Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

It's just that the mysterious and mysterious intuition in my heart was born again, this time it pointed directly at the saint Wu Qingxin who appeared suddenly.

"The intuition from Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue training should point to someone or something related to Wu Jihui. How could he be a monk from the Xuantian Sect?" Qiao Mu had such an idea in his heart.

Saintess Wu Qingxin glanced around, only paused for a moment on the body of the dead spirit beast Bi-eyed Flying Tiger on the street in the distance, and landed on Qiao Mu again, frowning slightly.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice cold and distant.

I thought it was someone from the Martial Arts Association, but when I came over to take a look, I found that it was a mere sixth-rank martial artist, and his arm had been broken, his qi and blood had dried up, and his life was dying.

Qiao Mu said: "A person who seeks morality, right and wrong -----"

He originally wanted to inquire about the details of this female monk before he died, but he didn't expect that just after he finished speaking, a look of disappointment flashed across Wu Qing's face.

"Morality? Right or wrong? Boring." She only said indifferently:

"The Immortal Gate acts, even if it's wrong, it's still right."

After the words fell, she just glanced at Qiao Mu, and did not make any other unnecessary movements.

Take a moment.

At the broken part of Qiao Mu's shoulder and arm, the strange bone erosion unexpectedly ignited again.

The flames spread extremely fast, and in an instant, Qiao Mu's whole body was covered by the fire, turning into a burning man of fire.

The trees were burning, but not dying immediately.

This is not because he has fought bloody battles all the way to the present, and still has a strong vitality.

Rather, the saint seemed intent on watching Qiao Mu slowly die from the burning pain. This bone-eating fire should have burned people to death very quickly, but now it burned a little slower.

Want to torture me?

Qiao Shu, who was shrouded in flames, only slightly pulled at the corner of his mouth with only half of his lips left.

He turned around, and for the last time in his life, he didn't look at Xuantian Temple, nor at the saint, but at the pilgrims all over the street.

The people are not one person, but a large group of people.

Some of them were attracted by the commotion and had just come over to watch the commotion, so they didn't understand the cause and effect.

Although some people saw from the beginning to the end, they have always been unswervingly on the side of Xuantianzong Shangxian.

Some people looked at him with regret, some opened their mouths in surprise, some frowned, and some stared at him angrily.

"Today is fifteen, it is appropriate to burn incense and worship God."

The burning arbor finally shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Wait and take a good look, what gods are you respecting!"

"Wait and smell it carefully, how fragrant is my husband's fragrance?"

Under the watchful eyes of all the pilgrims, at the gate of the Immortal Taoist Temple, his body collapsed under the raging red flames, and burned up bit by bit.

Joepoff, pawn.Died at the age of 44.

Chapter 85 Chapter 81

A quarter of an hour ago.

At the gate of the government office, the night shift office worker was squinting his eyes at the rising sun, muttering a little irritably in his heart:

"Why hasn't the shift changer come yet? It's already dawn."

He wasn't in a hurry to change shifts.

The main reason is that the former head catcher Qiao told him to do a small matter.

When the other yamen servants come to change shifts, he can also leave and deliver what Qiao Mu ordered to Shen Qinghe's residence.

Qiao Musai's broken silver is one thing, and the yamen servant also wants to build a good relationship with Qiao Mu, so he is extra careful this time.

Just as he was thinking, a thin middle-aged figure in official uniform came to the gate of the yamen, it was Shen Qinghe.

"Master Shen has been here for a long time, and he is really diligent."

The yamen servant was startled for a moment, then picked up the bag that Qiao Mu gave him.

Shen Qinghe has already come to the yamen, so if he rushes to the Shen family's mansion in the west of the city to deliver things later, it may be delayed by an hour, and it seems a bit rigid.

Looking at the sun in the sky, there is still some time before the "half an hour after dawn" that Qiao Mu ordered, but there is no need to pinch the time so finely.

"Master Shen, this is what Chief Qiao Piff Joe told me in the middle of the night to give you at dawn." The yamen servant stepped forward and handed the things in his hand to Shen Qinghe.

"Oh?"

Shen Qinghe nodded, and took out the things in the bag casually, and found that inside was the evidence cloth bag containing animal hair and cat hair, as well as the documents stating the case.

"Is there any new progress in the 'Impermanence Monster Case'? But why is Jopiff in such a hurry and asked the yamen servant to hand it over in the middle of the night?"

"Well...it's Chen Yingxue's handwriting."

As Shen Qinghe walked into the yamen, he browsed casually a few times.

Just looking at it, the pace under his feet became slower and slower, and the expression on his face became solemn.

"Could this case involve a cultivator from Xianmen?"

He quickened his pace and walked directly to the meeting hall. Since the matter was so difficult, he planned to call Najopiff and the chief arrester in charge of the case to ask about the situation face to face.

Just when he opened the door and walked in, his expression changed.

The chief arrester of Fucheng, Chen Yingxue, was lying down on the bench with her eyes closed, her clothes intact, as if she was falling asleep soundly.

But according to her temperament, it is impossible to come to this yamen early in the morning, come to sleep, right?

"Boss Chen arrests the head?" Shen Qinghe frowned and woke the other party up: "Why did you fall asleep here?"

Chen Yingxue was still a little confused when she first woke up, but her expression changed soon, she first checked her body and breathed a sigh of relief.

Recalling last night, she immediately felt indignant, gritted her teeth and said:

"Master Shen, last night when I was discussing the case with me, Jopiff took advantage of my unpreparedness and knocked me out."

"He is so bold that he dares to attack his colleagues in this yamen, he is so audacious!"

Speaking of this, Mr. Chen caught the head and glanced at the desktop next to him, and he found that the desktop was empty, and the paperwork he had written in the middle of the night had disappeared.

"Then Jopiff may have taken away the documents and files stating the facts of the case, and the physical evidence may have been destroyed by him. This person really---"

Just when he was halfway through speaking, he saw Shen Qinghe shaking the things in his hand with a strange expression.

"You mean this?"

Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Why is this thing in Mr. Shen's hands?"

As the official who is in charge of pushing the prison lawsuit, if the documents of this case are handed up layer by layer according to the normal process, they can still reach Shen Qinghe's hands, but it may take a day or two.

"Jopiff ordered the yamen servant to hand it over to me...Wait a minute, what about others?"

Shen Qinghe realized the problem.

In the middle of the night last night, Qiao Mu blatantly attacked the chief arrester, and then he obviously snatched the evidence and documents, and then ordered the yamen servants to hand them over... This kind of behavior is simply confusing. I don't know what the man is thinking?

Is it just... wanting to hit a woman?

Shen Qinghe and the two immediately went out, stopped the previous night shift clerk, asked a few words about the situation at that time, and then frowned even deeper.

"In short, let's find Qiaopiff first. If you find him, you can ask him to understand." Shen Qinghe didn't continue to guess what Qiaopiff was thinking.

This person's mind seemed to be very different from that of ordinary people. After coming to Heyang Prefecture, what he did made Shen Qinghe, an official known for his top iron, a little astonished.

So he's not going to guess.

"The house he rented is in the west of the city, so I'll go directly to the west of the city." Shen Qinghe said.

"No...Master Shen." Boss Chen next to him suddenly said:

"Maybe you shouldn't go to the west of the city, you should go to the north of the city."

Jopiff's unusual behavior last night flashed through his mind.

Looking back at this moment, Jopiff's image has changed abruptly. He has suddenly changed from the previous reckless and tough, defying power, to an ordinary official who bows his head and bows under the fairy gate, wisely protecting himself...

This made her heart suddenly give birth to an extremely bold guess.

This guess is a bit outrageous, just going through it in her mind and imagining it makes her heart beat faster and she feels a little nervous.

"North of the city?" Shen Qinghe has not yet reacted.

"North of the city...Xuantian Temple is stationed." Mr. Chen said word by word.

Shen Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Then...go to the north of the city."

This seventh-rank civil servant quickly got on his horse, which was actually more skillful and natural than Chen Yingxue, the chief headhunter, and left with Chen Yingxue and others one after another.

When they came to the street at the gate of Xuantian Temple in the north of the city, what they saw was a scene that they had never expected.

The street was full of pedestrians, and the crowd was crowded together looking towards the entrance of Xuantian Temple, and the discussion was almost boiling.

At the entrance of Xuantian Temple, there is a large group of indistinct objects burning blazingly.

In the middle of the sky, there was a figure of a female cultivator in fluttering white clothes, with lowered eyebrows, quietly watching the fire burn.

A little farther away, there are many burly Taoist martial arts people, surrounded by the fire, with complex expressions, and no one speaks.

"Today is the fifteenth day. It's normal that there are more pilgrims in Xuantian Temple than usual, but it shouldn't be so many, right?"

"Also, when did Xuantian Temple have the custom of burning incense paper at the entrance of the Taoist temple?"

The outlines of the things in the fire were already blurred, Chen Yingxue and others took a look from a distance, but they didn't see what was burning in the fire, they just thought it was something sacrificial like incense paper.

Look up.

On the other side of the street is a mess. There are still several corpses on the ground, a broken statue of Xuantian Immortal, and... the corpse of a giant tiger with two wings.

Shen Qinghe's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took out the white tiger hair in the cloth bag for comparison, his fingers trembled slightly.

"Master Shen." At this moment, Mr. Chen who was next to him grabbed his head and whispered, pointing to another thing in the middle of the street.

It was a policeman's soap coat, which was still new, and was thrown in the middle of the street.

"Jopiff..." A bad premonition arose in Shen Qinghe's heart.

And Chen Yingxue saw a familiar figure in the crowded crowd.

"Qian Butou." She hurried over, asking questions like a cannonball:

"What happened to the tiger carcass with two wings? Who killed it? The policeman in the middle of the road, dressed in soap, could it be Joe's catcher? Where is Joe's catcher now?"

There are too many questions in her heart at the moment, and they keep coming out.

Qian Qian stood in the crowd and ignored it. After Chen Yingxue asked her three times, he came back to look at her, but his eyes were still a little dull and lifeless, as if he had received some kind of great shock.

"Ask Joe the catcher..." Qian Qian twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a bitter smile, and pouted his mouth in the direction of the entrance of Xuantian Temple;

"Captain Joe, he's here to burn incense too."

"It's just that the stick of incense he burned is a bit too strong, who can afford it."

"What nonsense...I asked you where the head catcher is?" Chen Yingxue frowned, her voice slightly higher.

"No, it's right at the entrance of the Taoist temple." Qian Qian's eyes were still dull.

Chen Yingxue frowned, but then she heard commotion in the surrounding crowd.

"Down! Down."

"It's really burned for a long time." Someone praised.

"How do you talk, do you have humanity?" Someone also refuted.

"But he offended Shangxian..."

Both she and Shen Qinghe looked towards the entrance of the Taoist temple, and now they looked carefully again, only to see the outline of a human figure vaguely appearing in the burning thing in the fire.

With a plop, the thing in the fire finally fell down, and fell at the entrance of the Taoist temple of Xuantian Temple.

The long-burning torch has fallen.

It's just that the flame is still going up.

In the main hall of Xuantian Temple, the group of immortals on the altar were still immortal, squinting their eyes in compassion, looking down at the burning human-shaped torch at the entrance of the Taoist temple through the lingering incense smoke.