The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 22 Autopsy

Chapter 22 Autopsy
After listening to this, Bai Wenning remained silent.

“Many martial arts schools in Chaolan County know the art of grappling, but only a few are proficient in it.

The most famous ones are the iron gate skills and killing stick of the yamen.

Control the enemy, lock the fierceness, smash the head and poke the belly.

Specially used to deal with unruly warriors.

Many warriors who do not know the rules and use their weapons violently have been defeated by these two skills.

As for hard Qigong, the more famous ones in Chaolan County are the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover from the Menghu Martial Arts School and the Bronze Statue Qigong from the Qianjun Martial Arts School.

The Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Cover relies mainly on a strong physique and long-lasting breath.

As long as you practice to a certain level, the skills will run on their own, your breathing will not stop, and the golden bell will not stop.

It is equivalent to wearing a layer of armor at all times, but the disadvantage is that it does not cause enough damage.

Bronze Statue Skill, the killing power and the lasting strength, can increase one's own strength and can last for a long time.

One must activate the technique to change one's physique in a short period of time, giving oneself the power to break rocks and iron.

However, neither of these two skills can burn the corpse.

It can increase one's own strength and cause burning. Among the hard qigong, the only one that can do this is the Di family's Blazing Iron Hand. "

Hearing this, Bai Wenning's face became more and more surprised.

"Then what Chang Ren has on him is the Hua family's Yama Needle?"

Bai Yunguang let out a long sigh.

“Even you who don’t practice martial arts think it was the Hua family’s doing, let alone others.

What I just said was what the coroner said after the autopsy."

"But Dad, what does this have to do with me?"

Bai Wen Ning raised a question.

“That’s because recently, only you and Hua Bo, as well as Di Ming and Chang Ren, have had conflicts.

You even publicly threatened to teach Chang Renzai a lesson, and now he is really dead.

The only evidence points to you three.

How come you don't let me worry?
Ning'er, tell me the truth, did you kill Chang Renzai?"

"I didn't!" Bai Wen Ning said firmly.

“Then tell me, where were you on the night Chang Ren died?
When I came back, the servants told me that you were not in the mansion."

Faced with his father's questioning, Bai Wenning hesitated.

She shook her head. "I'm free to go wherever I want, but I promise it has nothing to do with Chang Renzai's affairs."

Bai Yunguang immediately looked displeased.

It's already this late and you're still acting like a spoiled brat.

"I don't have time to tell you a joke, so just tell me where the hell you were that night?!"

"I...anyway, I didn't kill Chang Renzai!"

Bai Wen Ning bit her lip and spoke in a low voice.

Bai Yunguang stopped asking questions and turned to shout outside the house:

"Butler Wang, come in."

Butler Wang quickly opened the door and walked over to him.

"Send the young lady back to her room. From today on, she cannot step out of the house without my order.

In addition, all the lady's personal maids were replaced.

If they fail to take good care of it, they will all be killed."

"Dad, you can't..."

Before Bai Wenning could finish his words, Bai Yunguang had already left in a huff.

Only Butler Wang was left standing beside her, smiling.

"Miss, you heard me. Please don't make things difficult for us servants."

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Yamen, wing rooms.

The old coroner sat at the table, staring at the candlelight, holding his forehead and sighing.

The flickering candlelight seemed like the burning fire in his chest.

It continued to burn his heart.

As he watched, he rubbed his eyes.

Why does this burning candle wick look so much like a swaying human figure?

"Old man?"

"Who?"

The old coroner suddenly stood up and looked around.

With a creak, the bailiff in charge of the old coroner pushed open the door.

"What's up?"

The old coroner shook his head.

Wait until the bailiff closes the door.

He heard the voice again.

The voice was indistinguishable between male and female, very small but very clear to his ears.

"Look here, old man."

The old coroner looked in the direction of the sound.

The candle wick actually turned into a little man.

The little man emitting candlelight jumps from the top of the candle to the edge of the candlestick.

"Yes, I'm calling you." The old coroner approached the candlestick with his eyes wide open.

"Look what this is?"

The wick man slapped the wax mud flowing down the candle with both hands.

In an instant, the wax clay squirmed and turned into a thumb-sized rag doll.

The old coroner recognized at a glance that this rag doll was his granddaughter's favorite toy.

"You know why I'm here."

The old coroner was in tears, nodded vigorously and roared softly.

"But if I tell him, the sheriff will kill my whole family!!!"

The candlewick man shook the rag doll in his hand.

"Don't worry, my client asked me to tell you.

As long as you tell me, your family will be safe.

I can’t say I will be rich and prosperous in the second half of my life, but at least I will have enough food and clothing.”

The old coroner clenched his fists and looked at the rag doll without saying a word.

"Think about it carefully, will the county governor let you go?

You will die whether you say it or not.

It is better to speak out and exchange some money for your family."

Huh, the old coroner let out a long sigh.

"I said, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" "Kill my son."

The wick man was a little overwhelmed.

He has seen many cases of sons wanting to kill their fathers, but this is the first time that a father wants to kill his son.

“He’s a gambler, and having money hurts him, not helps him.

Only if he dies can my granddaughter and her mother live in peace."

The candle wick nodded.

"Iron gate, killing stick, blazing iron hand, Hades needle."

The moment these twelve words came out of his mouth, the old coroner seemed to have vomited out all his energy.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the candlewick man handed over the doll.

"This pill is a gift from me. Take it and you won't feel any pain."

The old man, holding the doll in his palm and cradling it in his arms, looked up.

The candle wick figure disappeared, replaced by a candle that was about to burn out, and a thumb-sized black pill next to the candlestick.
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"Did the coroner really say that?"

Chang Anhe's face flickered due to the flickering candlelight beside the table.

It looks like an expressionless stone statue.

The candle wick figure standing next to him.

“He just said these twelve words.”

Zhao Nian stood on the left side of Chang Anhe, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He never expected that the autopsy would involve the county magistrate, the Hua family, and the Di family.

"Okay, go ahead."

Wait until the wick man turns back into a wick.

Chang Anhe looked at Zhao Nian.

"Do you think it's true or false?"

Zhao Nian thought for a moment and said, "It's really too much."