Xuanxia

Chapter 103 Strange
Qiu Chan stepped on the pool of blood and walked towards her senior sister's head.

Her face was full of disbelief, as if all this was a dream.

Fu Qingzhou calmed down faster than her. He strode to Xiao Ling's side, squatted down and held her shoulders: "What happened!"

But Xiao Ling's condition was even worse than that of Zhou Lesheng in prison before. There was no focus in her eyes, as if her soul had been isolated from this world.

Fu Qingzhou frowned, narrowed his eyes, and activated the Soul Capture Technique.

Xiao Ling didn't react at all, as if she couldn't even see the pair of pupils so close to her.

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and asked in a low voice: "From last night to this morning, you didn't feel anything?"

“I feel it.”

The Smoker said calmly, "But that guy doesn't intend to attack you, why should I remind you?"

"You!" Fu Qingzhou was slightly angry, but in the end he did not ask any further questions.

Since going to Langhuan Mountain, his relationship with the smoker has changed a lot.

He no longer needs the smoker's advice on his cultivation. Apart from the occasional insults to each other, their communication has become much less.

The smoker didn't mention anything about possession of body or physical body anymore. Most of the time he just watched silently. He would say a few more words when he got the chatterbox bug, but he wouldn't deliberately help Fu Qingzhou with anything.

Both sides knew what the other side was planning and waiting for, but neither side pointed it out.

In this situation, Fu Qingzhou didn't have the luxury of expecting the smoker to do something for him.

On the other side, Qiu Chan held up her senior sister's head and cried silently.

Tears slid down her cheeks, falling drop by drop into the pool of blood.

Seeing that she was in a bad condition, Fu Qingzhou did not call her for the time being, but turned around to check Gu Zhengqing's body.

There were no other scars on the skinny old man's body except for the palm strike on his chest - it was probably this palm strike that killed him.

"The palm force is so powerful and domineering that the flesh and bones become like cardboard under one palm strike."

Fu Qingzhou frowned and murmured, "The spine is broken, the heart and lungs are rotten, what a terrible palm."

But based on this palm alone, it is difficult to determine what kind of palm technique was used.

It can be said that any kind of palm technique, as long as the skills are practiced well enough, can achieve this.

He stood up and came to Qiu Chan.

Qiu Chan was still holding her sister's head, biting her lips, and whispered softly: "Sister, it's okay, Master will definitely avenge you. No matter who that person is, he will definitely wish he could not live or die..."

"Condolences."

Fu Qingzhou said softly, "But right now, we have to figure out what happened first."

"Ah."

Qiu Chan nodded gently, with a hint of tears in her tone: "Senior Sister was beheaded by someone with a palm strike."

Fu Qingzhou's pupils shrank: "One palm?"

"Correct."

Qiu Chan pursed her lips and said, "The wound was not caused by a weapon, but by a flesh palm."

Seeing that she was still holding the head of his senior sister, Fu Qingzhou had no choice but to squat down and take a quick look at the headless corpse on the ground.

The broken neck was rather rough and messy, with large pieces of flesh torn off. It certainly did not look as neat as if it had been cut by a sword.

But based on this alone, can we determine that it was cut off by a knife?

Qiu Chan probably understood what he was thinking, and added: "We suspected before that the person who contacted Gu Zhengqing was Fa Zheng, a sixth-level warrior from the Fanyin Temple. His famous skill is the Cloud Splitting Palm, which is as powerful and heavy as a broadsword."

Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

The murderer is a monk from Fanyin Temple?
She never mentioned this information before... But it's hard to blame her. She also said that it was just a suspicion and there is no conclusion. Speaking it out may disrupt judgment, so it's really unnecessary.

"So, you think that this monk discovered that your senior sister was following him, so he killed her?" he asked.

Qiu Chan nodded.

Fu Qingzhou frowned and looked at Gu Zhengqing's body: "Why did he kill Gu Zhengqing? Aren't they in the same group?" Qiu Chan took a deep breath and gently put her sister's head down: "Then we have to catch Fa Zheng to find out... or..."

She looked at Xiao Ling, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and said, "Ask her."

"It's hard."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head: "I just tried it, and she didn't react at all."

Qiu Chan clenched her fists, then squatted in front of Xiao Ling.

She stretched out her finger, dipped some blood on the ground, touched it on Xiao Ling's forehead, and began to write talismans.

Fu Qingzhou was startled, then he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Qiu Chan's wrist: "No!"

Qiu Chan turned her head and looked at him calmly: "Do you recognize this talisman?"

"The Soul Separation Talisman... This is used by people who have opened their spiritual orifices on themselves!" Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "For ordinary people, this is murder!"

The Soul-Separation Talisman is a type of Taoist talisman. When used by a person who has opened his spiritual orifice, his soul can temporarily leave his body. However, he can usually only leave for a very short period of time and cannot go far, otherwise there will be a risk of his soul being torn apart.

Generally speaking, the best use of this talisman is... eavesdropping.

Hide outside the wall, quietly leave the soul through the wall, peek a little and come back immediately.

That's it.

"She's lost her soul."

Qiu Chan said calmly: "Only by extracting her soul can we get something out of her. Besides, if I don't kill her, she won't live long."

Fu Qingzhou sighed.

"You have no relationship with her, why are you so worried?" Qiu Chan asked again: "Don't you want to know what happened?"

There was already some viciousness in her eyes.

Fu Qingzhou thought for a moment and asked, "Is she the murderer of the serial murders in the town last month?"

Qiu Chan did not hide it this time and replied, "Yes."

She looked at Xiao Ling's face and said calmly, "When my sister and I first arrived in town, we saw her following a gambler from the casino and hacking him to death in the dark. After asking, we learned that her father had sold her to Gu Zhengqing in the name of paying off gambling debts several years ago."

"She survived all the humiliation and was taken in by Gu Zhengqing. She usually pretended to be someone she was not in in order to survive, but that night when she saw the gambler who was selling his daughter, she could no longer bear it and so she drew her knife."

"My sister and I thought she could help us... so we taught her a simple sword technique. Whenever she killed someone, we helped her hide the traces of the murder, threatened the magistrate to find a scapegoat, and let her be our accomplice... We promised her that after she succeeded, we would accept her into the temple, even if she had no talent and could only be a maid, so she wouldn't have to be bullied anymore."

Fu Qingzhou sighed after hearing this: "You originally wanted her to kill those gamblers, so that Gu Zhengqing could not do his job, and then lure out the people from Fanyin Temple?"

Qiu Chan hummed.

Fu Qingzhou was overwhelmed with emotions and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Being a hero is not an easy thing. It is certainly cool to draw your sword and help others when you see injustice, but when encountering such a thing, he felt like he was punching cotton.

"Are you done asking?"

Qiu Chan glanced at Xiao Ling and said, "After you ask, I'll start."

After her senior sister died, she apparently lost her tendency to bicker with others and became extremely calm.

Fu Qingzhou nodded slightly.

"Let's do it."

He said, "Since she is the murderer... I will inform the government of this. The culprits who caused her and countless victims to be in their current situation are Gu Zhengqing and Fanyin Temple. If she can help us leave clues, then her death will be a worthy one."

Qiu Chan looked at him deeply and said no more. She continued to dip her fingers in blood and draw talismans on Xiao Ling's forehead.

After a moment, Taoist talismans were painted all over Xiao Ling's face. Qiu Chan made a Taoist seal with her hands and called out softly.

"Leave!"

With a buzzing sound, Xiao Ling's whole body shook and a puff of white smoke rose from his head.

The white smoke trembled slightly, and an ethereal and confused voice came: "I, I...what's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)