The interstellar life of a cultivator

Just after school, Shiran received a message from Zhang Duanjun asking him to go to the police station. Shiran went there immediately after receiving the news.

When he arrived at the police station, he was taken into the information room by Zhang Duanjun. He Biyu was looking through the information when Jane came. He raised his head and said, "I found some clues."

"What clues?" Si Ran sat down opposite He Biyu, minding his own business, and said coldly: "Is there any connection between Zhuo Yue and the deceased this morning?"

He Biyu shook his head, "No, these two deceased people have no contact at all. They didn't know each other before they were alive, and they didn't even have contact with their parents."

"However, we also got a more useful clue." He said.

Shiran has calmed down, as if nothing can arouse his curiosity. Instead, he looks at you quietly and calmly, and then quietly says: "What clue?"

Zhang Duanjun sat next to He Biyu, "We have received news from other urban areas. Similar murders have occurred in many urban areas before. Their wrists were torn off and they died of excessive bleeding. A total of two hundred people died in the eight urban areas. Forty-six people, and their cases were all dead, and the murderer seemed to have disappeared. No clues could be found. In order to prevent the citizens from panic, the empire suppressed all the incidents, so they were not spread on the Star Network. ”

After listening to Zhang Duanjun's words, Shi Ran was silent for a while. Although he is now at the Golden Core stage.

However, because he has not practiced for a long time, he has no practical experience, and because the time is too short, he has not fully understood the knowledge of the world of cultivation, such as ghost cultivation, fortune telling, etc., he has not covered much yet.

He really couldn't think of a way for a while, "I will find a way to find the ghost as soon as possible."

"Don't be too stressed." He Biyu knew that Shi Ran had just learned from Yun Jingzhi, so he might not be as good as himself. He really didn't know where Yun Jingzhi was at this critical moment.

"Are there any other clues?" Shi Ran asked.

Zhang Duanjun moved the optical brain in front of him, "Yes, we found a video of the deceased's murder on the surveillance camera in the deceased's room. The deceased's name is Guo Xinxin, an employee of a company, 28 years old."

As Zhang Duanjun's voice stopped, the video started playing.

Looking at the video, Guo Xinxin seemed to be woken up by something in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes and looked at the end of the bed, but as if he saw something scary, his eyes began to widen. He tried to make a sound, but his throat couldn't. sound.

Then, Guo Xinxin seemed to be lifted up from the bed by someone's collar. Guo Xinxin began to scream, "You, you, what are you, ah, let me go...ahhhh!"

Before he finished speaking, Guo Xinxin's wrist was cut off and pulled off. Guo Xinxin was the only one in the video from beginning to end, but he acted like there was another person hidden in the video.

For example, his hand was broken out of thin air, but it can be seen from the video that it was not broken by someone, even though the second person was not visible.

Then Guo Xinxin started screaming and begging for mercy. His hand was being pulled automatically and was finally torn off. Guo Xinxin also fainted from the pain. When the police found him, he was already dead.

After the video was played, Zhang Duanjun got goosebumps every time he watched the video. After all, everything that happened in the video was only Guo Xinxin from the beginning to the end.

Shiran stared at the black screen of Guangbo, and then slowly said: "I think you can check the deceased in other urban areas to see if they have the same characteristics as Guo Xinxin Zhuoyue."

"I also plan to investigate this aspect, so that I can better target those groups of people who are more likely to be killed." He Biyu paused, "However, other urban areas have also been investigated, and the result is that the evil ghost should be killing people indiscriminately, and there is no Target groups."

After Shiran understood the clues clearly, he went back to the apartment. As soon as he got home, Xingwang came out to pick him up, "Ranran, why did you come back so late today?"

Shiran did not answer his question, but asked: "Xiao Xing, what method do you think I should use to track down that evil ghost?"

Xing Xing touched the back of his head and said, "I, I, am not sure about this either."

Xingwang glanced at Shiran guiltily. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Shiran, but Yun Jingzhi told him that as long as he was by his side to protect Shiran, it would be fine. If anything happened, Shiran would be able to solve it on his own.

After all, Shi Ran was only eighteen years old and had been practicing for less than a year. Although he was very talented, he lacked experience. Yun Jingzhi meant that he should start to receive training.

Shi Ran did not doubt Xing Wan, "I'm going to rest first."

With that said, he left the living room and went back to his room.

Si Ran was lying on the bed, thinking that if Jing Zhi was better at home, Jing Zhi would have caught Li Gui long ago.

Shiran's eyes were a little lonely, and he bit his lip, no, he couldn't always ask Jingzhi to help when something happened, so how could he stand with Jingzhi like this?

Shiran buried his face in the pillow. He missed Yun Jingzhi so much. Yun Jingzhi hadn't held him to sleep for two months, and hadn't kissed him for two months.

Shiran thought carefully about what Yun Jingzhi had taught him, until early in the morning, he thought of a way to find the ghost.

Spiritual consciousness, as long as he covers the entire urban area with spiritual consciousness, he can get the news as long as the evil ghost moves.

When he thought of a method, he immediately took action. He released his spiritual consciousness. Before he could cover the entire city, he felt the flow of ghost energy. He felt it from his school, and the evil ghost had finished his action. When he came out of the school, there was ghost energy. , there is no ghostly atmosphere elsewhere.

Suddenly he felt an extremely weak breathing coming from the school. He immediately got up from the bed and went to the school. The man whose wrists were ripped off by the ghost was not dead yet.

People were already arriving at the school one after another. When Shiran arrived at the school, the scene of the crime was already surrounded by classmates. He couldn't control so many people and rushed directly into the crowd.

Sure enough, a girl fell in a pool of blood, her wrist fell to her feet, and Syl was taking photos to collect evidence.

Shiran ran to the girl, quickly took out a small bottle of spiritual spring water that had been prepared from the space ring, and poured it into her mouth.

Seeing this, Seal and other policemen hurried forward to stop him. Seal was even more angry and said: "Master Shi, this is not a place for you to run wild."

Suddenly forced to stop what he was doing, he looked at Syl, "She's not dead yet. I'm saving her. It's too late."

Syl swallowed his saliva, his eyes were suddenly cold, making him feel weak, but he pretended to be calm, "Impossible, look at his face, his face is so pale, his lips are purple, and he is bleeding so much. How can you still be alive? Don't mess around."

Shiran ignored him, and he poured the spiritual spring into the girl's mouth. Xier wanted to reach out and pull Shiran away, but he was stopped by someone. He looked up and saw that it was Zhang Duanjun, "What the hell is wrong with you? Didn’t you see him destroying the crime scene?”

Shiran gently poured spiritual power into the girl's body, while Zhang Duanjun didn't care at all about Xier's confrontation, "Don't cause trouble, Shiran is saving people."

"Who is he saving? He has the ability to bring the dead back to life, so why didn't he save the first two dead people." Xier didn't deal with Zhang Duanjun at first, but now she felt very unhappy with his defense.

The police officers present also expressed their doubts, "Yes, you can't do whatever you want just because you are the young master of the Shi family. This is the scene of a crime."

The students who were watching also laughed and whispered. Some believed that Shi Ran could save people, while others felt that he was just pretending and wanted to show off.

"I believe Ran Zai, he must be saving people."

"Me too, they are just jealous of Ran Zai."

"Ran Zai, come on, we believe in you."

"Don't be jealous, okay? Ran Zai, I think you just want to show off."

"It's not just to show off. People are already dead and they still say they want to save them, no matter what. I think they just want to be in the limelight."

"Yes, I really don't understand how these beautiful women can distort their views like this."

Suddenly, he felt that the girl's heartbeat had recovered a little. He put away his spiritual power, and the girl slowly opened her eyes, then closed them blindly, making a weak sound.

Xier was so frightened that he actually saved the person. Everyone present looked at this miracle with wide eyes.

"Call an ambulance quickly."

When the ambulance came and took the person to the hospital, Xier responded to him. He looked at Shi Ran in disbelief, "What did you give her to drink?"

Suddenly he raised his eyes, but Syl saw the coldness in them, and suddenly opened his lips slightly, "I made the potion."

Xier looked at Shi Ran walking away as soon as he finished speaking. He wanted to chase him, but Zhang Duanjun caught him and warned: "Why are you staring at Shi Ran? Do you like him? Stay away from him, his boyfriend can It’s not something you can afford.”

"What are you talking about?" Sil said loudly, as if being told the center of things, "That's nonsense, I don't like him."

As he said that, he followed the ambulance. Zhang Duanjun looked at him and thought to himself, his little thoughts were obvious, and he said he didn't like it.

But it doesn't matter, it's not him who is unlucky anyway.