Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Chapter 81 Isn't This a Wedding Dress?
Before going to the main room for the autopsy, Song Yizhi walked up to the boulder, raised his hands and pinched the decision to move the stone aside with spiritual power.

The six heads stretched out at the same time to look at the dry well.

"How do you know this is a dry well?" Wei Ling looked up at Chu He and Shen Zheng curiously.

The corner of Chu He's mouth twitched slightly, and then he smiled politely, "That is to say, is there such a possibility that we are monks?"

Let go of your spiritual sense and check, won't you know if there is water in the well?

It seems that Wei Ling was frightened and stupid.

Wei Ling choked, then coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment.

Bei Xianyue glanced at Wei Ling, and couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

"Do you want to go down and have a look?" Chu He asked Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi flexed his fingers and made the calculations. He looked very much like that kind of unreliable charlatan.

"What are you?" Wei Ling asked curiously.

Song Yizhi said, "Count the time."

Wei Ling didn't understand.

"This is not a dry season. It stands to reason that the well would not run out of water. Of course, if there was a severe drought in the past few months, it would be reasonable for the well to have no water." After Song Yizhi finished speaking, he couldn't help but sigh.

It is indeed the most difficult task!
So tricky at first!

After finishing speaking, Song Yizhi turned to look at Chu He, "I'm in trouble."

"Miss Song is serious." After finishing speaking, Chu He jumped down the dry well.

Bei Xianyue clenched her long sword tightly, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

After a while, Chu He climbed up from the well. He poked his head out, his face was a little dusty, and he looked quite embarrassed.

"There are skeletons underneath." Chu He said.

bones? !
The faces of Wei Ling and the others became more serious.

Bei Xianyue bent down and stretched out her hand to pull Chu He up.

Chu He stood on the ground, pinched himself a dedusting formula, and then said, "The bones below should be human bones."

Song Yizhi frowned slightly.

Finally, Song Yizhi made a decision and said, "Fill it up."

Chu He nodded and went down the well again.

After a while, many skeletons were carried up by Chu He with spiritual power.

Those bones were not clean, there was mud and rotting flesh on them, followed by an overwhelming stench.

Song Yizhi took out a veil to cover his mouth and nose to cut off the stench that was too high.

"...Oh my God, I can't do it, I can't do it!" Wei Ling raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose and turned around to feel sick.

Baili Qi's complexion was ugly, and it didn't work when he covered his nose, the stench went straight to Tianling Gai.

Bei Xianyue raised her hand and pinched her sword to build a barrier to isolate the stench.

The autumn wind blew away the stench, and they felt better.

Chu He climbed up after confirming that there were no omissions.

He just showed up, and he smashed down a few dust-removing tactics.

Chu He was dragged up by Bei Xianyue again, and looked at Wei Ling and the others dumbfounded.

Song Yizhi walked around the pile of corpses with his hands in his hands, "These corpses are in a mess, and they may need to be pieced together."

Wei Ling took a look and quickly looked away, "These stumps and broken arms look similar, how do you put them together?"

"It should be easier if there is a doctor, or a coordinator." Bei Xianyue was distressed.

This group of people should have no medical skills, so they don't understand the human body, let alone putting together corpses.

"I can try." Baili Qi said weakly.

Five eyes fell on him again.

Baili Qi still tensed up subconsciously.

Several people looked away at the same time to let Baili Qi not be so nervous.

Baili Qi took a few deep breaths, and after relaxing, he said slowly, "I can give it a try."

"I'm here to accompany you, if you need help, just ask." After Bei Xianyue opened her mouth, Baili Qi said, and then she turned her head and said to Song Yizhi, "You four go in for an autopsy?"

Song Yizhi nodded.

Wei Ling went up two or three steps and hugged Shen Zheng's arm, with a face of resistance and did not want to go to the main room again.

Under Shen Zheng's half-dragging and half-dragging, Wei Ling walked into the main room again.

Chu He decided to put the hanging corpse on the bed.

Without the corpse, Wei Ling became bolder. She walked over and wiped the piece of red silk with her hand, with a complex expression on her face, "This red silk..."

Wei Ling kicked the drum stool, and then stepped on the drum stool to stand up.

Shen Zheng looked at Wei Ling sticking his head into the red silk, and exclaimed in shock, "Wei Ling, what are you doing?! Don't think too hard!"

With that said, Shen Zheng reached out and hugged Wei Ling's legs, ready to hug him away.

Song Yizhi and Chu He, who were looking at the corpse by the bed, turned their heads and saw Wei Ling being held by Shen Zheng's legs, holding the piece of red silk with both hands, his body dangling in the air like a fallen leaf.

"I can't think about it!" Wei Ling said angrily, seeing Shen Zheng's worried and anxious face, he was both funny and annoyed.

"Let me go, do you think I'm the kind of person who can't think about it! I just look at the red silk!" Wei Ling couldn't hold back, and cursed with a smile.

Shen Zheng realized that she had lost her mind, smiled embarrassedly, and then let go of Wei Ling's legs.

Standing on the drum stool, Wei Ling untied the knot on the red silk in twos and threes.

"clang--"

Wei Ling looked down.

Song Yizhi got up and walked over, then squatted down and picked up the small hollow copper ball on the ground.

Song Yizhi shook, and there was a muffled sound from the small hollow copper ball.

"What's inside?" Wei Ling grabbed the piece of red silk and jumped off the drum stool.

"It should be spices." Song Yizhi looked up at Wei Ling.

Wei Ling didn't speak, she unfolded the material in her hand, and the peony flower pattern on the material was lifelike.

Song Yizhi looked at the silk and satin, "Peony fabric?"

Wei Ling nodded, "This is the first feature of the peony fabric, the fabric is woven with peony flower patterns; the second feature is that it is dyed with peony flowers. Because it is dyed with flower juice, all the materials will have a peony fragrance that lasts for a long time."

Chu He was also very courageous. Hearing this, he bent down and pulled up a corner of the clothes on the corpse to sniff, but he didn't smell anything.

He turned his head to look at Wei Ling, and said with a puzzled expression, "But there is no peony fragrance on this dress."

Wei Ling froze for a moment, she stroked the peony flower pattern on it, suppressed her suspicion, and said firmly, "I'm sure I'm not mistaken, this is peony fabric, this weaving method is only known by Zhao's weavers in the entire Peony City. "

Chu He frowned.

The material that should have the fragrance of peony flowers has no fragrance, what is going on?

This thing is really getting more and more confusing.

Song Yizhi walked to the side of the bed and looked at the corpse on the bed, "Do you think a hanged person can die so beautifully?"

Chu He glanced at the corpse, and said in a deep voice, "This is also very strange, how can anyone smile before death, and laugh so penetratingly."

"That's right, what Chu He said is right, no one can laugh when he's dying." Wei Ling said while throwing the red silk in her hand on the table, and she came over to study the red dress.

"Isn't this a wedding dress?" Wei Ling asked.

Wedding dress?happy event?
"Look, here is the word "Happy" embroidered here." Wei Ling pointed to the inconspicuous word "Double Happiness" on the hem of the clothes, "Who would embroider this on clothes when they have nothing to do? The word "Shuangxi" is only embroidered on wedding dresses."

Song Yizhi glanced at Wei Ling appreciatively.

Not bad, this young lady has become serious and careful.

(End of this chapter)