The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

"Oh, please, sir."

Chen Xuan looked at Wu Zuo.

"The body of the Imperial Envoy is also filled with a strange evil force, but it is more like he was hit by some kind of lore, and his human skin was melted off in an instant."

Wu Zuo said.

"What? Melting human skin in an instant, and this kind of unique skill?"

Chen Xuan said strangely.

"I can't be sure whether there is such a secret knowledge, but according to the results of the autopsy, it is very possible, and no Gu insects were found in his body, so it should not be the Southern Border Witch Gu."

Wu Zuo said.

Chen Xuan's heart was throbbing, he nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, are there any other discoveries?"

"It's gone."

"Then you go down."

Wu Zuo bowed again and left the place.

Chen Xuan frowned slightly.

He had now roughly guessed what was going on.

It must be that the former imperial envoy accidentally stumbled upon some secret in the city lord's mansion, and then he was slapped by someone, and the skin all over his body melted away.

At that time, in order to divert attention, someone secretly hid his body in the Yizhuang outside the city.

But the only thing I don't know now is, who is the killer?

And according to the news, when the imperial envoy was discovered, the body was still alive... This is simply weird.

brush!

Suddenly, a dark blue light curtain emerged from Chen Xuan, and he emerged one after another.

Mission: 'Find out the truth about the death of the previous imperial envoy' completed!

The system is being cleared!

The liquidation is complete!

Reward 380 experience points!

Reward 4 lucky points.

Chen Xuan's face was startled, and he was secretly happy.

It was exactly as I guessed.

The first task is completed?

He held back his joy, and suddenly remembered something, and said: "By the way, Captain Liang, who was the first person to find the body of the imperial envoy?"

"It's really hard to say. There was a lot of trouble at the time, and the whole city knew about it. About a dozen people came to report to the officials. It's really hard to say who was the first to know."

Captain Liang shook his head quickly.

"Is there anyone living in the Yizhuang outside the city?"

"It was there a few years ago, but it gradually disappeared. My lord, it's almost noon. Why don't we find a place to sit down and have a drink or two, and let the subordinates report back slowly."

Captain Liang said quickly.

"Alright!"

Chen Xuan nodded.

He was about to ask Captain Liang to find out more.

The two left the Yamen one after the other.

Detective Liang was preparing words in his mind, planning what kind of reasons he would use later to persuade the little catcher Zhao to retreat. He didn't want to see this young catcher with a bright future die in a daze. this.

After walking for a while, the long street ahead suddenly became crowded, and the crowd was surging, as if they were watching something.

Detective Liang was taken aback, pulled someone along and asked, "What happened in front?"

"The 41st-ranked 'Little God of Wudang' Mo Qingshan fought against Wang Qiuyi, the owner of the Shaozhuang Mountain in the Eighteen Pan Mountains in Miaojiang. It was a shocking battle that should not be missed."

The man said excitedly.

"What? The master of the list and the young master Wang?"

Captain Liang also had a happy expression on his face, and couldn't help looking at it on tiptoe, but suddenly he turned his head and smiled and said, "Captain Zhao, that Wang Qiuyi is the young master of Shibapan Mountain in southern Xinjiang. His strength is unfathomable. The title of the number one master, but it has been rarely shot, and Mo Qingshan is even more incredible, he is the direct disciple of the Zhenwu School of Wudang Mountain today, he left the mountain a month ago, and has climbed to the 41st place just after his debut. Good righteousness, chivalry in mind, the future is limitless."

"True martial art."

The smile on Chen Xuan's face remained undiminished, and he stepped on his feet and looked forward.

"By the way, the young master of the Eighteen Pan Mountains is surnamed Wang?"

Chen Xuan asked suddenly.

"Yes, although he is from southern Xinjiang, since his grandfather's generation, his family has done business with Dagan, learned official dialect, and practiced official etiquette. He is no different from Dagan."

Liang Tutou smiled and said, "Why don't we go closer and take a look first. It is a blessing in life to be able to watch the battle of top players on the list, and it will be of great benefit to my own martial arts path."

"Alright."

Chen Xuan smiled.

The two squeezed through the crowd and walked forward.

The rivers and lakes who were watching saw someone crowding in and wanted to get angry, but when they suddenly saw someone from the Gong family, they grumbled and reluctantly gave way.

"Damn it, the yamen is amazing? Be careful to die in the past."

Someone cursed in a low voice.

Chen Xuan smiled and ignored it.

Foremost.

In front of the door of a three-storey restaurant, two slender figures were fighting fiercely. One was wearing a high crown, wearing a feather coat, with a handsome face, holding a gleaming white autumn sword, and the other was wearing a brocade robe, waist He wears a jade belt, his hair is tied up high, and he has a handsome appearance. He greets him with a long knife shining red.