Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 98 The Truth About Death
Inside the Imperial Guard camp, Han Fei and Lu Xiaofeng were troubled.

Just now, they have recruited many seasoned and experienced officers, as well as some people who are proficient in medical skills.

But after some inspection, no one felt that there was anything wrong with the corpse.

Their judgments are also the same as those of the previous autopsy.

It made both of them think that there was something wrong with their investigation results.

At this moment, a guard walked in.

"Han Daxia, Lu Daxia, there is an old man outside the palace who wants to see you, and he said he can help you with the autopsy."

"Oh?" The two looked at each other.

People who can say such things are not fools, but people with real skills.

And they are more inclined to the latter. After all, this is the palace, and there is a price to pay for talking nonsense.

"Please come in."

Han Fei didn't hesitate too much, and now he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

After a while, the guards brought in an old man with disheveled hair and unkempt appearance.

Seeing this outfit, Han Fei's eyes lit up.

This is the standard suit of an expert, this kind of tattered old man who looks like a beggar.

Often they are peerless masters, like Hong Qigong of the Beggar Gang, or the old man who sells cheat books in kung fu.

And although Lu Xiaofeng didn't understand these things, he also didn't judge people by their appearance.

Instead, he asked politely: "Old man, are you the one who said you could do the autopsy for us?"

The old man chuckled, picked up a wine gourd by his waist and took a big gulp.

Afterwards, he said slowly, "That's right, my name is Song Yi, the old man. I am Song Ci's 13th generation grandson, and I am proficient in autopsy methods."

Oh hoo, this name is not small.

Song Ci's can be said to be famous.

The Collection of Washing Injustice written by him is known as the earliest forensic work in the world.

In modern times, he is known as the originator of the world's forensic medicine.

If this old man is really a descendant of Song Ci, if he has learned the secret records of family biography, he can definitely be said to be proficient in the method of autopsy.

At this time, Lu Xiaofeng said: "In this case, let the old man show his skills."

He is very urgent now. After all, it involves rebellion, so every second counts.

In this regard, old man Song shook his head: "I can't make a move yet, I still have one condition."

"What conditions?" Han Fei asked.

Old man Song walked up to Han Fei, pointed at his face and said, "I want you!"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Xiaofeng had a strange expression on his face.

And Han Fei's face darkened even more, and his right hand secretly gathered energy, preparing to send this old man to Lord Hades for a walk.

Seemingly aware that the atmosphere was not right, old man Song said quickly: "I want you to help me kill someone."

"Huh~" Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

He squeezed out a stiff smile and said, "Old man, don't pant next time you speak, it will kill you."

"Blame me, blame me."

Old man Song wiped the cold sweat off his brow, he really thought he was going to die just now.

Although he is not afraid of death when he is old, but there are some things that have not been done, and he is not willing to die.

"Tell me, who do you want to kill?" Han Fei asked.

Then he added: "Although I need your help, I won't kill good people, you understand."

"Nice guy?! Hahahaha!"

Old man Song laughed immediately, and his originally kind expression immediately turned ferocious.

He gritted his teeth and said: "If this person is considered a good person, there will be no bad people in the world."

"In that case, then you continue to talk."

Immediately afterwards, the old man told his story to the two.

A very old-fashioned, but extremely realistic story.

Although the old man is a descendant of Song Ci, his family has long since fallen, and his life is miserable.

But what makes him proud is that he has a sensible, obedient, smart and lively daughter.

But one day, something bad happened suddenly.

When his father and daughter were selling vegetables on the street, a wealthy man in brocade clothes fell in love with his daughter.

Of course they refused, but the rich man actually planned to rob him by force.

During the dispute between the two parties, his daughter bit the rich man.

Unexpectedly, he was beaten violently by this man.

Those people are all people with martial arts skills. This person is tall and strong, with a strong body.

After a violent beating, he actually beat his daughter to death.

Speaking of this, old man Song burst into tears.

He cried and said: "I don't hate those who stand by and watch. After all, they are just ordinary people with their own families. They can't afford to offend these warriors."

"I don't hate these bad times, after all, everyone has their own difficulties."

"What I hate is the rich man who regards the king's law as nothing and treats human life like nothing."

"What I hate are those arrogant warriors who work for tigers and put down ruthless hands."

"So...so..."

Old man Song suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Han Fei.

"So I hope that you can kill them for me to comfort my daughter's spirit in heaven."

His voice was sad, and the expression on his face was very complicated, including pain, powerlessness, anger, resentment and self-blame.

For the first time, Han Fei knew that so many things could appear on a person's face at the same time.

"I promise you."

To old man Song, this voice seemed like the sound of heaven.

He wanted to take revenge countless times, but finally stopped.

He is an old man with one and a half feet on the grave, and he is no match for the group of martial arts masters.

I was already desperate, but I didn't expect the sky to turn around.

He found out that Han Fei was looking for an autopsy recently, and this was his forte.

At the same time, he also knew that Han Fei's martial arts were extremely high, and if he was willing to take action, the gang of thieves would definitely be unable to escape.

"Good good!"

Hearing Han Fei's reply, old man Song turned from crying to laughing: "I'll do the autopsy for you right now."

Han Fei was stunned: "Old man, shouldn't I do it first? Aren't you afraid that I will go back on my word?"

"I believe you!"

One sentence is worth a thousand words.

Han Fei smiled, it felt so good to be trusted.

Afterwards, old man Song took out the cloth bag that he carried with him.

There are many small tools, knives, small hammers, small awls and the like.

He picked up a small knife and dissected the corpse.

For the previous crimes, some other methods were used to conduct autopsies.

Such as seeing, touching, or passing the real strength test.

After all, it was in ancient times, where the dead were the most important.

It can be said that it is disrespectful to the dead to dissect the corpse.

However, old man Song didn't have such worries. His Song family has always done this after so many years of inheritance.

Old man Song was very serious, as if he couldn't see anything other than the corpse in front of him.

His hands were extremely steady and precise, without any unnecessary movements.

Han Fei even felt that if he wanted to practice swords, he might also become a strong swordsman.

This autopsy lasted for a long time, and old man Song didn't put down the tools in his hand until the sun was setting.

Han Fei quickly asked, "What's the matter?"

Old man Song's face was solemn, and he said, "There are problems with both of these corpses."

"First of all, there is this body that fell to death. His meridians are long and thin, but they have shrunk severely."

"What do you mean?" Although the two of them are martial arts masters, they still don't quite understand this aspect.

Old man Song said again: "I mean, the Qi in his body was drained before he died, so the meridians are so shrunken."

"So it is!" Han Fei suddenly realized.

No wonder this "White Dragon in the Cloud" with excellent lightness skills fell to his death in such a short place.

It turned out that before he died, he was already a useless person!

　There is righteousness in heaven and earth, and manifolds are mixed.

　　Righteousness and grandeur, chivalry will last forever.

　　I wanted to write something funny,

　　I don't know how to write this above.

　　may be because.

　　The author is still young and doesn't know much about this society.

　　What can't be done in society, can be done in novels.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)