Chapter 473: The Soul Disappears
"How come there is no blood?"
Meng Shian pointed at the body and the head and said, "Look, there is not a single drop of blood on either the body or the head. This doesn't make sense."
As he spoke, his eyes looked at the baby Hanba intentionally or unintentionally.
Could it be that the baby Hanba did it?
Huo Shuai is dead and his blood has been sucked dry?
"What are you looking at? She didn't move." Jiang Ci retorted to him unhappily.
There was indeed a gust of cold wind in the second half of the night, and she opened her eyes and looked, but nothing had happened.
But even if something happened, she wouldn't stop it.
Huo Shuai is not a good person, so let him die.
So when she saw in the morning that Huo Shuai was really dead, she was not surprised at all. Instead, she felt that he deserved it.
As for who killed him.
Jiang Ci glanced at the statue of the ghost wife intentionally or unintentionally, pursed his lips slightly, and said nothing.
Just when everyone was puzzled, a group of guards dressed in Huo family uniforms rushed in from outside.
The leader was the butler Huo. As soon as he entered the room, he saw his young master's head hanging on the beam of the temple. He was shocked, angry, sad and painful and roared:
"Okay, you guys actually dared to kill my Young Master Huo, come on, capture them all!"
The monk captain hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, we didn't kill Master Huo. We were just hired by the Master to help him find the monster."
"Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with us."
"The real murderer is..." A cultivator pointed at Murong Jinran without hesitation, "It's her!"
"She had a big fight with Master Huo yesterday, and she even used a puppet talisman to control your Master!"
When Butler Huo heard this, he pointed at Murong Jinran without saying a word and said, "Capture her!"
The guards simply drew their guns and forced her to surrender.
Murong Jinran looked unhappy: "I didn't kill your young master. How could I kill a stranger I only met once? I'm not crazy. It was the captain of the monks. Your young master slapped him several times in public yesterday. Maybe he was holding a grudge against your young master and did it."
Butler Huo's face was gloomy, "Take them all!"
There were more than a dozen guards, all carrying guns, ready to shoot anyone who dared to move.
With a look of grief on his face, Butler Huo took Huo Shuai's head off the beam and said in great sorrow, "Master, you are confused! Although the head of the family does not agree with you pursuing that Song Yunyun, as long as you ask, the head of the family will definitely send his family to escort you to Tiegu Mountain."
"If I had known you were coming, I would have led the team myself and brought the Huo family's most powerful masters with me, so you wouldn't have lost your life."
"Master, Master!"
When he received the news that the young master had secretly hired a few monks to come to Tiegu Mountain, he immediately sent people to look for them.
After searching all the way, they found bloodstains outside. They followed the bloodstains and actually found the young master.
Unfortunately, I'm a step late.
Butler Huo glared at everyone fiercely, "If anything happens to my young master, none of you can escape! You will all be buried with him!"
Jiang Ci originally didn't want to get involved in this trivial matter, but the gun was pointed at her temple, so she had to speak up.
"Your master was killed by a ghost."
"What?" Butler Huo thought he had heard it wrong. "Ghost?"
"Where did the ghost come from?!"
Everyone looked at the statue of the ghost wife behind them.
Meng Shian had sharp eyes and immediately noticed that there seemed to be a thin strand of hair on the statue's hand.
"This is……"
He carefully climbed up the statue and removed the hair.
His hair was very long, and seemed to be soaked in blood, staining his fingers red.
"Could it be that his head was cut off by a strand of hair?"
Butler Huo frowned, "What nonsense! It's unbelievable that a strand of hair can kill people! It's simply a fantasy, it's unreasonable!"
"I think it was you guys who teamed up to kill my young master."
Jiang Ci said calmly: "Your young master was disrespectful to the ghost wife, so he was punished."
Murong Jinran suddenly remembered: "Oh, right, he urinated on the ghost wife statue last night despite being dissuaded. The case has been solved. He got his comeuppance."
Butler Huo was furious. "Stop talking nonsense! Take them back to the Huo family and let the head of the family decide their fate!"
Jiang Ci smiled and said, "Your young master should know who killed him better than you, right?"
"The young master is already dead, you..." Butler Huo suddenly thought of something and asked everyone, "Who among you knows how to summon spirits?"
The young master is dead, and his soul must be brought back to the Huo family and worshipped by the Huo family.
As for the murderer, the young master must reveal it himself.
The monks looked at each other.
Finally, the monk captain stepped forward and said, "I know a little bit about spiritualism. I can give it a try."
"Then it's you. As long as the young master says it has nothing to do with you, I will let you go." Butler Huo promised.
The captain of the monks took out the soul-calling tools from his backpack, placed them next to Huo Shuai's body, and began to mutter to himself to call back the soul.
"Huo Shuai, Huo Shuai, your soul is back..."
As he was reciting, there was a sudden gust of cold wind in the temple, but no soul appeared.
Meng Shian asked Jiang Ci in a low voice, "Has the soul of that boy been taken away by the underworld?"
Jiang Ci shook his head: "No ghost has come."
"So where did his soul go?"
The captain of the monks summoned for a long time, his mouth was dry and his hands were almost cramped from waving the soul-summoning flag, but Huo Shuai's soul did not appear.
"Captain, his soul couldn't have been taken away by his ghost wife..." the monk whispered.
The monk captain looked at the ghost wife statue with fear, walked in front of the statue, knelt solemnly, and said in a respectful tone: "If Huo Shuai's ghost is here, please return it to him. He has already received the price he deserves. I hope you will show mercy and let Huo Shuai out."
The statue of the ghost wife stood eerily and in deathly silence.
He was unwilling to give in and repeated it again.
The ghost wife statue still did not respond.
"How is it?" Butler Huo urged.
The monk captain looked embarrassed. "I have used the necromancy technique, but Master Huo's soul has not responded yet. Maybe his soul has been taken away by the ghost..."
Butler Huo's face turned pale and he was angry, "Are you kidding me?"
"If the young master's soul can't come back, you should go down and accompany him!"
He pointed at several people, including Murong Jinran and Meng Shian, and said, "Only by killing a chicken to scare the monkeys will you know what fear feels like. Shoot these few and take the rest back!"
"Yes!" the guards responded, raising their guns to kill.
Jiang Ci said slowly, "I can call back your young master's soul to prove our innocence."
"You?" Butler Huo's eyes were full of doubt.
Meng Shian sneered: "If you can't even call her back, no one in this world can call back your young master's soul!"
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