermen who drowned in the suburbs of the city.

Because the corpse had been soaked in water for several days, it was not easy to incinerate, and the time needed was at least doubled.

Ren Qing walked into the courtyard and found some steamed buns and side dishes on the stone table.

The food was provided by the yamen, which was strange to say, there were not many fertile fields outside the city, but the granaries inside the city were already full.

He ate and walked towards the stove.

Ren Qing soon found Xiao Wu and the others, including a familiar figure, but he was silent and did not speak.

"Bofeng?"

Ren Qing couldn't help being surprised.

Bofeng has changed a lot, showing decadence all over his body, not only his original black hair has turned into silver white, but also his face is covered with gullies and clusters of wrinkles.

Bofeng looked up at Ren Qing, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Ren, I will be working as an errand in Tanjie from now on, so don't dislike me."

Ren Qing couldn't help asking: "Could it be that the servants under his command blame you, but what does the death or injury in the prison have to do with you?"

Li Mian explained: "Bofeng transferred here on his own initiative, we just found out."

Xiao Wu nodded, obviously very interested in why Bo Feng came here.

Bofeng sighed: "There are only seven yamen servants in the street, and four of them died in prison. I know all their families..."

Having said that, he covered his head in pain.

Bofeng didn't want to be the supervisor of the pyrotechnics anymore, so he took the initiative to transfer Tanjie. Of course, it was also related to Ren Qing, whose performance in the prison was indeed obvious to all.

Ren Qing patted Bofeng on the shoulder and agreed without hesitation.

The main thing is that there are too few people on the street, and if you really want to get busy, it may affect your own cultivation. Secondly, with Bofeng in charge, Ren Qing can be at ease as the shopkeeper.

Bofeng's mood gradually recovered, and his expression was relieved.

A few people chatted about steamed buns and side dishes, and they got closer.

When Bofeng mentioned that the street under his original jurisdiction was located in the east of the western district, Ren Qing couldn't help asking about the situation of beheaded dead bodies in the eastern district.

"You're talking about the no-one case, right now, it's mainly concentrated in the Southern District, and I don't know what the murderer's purpose is behind it..."

Li Mian frowned and asked, "The death of so many people is probably related to some forces."

Bofeng shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it. I've seen some of the corpses. The incisions on the necks are exactly the same. It can be seen that it should be from one person."

Xiao Wu curled up, and asked with a little fear: "The city will be closed after the dead. Has the murderer been found yet?"

Bofeng couldn't help looking around, and then whispered softly: "The incision on the neck is too flat, it doesn't look like a sharp weapon at all, but it looks like the head ran away with its own legs."

Xiao Wu's teeth started to chatter: "Don't... don't... scare me."

Ren Qing said in relief: "The yamen must have taken corresponding measures. Besides, there is no such thing as an airtight ship. If you continue to commit crimes, you will inevitably show your flaws."

"Indeed, I feel that there have been fewer head-cutting cases recently."

"Brother Uncle, pay more attention to the Lower West Side, and let me know if there are headless corpses."

"No problem, I know quite a few arresters in the Yamen."

Bofeng repeatedly agreed, and the benefits of having a veteran government servant have been revealed, at least in terms of connections, Ren Qing is far behind.

"I'm going to bed first, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning if I have anything to say."

Ren Qing got up and walked towards the wing room, and swallowed a pig's eye without changing his expression.

Bofeng happened to see it, and his expression became incredulous: "What did the messenger just eat? Why does it look like raw meat?"

Li Heng said with no surprise: "It's actually a relatively fresh pig's eye. After removing the blood, there is no fishy smell at all, and there is a bit of sweetness in the mouth."

The rest of the people had strange faces, and Li Heng said with a flushed face, "I see that the policeman eats it every day, so I was just curious for a while."

Xiao Wu said contemptuously: "Brother Qing has bad eyesight, the doctor said to eat it to supplement his shape."

Li Heng still wanted to explain, but even his brother Li Mian's eyes were a little strange, and he couldn't help crying.

As for why Ren Qing intentionally or unintentionally showed his poor eyesight, it was actually because after he was promoted to the Half Corpse Realm, he would inevitably have to cover up his double pupils.

He didn't have a good way to do this, but he didn't want to join the jailer too early, at least he had to be strong enough to protect himself.

Compared with occasionally encountering dangerous firework, the risk that the jailer needs to take is too great.

Ren Qing even suspected that there should be quite a few restricted areas outside the city.

Those Hexing Street pyrotechnic workers who were transferred from Sanxiang City said that some village had a plague, but in fact it was probably related to the restricted area, and I'm afraid it was more ominous than good.

(End of this chapter)