Guardian Chapter 171: Dead body answer, resurrection Dafa

Because of the Eighteenth Prison, the person walking and carrying the corpse in the sun has been listed by Fu Mo Tang as the target of hunting.

As the most active place for corpse-back people, Yizhuang, was also banned.

The corpses like Lin Zhonghou and Liu Jie can only be temporarily stored in the ice cellar reconstructed by Dali Temple.

According to Chen Feng's understanding, it almost means morgue.

Night fell.

The ice cellar is gloomy and cold, and the temperature is lower than in the daytime.

Several oil lamps dangle from the copper arms half-embedded in the wall.

The light of Dou Da seemed to be afraid of the cold, and shrank under the scope of the copper arm, bright and dark.

It seems that there is only one last breath left, and it may go out at any time.

The light is not too bright, causing the light of the entire ice cellar to fade with a fading afterglow.

Under the shining of the lights, the shadow of the copper arm projected and enlarged a strange pattern, like a shadow monster trapped on the ground, no matter how hard it struggles, it can't get away from that one-third of the land.

There are a dozen dead bodies in the center of the ice cellar.

The corpse was covered with white cloth, and it was hard to see what it looked like. From the outline, there were males and females, some of them intact, and some of them lacked arms or legs.

Squeak...squeak...squeak...

The door of the ice cellar is automatic without wind.

The sound of teeth grinding.

One of the white cloth covering the corpse shook imperceptibly.

The squeaking and sorrowful noises were continuous, stopping at a certain node smoothly and coherently.

Two faint footsteps followed.

The squeaking was paused, and then continued again, until the creaking sound of closing the door softly sounded, and the ice cellar returned to the silent silence.

Song Zan, a plain white, appeared behind the door with a bow.

He pressed his ears to the door panel and listened carefully to the movement outside the door for a while.

Only then did he tiptoe to Liu Jie's corpse.

Song Zan carefully rolled up the white cloth covering Liu Jie's body.

Liu Jie's pale and gray face appeared.

He closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows tucked, his expression was painful, he could see that his death was anxious.

Song Zan looked at Liu Jie carefully for a while as if appreciating an artwork.

The wrinkled face stretches out a satisfied expression.

Song Zan took out a magnet and put it on Liu Jie's heart.

Liu Jie's heart felt like an electric shock, and there was no warning.

Song Zan picked up the magnet and gently pulled it up.

A slender filament attached to the magnet was slowly pulled out of Liu Jie's heart.

Song Zan was obviously relieved when he saw this.

He breathed a long breath of relief, and was about to put away the magnet.

A pair of pale hands grabbed Song Zan's wrist abruptly.

Song Zan raised his head, his eyebrows popped, and his eyelids jerked.

I saw Liu Jie's closed eyes. I didn't know when they opened them. He was staring at his round and bloodshot eyes, staring at Song Zan in a daze.

And those pale hands are exactly those of Liu Jie.

He firmly grasped Song Zan's wrist, and because of the forceful but bloodless fingers, segments of blank white appeared.

He...Hehehe...

Liu Jie opened and closed his mouth slowly like a puppet, and his throat made the sound of blood clogging and trying to vomit out.

With the piercing sound, Liu Jie bulged his eyes, stared at Song Zan, and said "Why...why...why...I want to...kill...me." ."

Song Zan's scalp is numb, and the goose bumps on his arms are generally aroused by the boiling water.

He twitched his hands abruptly.

Liu Jie's body sat up with a shuddering sound, almost touching Song Zan's face face to face.

"Why...what, why." Liu Jie's eyes were out of focus, his expressionless and dead face, speaking faster and faster.

Song Zan was shocked by the cold sweat.

He was also a coroner by any means, and he has seen countless dead bodies in his life.

After a brief loss of mind, Mao dared to kick Liu Jie's stomach.

Two clicks.

Liu Jie who grabbed Song Zan hard, his wrist collapsed and was directly torn by the tension.

The muscles of the inactive corpse were weak, and they broke under the force of tremendous force.

Song Zan clenched two severed palms on his wrists, and took a few steps back.

He has a pale, wrinkled face, full of fears for the rest of his life.

"Labor and management touched the dead body for a lifetime. It is not scared." Song Zan said boldly, breaking off the severed palm on his wrist one by one.

Liu Jie, who lost his palm, fell to the ground, his whole body bulging and disappearing.

He stomped on the ground, stood up straight, stretched out his broken arm attached to the minced meat, and kept yelling "Why kill me" in his mouth, and rushed towards Song Zan like a dog.

"To take revenge, find Butler Xiong." Song Zan yelled in a cold sweat, and slammed the magnet at Liu Jie's head.

Boom.

Liu Jie staggered back three steps, with a certain footstep, half of his waist bent quickly to the ground stood up again.

He roared in his throat, with a boiling bulge on his face, and said with a grim expression: "Who is the Bear Steward?"

"Butler Xiong is...yes..." Song Zan, who was sweating gradually, suddenly awakened in the middle of his words.

He scolded: "Who is it, pretend to be a fool, come out for me."

Song Zan is worthy of being a coroner who always touches corpses. After a brief period of panic, he actually judged from Liu Jie's words that it was not him who cheated the corpse to seek revenge, but someone secretly manipulated it.

He guessed right, Chen Feng planted iron thread rice worms in Liu Jie's corpse, and secretly manipulated Liu Jie's corpse to "deceive the corpse" to scare Song Zan and use his words.

"I'll just say that this method doesn't work, you don't believe it."

"Hey, my work falls short, the Yinyi Six Meridians are all used to play with dead people. As expected, no ordinary people can fool around."

"At least it proved that Liu Jie's death was done by Song Zan. I also know that the people behind the scenes do not lose or lose."

"Well, this wave is quite profitable."

Two "corpses" covered with white cloth suddenly came back to life.

Zeng Shuyou and Chen Feng uncovered the white cloth and jumped out of the corpse bed with a sigh.

Song Zan's face turned black, blue and white, staring at Chen Feng and gritted his teeth, "I should have killed you a long time ago. I never thought it would make you a bad thing."

Chen Feng spread his hands and sullen his mouth mockingly: "If you came to kill me early, Liu Jie wouldn't have to die."

He turned his face and smiled, and said: "The one who died is you."

Zeng Shuyou looked lonely, shook his head and said: "Master Song, you are also an old man from Dali Temple, ask yourself, I treat you not badly, on status, on payment, I am sorry for you, why are you betraying me. "

The guilt on Song Zan's face is fleeting.

He was silent for a moment, first clasped his fists, and then resolutely said: "Master Shaoqing, it's not that you don't know how to be grateful, but that you can't help yourself. If you are humble, please don't check it. Otherwise, the Zeng family won't be able to keep you." /

"Threat me?" The corner of Zeng Shuyou's mouth curled up, his eyes condensed, and those beautiful eyes condensed with cold frost subconsciously.

"Forget it." Song Zan squeezed his fingers, shook his neck, turned to Chen Feng, his face turned gloomy.

"Looking at the feelings of the past, Master Zeng can go tonight, and you, accompany Liu Jie to stand up."

"It’s not that people get better as they get older. I would like to see the methods of seeing the coroner." Chen Feng reached out and stopped the Shuyou Zeng who was digging out the ancient jade. Stay away, don't splash your blood."

"Then be careful, the method of resurrecting the soul cliff is no worse than that of the Eighteen Prisons." Zeng Shuyou patted Chen Feng on the shoulder, stepped back two steps, and whispered: "I will take the battle for you."

Resurrection Cliff is the underworld power behind the coroner?

From the few words of Shuyou Zeng, Chen Feng instantly sorted out some information.

Zeng Shuyou compared the method of Resurrection Cliff with the Eighteen Prisons, which shows that the coroner, like the corpse-back person, is a master at playing corpses.

The corpse-back person refines corpse puppets with the secret method of corpse refining, what about the coroner?

Chen Feng knew soon.

Looking at Song Zan's movements, Chen Feng had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I saw Song Zan erect his left index finger and **** on his chest, bending the remaining three fingers inward, supporting his left wrist with his right hand, bending his legs slightly, and stomping his right foot three times, making it look like the upper body of God.

Song Zan muttered a word, raised his two fingers, and shouted toward Liu Jie's corpse: "The body responds, and the Dafa is restored."

Liu Jie, who was already dead to death, rushed towards Chen Feng vigorously as if he had suddenly come back to life.

It's not just that the dead stand up to the corpse, Liu Jie is no different from before he died...except for his severed hand.

His eyes are agile and full of spirituality, and his body recovers to its pre-mortem state, so flexible that his whole body is full of resilience, and he retains certain memories of his lifetime.

"Lao Song, run away, I will buy time." Liu Jie had a dauntless expression, waving his broken arm and talking.

No wonder Chen Feng finds Song Zan's technique inexplicably familiar.

Isn't this the way the Sugar Man Chapter called the Sugar Man?

Is the Sugar Man chapter also from the Cliff of Resurrection?

Between electric light and flint, Chen Feng subconsciously yelled at Liu Jie, who was flaring his teeth and dancing claws: "It's a chicken feather."

No warning.

Liu Jie, who was thumping happily, fell to the ground like an electric toy with a sudden power failure, and returned to the appearance of a dead corpse stiffly.

Zeng Shuyou, "..."

He was at a loss and didn't fully understand what the principle was. Chen Feng shouted a weird slogan and broke the coroner's method?

Song Zan is even more absurd.

The method of resurrection is the unspoken secret of the resurrection cliff. The method to solve it is to burn the dead body to ashes. What is the method used by the soul master Qiu Chen in front of him? Samsara is good at restraining, concentrating, and weighing souls, and I haven't heard of any means of restraining the cliffs of resurrection.

Song Zan did not believe in evil, stomped his feet continuously, pointed to a dozen corpses in the ice cellar, and shouted: "The corpse responds, resurrect Dafa."

The white cloth was lifted, and the corpse was resurrected and the sound of jumping off the corpse bed.

Chen Feng did exactly what he had done, and yelled again and again: "It's a chicken feather."

I saw the corpse that had died so coldly, and for a while, he was dancing and happy, and for a while, his whole body fell down softly and frustrated.

The ups and downs, the ups and downs, give people the illusion that the head of the dead corpse is dancing.

You can imagine the expression on a person’s face, repeating scenes of grinning happy and solemn silence.

The ten corpses at this time kept repeating this expression.

Even in the end, the corpse was not rare anymore. He lay on the ground, raised his hand to indicate that he was hit by the Resurrection Dafa, and let go to indicate that he hit a chicken feather.

"You...Who are you?" Song Zan shouted dryly, holding on to his knees out of breath, still reluctant to admit defeat, and weakly yelling "Dead body answer, resurrection Dafa".

The corpses on the ground were numb, trembling, and trembling, just waiting for the familiar "call a chicken feather" to sound.

It was so tired that even the corpse gave up.

"Called a chicken feather." Chen Feng swallowed a mouthful of frothy saliva, and the effect was no longer the corpse, but directly on Song Zan.

Not only Song Zan was stunned, but even the corpse on the ground was stunned.

Hey, corpse brothers, it didn't work on us this time, how do we react?

Chen Feng turned the subject abruptly, and couldn't directly fix the corpse.

Looking at the stunned Song Zan, somehow, he suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, clutching his stomach and began to vomit.

The man vomited strangely and vomited strangely.

Spray sugar water out as much as possible.

Where's the sugar water?

Song Zan squirted wildly, like spraying drunken things out of his throat after drinking too much. After a while, a sugar water fountain, and a sugar water fountain, sprayed and sprayed, and then began to spray fishy odors.

The smell, not to mention how smelly it is, the whole ice cellar is filled with a weird smell.

Song Zan's heart and liver trembled, and the vomiting energy of pulling upwards, only to pull the intestines from the tip of the chrysanthemum.

Song Zan suddenly vomited and collapsed. His eyes were diffusive, and a halazi who didn't know anything at the corner of his mouth fell to the ground, unconscious.

Those corpses all showed horrified expressions.

I thought in my heart: It turned out to be called a chicken feather and it was so terrifying. Fortunately, I was dead. Otherwise, like Song Zan, it would be ashamed and ashamed.

"Where to go back and forth." Chen Feng pressed his nose, pointing angrily at the corpse on the ground, another "calling a feather".

Zeng Shuyou didn't know if he had hallucinations.

He actually saw the expression of relief from the faces of these corpses.

"Not dead, right?" Zeng Shuyou covered his nose, wearing a mask on his face, and he couldn't hide the smell. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a stench hit his forehead and almost vomited.

The horrible weird trick...Zeng Shuyou looked at Chen Feng's eyes, full of vigilance. Fortunately, this person is a friend and not an enemy, otherwise...

Zeng Shuyou looked at Song Zan, who was twitching unconsciously on the ground and having a fountain at the corner of his mouth, with a pitiful expression in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I didn't die." Chen Feng said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "If you die, things will be easier."

Chen Feng said a joke, but in his heart he earnestly hoped that Song Zan couldn't make it through and died.

It's not much simpler to call the soul, and there is no need to re-examine who he referred to as the "Bear Steward".

"Death or death will not affect the next layout." Zeng Shuyou pointed his finger on the mask, knocking out a powerful rhythm, and said: "Song Zan will be put in prison, we will lie in ambush, let out the wind, I want to see who will come again Quit your mouth."

"Will you please enter the urn? It's good, I'm not afraid of playing it badly, if I come to try Song Zan, let alone who is the steward Xiong, the safekeeping of his 18th generation ancestor will be clear."

Chen Feng said this, naturally without fear.

He has dreams of magical mechanics and magical skills, which is more than a star and a half higher than the force of hypnotism. If used for interrogation, no one can keep Dashun Dynasty.

"No need to try, I probably know who it is." Zeng Shuyou's right thumb and **** pinched the corners of the eyebrows and squeezed them inward and released them. If they were repeated several times, some headaches were said: "Kyoto Central, don't The mansion is crowned with the name of the housekeeper. Not many people can use the name of the housekeeper to show their identity, and there is only one surnamed bear."

"It's complicated." Zeng Shuyou sighed, and barked his teeth to show the pressure in his heart at this time.

"Xiong Kun, the chief steward of Prince An's Mansion."

It was him...Chen Feng's heart stunned... and he started to involve the prince.

Investigate the death of Lin Zhonghou.

So many things are involved.

Paper maker, coroner, head of the Ministry of Engineering, member of the Ministry of Engineering Wailang, Chengmen Shouzheng, Prince Dashun.

The scope is getting bigger and bigger.

What is the connection between these people?

If it is a building material corruption case, it seems that it can conceal an interest group.

But.

It's really that simple... Chen Feng thought that even if it was a building material corruption case, it wouldn't be enough to pour light oil into the green bamboo.

Huh?

Is it a light oil smuggling case?

Chen Feng's eyes lit up.

In Dashun.

Light oil belongs to armament control products.

The true value is far greater than green bamboo.

If the smuggling interest groups use the transportation of building materials as a cover to sell light oil in private, it makes sense.

Not right.

Chen Feng denies himself...Smuggling is also smuggling from Kyoto, there is no reason to transport from outside to Kyoto.

Suicide terrorist attack?

The word flashed across Chen Feng's mind.

It never sinks again.

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