Chapter 105: The Three Corpses' Bones (End)

Dongfang Que nodded immediately.

"Xun'er's guess is correct, but Jiang Xing doesn't know much about the other eight people."

Fang Xun sighed immediately. This organization hidden in the dark of Heishuiyuan was still too mysterious. He could only take it one step at a time.

At this time Dongfang Que suddenly said: "Brother Xun, I learned from Zhao Feiyan that Jiang Xing has a list of names, which is in the Jiang Mansion."

After hearing the other party mention Jiang Mansion, Fang Xun suddenly felt murderous in his heart and looked at the ground again.

Then he saw Dongfang Que and Yan Ming had already spread the spoils they had looted from Jiang Xing and Zhao Feiyan all over the ground.

Most of their belongings were destroyed.

Among the remaining small amount, the silver bills, the porcelain bottle of elixir, the weapons and the bronze mask with a green face and fangs were all neatly placed on the ground by Dongfang Que.

Fang Xun directly picked up the bronze ghost mask and put it on his face.

In the dim cave, the green-faced and fanged creature appeared and disappeared in the shadows, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Fang Xun left a word without even turning back and walked straight out of the cave.

"First, we'll kill a small village in the mountains, find a place to rest for a while, and then make plans!"

The sound was hissing and gloomy, like the friction of metal, and extremely harsh.

Dongfang Que and Yan Ming both shuddered unconsciously. They just felt that after Xun Ge's "death" once and rebirth, his whole temperament had a bit more evil and awe-inspiring.

But when they saw Fang Xun was about to walk out of the cave, the two of them quickly picked up the scattered things on the ground, and took Zhao Feiyan, who was no longer in human form, and followed closely.

Time flows like water waves, and before you know it, a day has passed.

In the early morning, a light rain fell in Guangling City. Clear water rippled slightly under the dotted stone bridges, peach blossoms bloomed on the roadside trees, and smoke rose from every household.

This spring rain is not as violent as that in summer, nor as chilling as that in late autumn and winter. The lingering fragrance of peaches and apricots in the city creates a misty Jiangnan scene.

Although the rain was light, it coated the brick and stone bridge with a layer of gray and wetness. It was only after getting off the stone bridge and coming to the end of the mottled bluestone road under the row of eaves of the Jiang Mansion that you could see a few dry spots on the ground.

As the drizzle drifted, a white cloth was seen hanging in front of the Jiang Mansion's door. Everyone at the door was in mourning. From time to time, guests came to pay their respects, adding a layer of sorrow to the fresh spring rain.

The entire Guangling City knows that Lord Jiang of the Six Gates and Mr. Wei, the Iron-Handed Detective, are brothers who have risked their lives together.

Everyone also knows that three days ago, Mr. Wei was killed by the Seven Killing Envoys of the Black Water Abyss.

But his only disciple Fang Xun happened to be busy suppressing bandits in Huilang Mountain and could not come back for a while, so his brother Jiang Bie took charge of the funeral.

In a courtyard deep in the Jiang Mansion, there was a mourning hall with a coffin lying in it. Jiang Bie was crying loudly with a pale face.

"Brother Wei! Didn't we agree to live and die together? Why did you leave me?"

He cried with such sincerity that no one could stop him. Wang Xuanshan, who came to pay his respects, could only pat him on the shoulder and comfort him in a deep voice.

"Old Jiang, the dead cannot be resurrected. I hope you will not be saddened. You are still seriously injured and need to rest. I will take care of this place for the time being."

Lin Zijie on the side also advised: "Yes, yes, I have sent people into the mountains to look for Brother Xun, you should take a rest. If you get sick, I think Brother Wei's spirit in heaven will be sad."

After listening to the two people's consolation, Jiang Bie barely stopped crying and said with a sad face.

"Thank you for your kindness, but since Brother Xun is not here, I will have to preside over Brother Wei's funeral."

The two of them exchanged a few words, paid their respects and burned incense at Wei Lin's funeral hall, then said goodbye and left.

After the two adults left, there was still an endless stream of guests coming to the Jiang Mansion's mourning hall to pay their respects.

From early morning to evening, there are fewer people.

At this time, Wang Xuanshan walked out of the parade ground in the east of the city and headed towards his residence.

But when he returned to the inner city and passed by the Zhao Mansion, he suddenly heard a series of shrill, high-pitched screams coming from inside.

"Hmm? Something happened at the Zhao residence again?"

Wang Xuanshan's eyes focused, and without saying a word he jumped high up, directly flew over the high wall and entered the mansion. The shouts of the servants and maids in his ears suddenly became much clearer.

"Miss Feiyan is crazy!"

"Someone come quickly! Go call the doctor!"

"Ah! The lady is biting Qing girl, separate them quickly!!!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuanshan quickened his pace again and rushed to a courtyard. His pupils shrank suddenly after seeing clearly.

He saw several servants and maids working together to pull a figure's hands and feet away.

Zhao Feiyan's two personal maids were lying on the ground, their faces were covered in blood and one of them even had her throat bitten.

The remaining Qing'er was lucky enough to save her life, but her pretty face looked as if it had been bitten by a dog. Qing'er covered her wound and wailed miserably, rolling on the ground.

"what happened!"

Wang Xuanshan walked quickly to the figure who was being held and struggling madly. When he saw her face clearly, he was shocked again. He saw that her face was covered with blood scars like ravines, but he could still vaguely tell from the intact parts and outline that it was Zhao Feiyan.

At this time, Zhao Feiyan's face was full of blue veins, her eyes were full of green bloodshot, and her lips were full of blood. If you looked closely, you could even see the pieces of meat bitten from the two maids between her teeth!

He is like a devil or a ghost. How can he possess the peerless elegance and grace of the two beauties in Jiangzhou?

Wang Xuanshan felt a sudden chill in his heart when he saw this, and he stood still.

"Who is it? Who caused my niece Feiyan to become like this?!"

Just as he was stunned, Zhao Feiyan suddenly shook violently and broke free from several servants. Her crazy and terrifying face scared the servants and maids so much that they retreated one after another.

She pounced on a servant, knocked him to the ground, and started biting him hard.

"what--"

The shrill screams finally brought Wang Xuanshan back to his senses. He rushed to Zhao Feiyan and pressed a few acupoints, finally calming her down.

Only then did the servants and maids dare to come forward. Wang Xuanshan felt horrified as he looked at Zhao Feiyan, who was in a state of despair rather than death and was extremely crazy.

"The most urgent task is to restore niece Feiyan to normal and find out what happened!"

But he didn't know that Zhao Feiyan was now in the state of the Three Corpses Brain Pill taking effect. The corpse worms had already eaten most of her brain marrow, and she was only a moment away from death.
At the same time, at the Jiang Mansion’s funeral hall.

Jiang Bie had a sad look on his face as he watched guests after them offering sacrifices and burning incense, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.

"It's been five days, why hasn't Xing'er come back yet?"

Suddenly, a sharp sound like metal friction came to my ears.

"Are you missing me?"

Ok? !

Jiang Bie was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked up, and saw a figure passing over the high wall of the yard and rushing towards him like lightning. The speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, the other party was within ten feet of him.

Then a thrilling sword light flashed, making Jiang Bie's soul tremble.

The opponent was too fast. Not only did the rest of the people in the mourning hall fail to react in time, but even Jiang Bie himself had just put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

laugh--

The man came without saying anything and just drew his knife, but Jiang Bie could only see the shadow of the knife!
I don’t know whether it was one knife, ten knives, or even hundreds or thousands of knives. I couldn’t see the blade, only its shadow.

Fast, fast, fast, each cut was incredibly fast. The knife light was flying, and the blade was spinning rapidly. Each cut cut along the muscles of Jiang Bie's hands, feet and arms.

Boning knife - the way the butcher cuts up an ox!
The man's knife moved too quickly, and after he had finished cutting for a moment, a customer finally reacted and screamed in surprise.

"Oh no, someone wants to kill Lord Jiang!"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes turned to Jiang Bie, and they saw a figure in black clothes, with a green face and fangs. When they saw the words "Yu Yue" on the hilt of the bright silver sword in his hand, they were immediately shocked and turned pale.

Everyone was trembling in their hearts, and the timid ones began to turn around.

Suddenly, Jiang Bie's belated scream woke up the stunned crowd.

"Ah! My hand, my hand!"

His right arm, which was about to draw the sword, was completely devoid of flesh and blood. Only a bunch of earthworm-like blood vessels were left stuck on the bloody bones. The blood vessels were expanding and contracting, which was terrifying.

Jiang Bie was terrified and screamed, then wanted to run, but when he moved his right foot he felt a sharp pain again.

With a click, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"My feet!"

I saw that his right foot was like his right arm, with only bones and blood vessels left, without even a trace of flesh. The leg bones broke into pieces with a shake!
The other people in the mourning hall had already been stunned by the strange and sharp knife. After they came to their senses, they turned around and ran away.

Fang Xun, wearing a bronze ghost mask, ignored the people who were fleeing and just slowly walked towards Jiang Bie who was lying on the ground.

"Who are you! You are not my son! Who are you?"

Jiang Bie roared with a pale face, and the next moment a secret message that only he could hear entered his ears.

"Uncle Jiang, we haven't seen each other for just a few days, why are you so upset?
The master is too lonely on the road alone, so you, as a good brother, should go down and accompany him!"

"You are."

Jiang Bie widened his eyes, filled with disbelief, and wanted to call out the other party's name, but immediately there was another flash of a knife.

A large head flew up that day, gushing out a fountain of blood, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Fang Xun took a look at his master's coffin and tablet in the mourning hall, and without lingering for long, he disappeared into the courtyard in a few flashes.

(End of Volume 1)

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