Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 222 Insect Gu
In the autopsy room, which had finally regained its calm, Catcher Li held the half of the intestines that had flowed out from the old butcher and carefully stuffed them back.On the dark face, the veins on the forehead and eyebrows burst, and the red eyes seemed to be bleeding.

His throat rolled back and forth several times, and he finally said:

"How could a corpse change?"

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, his voice still trembled uncontrollably.

Fang Ling looked at the airway tube quietly placed on the table, and said in a hoarse voice:
"The throat has been removed, the airway is opened, and the resentment cannot be gathered. This is not a corpse transformation."

"what is that?"

"It's a bug!"

Trembling, Fang Ling picked up the cut throat and handed it to Li Butou, "The old master has cut out the airway, and there are a lot of blood clots on the inner wall. It's just... I don't know that the Gu worm has been hiding in Jia Xiansi all this time." In his body, he even manipulated him."

Li Butou slapped the cut throat off, and roared angrily:

"Since you know it's insect Gu, why don't you know it can be hidden in a corpse?"

Fang Ling looked at Li Butou's scarlet eyes bursting with anger, without any excuse, and he couldn't justify it.I knew that it might be a Gu worm, why didn't I take precautions first?

After all, she is just a half-baked goddess who has not even become a master. Just because she has seen Gu insects twice, she thinks she is capable of handling them.

But when the situation came to an end, there was no way to deal with it. He wanted to restore Zheng Shouyi's innocence, but he didn't want to kill the old Zuo first.

Fang Ling couldn't say a word, but shrugged and pulled his shoulders, as if the energy and spirit of his whole body had been taken away, he just silently watched the blood on the ground, but instinctively avoided and refused to focus.

Although Catcher Li tried his best to restrain himself, his violently heaving chest and the eyes that were staring at Fang Ling closely exuded fury.That turbulent emotion seemed to tear the person in front of him apart at any time.

Suddenly, the white clothes at the door shook, and Changting stood in front of Fang Ling. Facing the aggressive Catcher Li, he said coldly:
"She has long said that she is not good at this."

Seeing that Changting finally came back, Fang Ling couldn't hold back the tears streaming down his drooping face.She pulled Chang Ting's sleeve in silence, sobbing softly:

"I...killed the old man!"

After a long time, Capt. Li finally regained his sense and spoke in silence:

"His surname is Tao, and his full name is Tao Mingyuan. Everyone in this yamen calls him Uncle Tao!"

After finishing speaking, he said to the yamen servant next to him in a deep voice with a pale face: "Hasn't the news of Jia Xiansi's neighbors and those who came before his death have not yet been heard?"

The yamen servant hesitated, "The rumor has arrived. But now the case involves witchcraft, and according to the rules, it has to be handed over to Li Zong early tomorrow morning."

Li Captou's eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said, "Is it Li Zong again?"

"According to the usual practice, Gu art belongs to the sect..."

Hearing this, Catcher Li could no longer control himself and shouted, "Tao Bo is dead!"

The yamen servant didn't dare to mention anything else, he didn't know what to do for a while.

"I said now, immediately, immediately!" Mr. Li yelled.

The officer said nothing more and took the order and left.

"Jia Xiansi's body has been found in an alley three miles south of the door. I have set up a formation at the place where his body was buried. Now you immediately send someone to bring kerosene over and burn it with a fire, so as not to Long nights and many dreams.

As for the insect Gu, it must have transferred its host and needs to be tracked immediately, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. "

"I'll send Wang Fu to follow you!" Catcher Li said.

Changting looked Li Butou up and down, and said impatiently, "As you please!"

Then he grabbed Fang Ling and prepared to go out.However, he felt something strange in his tentacles, and upon looking at it, he discovered that the palm of Fang Ling's right hand had been burned into a blur.Can't help but ask:
"How is this going?"

Fang Ling still lowered his face, "I accidentally burned it when I used the Yanhuo Jue just now."

"You can burn yourself with any fire technique. You are truly a talent."

Then, avoiding the wound on the palm, he raised his wrist and pulled her out the door together.

The place where Jia Xiansi's body was buried is called Four Seasons Alley.There are two roads in this alley, one leading to the official road outside the town and the other leading to the morning market in the south.

The official road goes to Yongling. At this time, there is still some time before the Yongling city gate opens, and no one is coming or going on the official road.If there is anyone there, it's only the morning market in the south.

When the morning market is usually open, vendors have started setting up stalls, offering everything from fruits and vegetables to poultry and meat, as well as steamed cakes and pastries.It is now Yinshi, and the morning market is already bustling with people.

"Open your eyes and watch carefully." Chang Ting instructed.

Fang Ling, who opened his eyes, didn't need Changting to teach, but Gu worms are not ghosts, so how should we look at it?Seeing her puzzled face, Changting knocked on her forehead and said:

"Although the Taoist Celestial Eye is generally used to see through ghosts, it can also see living creatures, right?"

Fang Ling immediately understood, "You mean to watch people's fire?"

"It seems like you're not that stupid at all, how could you burn yourself!" Chang Ting was still thinking about the injury to her hand, murmuring to herself.

Ghosts and monsters all have their Yin Qi. Although their breaths are different, once they are attached to the body of a living person, it will be a game between the two breaths.Whoever is better will be able to drive the body, and the aura emanating from the body will naturally belong to him.

Although Gu is a living creature, how can its yang energy be compared with that of a living person?
However, at a glance, there is more than one person with weak yang energy?
Not far away, at the steamed stuffed bun stall, three young people were eating steamed stuffed buns with their backs facing away. On the side of the street, there was a plump woman sitting on a low stool selling vegetables with her head bowed. In the distance, there was a gray-haired old man. And a beggar sleeping curled up in a sheltered street corner.

If you have to count carefully, there is also the dog lying motionless at the beggar's feet.

Fortunately, Wang Fu was sent to follow.This person is not only enthusiastic, but also knows many people in this town like the back of his hand.

According to him, the young man eating the steamed stuffed bun was his aunt's natal nephew, and he looked like a dying sick child on weekdays, and his yang energy naturally couldn't flourish.

The woman who sells vegetables is Widow Xu. Her husband has been dead for several years, and she lives alone all year round. Her life is very difficult. She may have had a better life recently, but she has gained a lot of weight.

The white-haired old man was Uncle Zhang who lived in Yizhuang. In addition to guarding Yizhuang, he also took care of the watch work. After playing the drum every day, he would take a sip of hot soup at the morning market before going back to rest.

As for the beggar on the street corner, it is Chen Laizi who hangs around here all year round.His brain was burned out due to an illness in his childhood, and he wandered around after the death of his relatives. Later, he found that he could get food at the morning market, so he simply found a street corner to sleep here.

That dog may have been picked up by him, and a person and a dog are also dependent on each other. In short, where there is this dog, there is him, and where there is him, there is that dog.

The sick Yangzi who is sick all year round, the old man from Yizhuang who has been exposed to the dead all year round, the widow who sells vegetables, the beggar and the dog who are mentally ill.Except for the widow, everyone among these four people seems to have a reason for low yang energy.

Look at the widow Xu again, with her legs crossed wildly, she just sat on the low stool with her head down and her hands in her hands, she neither greeted passers-by nor yelled, she was out of tune with the peddlers around.

(End of this chapter)