There’s An Instance Dungeon In My Living Room

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"No matter who killed A Yu, this person is dead!"

In a gloomy hall, a middle-aged man with a majestic face said in a deep voice as if declaring that he is He Yi'an, He Zhenyu's cousin, and the chairman of Zhenxing Group. When he heard that his cousin was killed, He Yi'an Immediately transferred the body to the underground hall of his company building, and at the same time called all the personnel related to this matter.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Geng Zhuang, Liu Zhenlong and other people from the Zhenwu Guild Hall, as well as the person in charge of Zhenxing Security Company, are almost all gathered here. These people are He Yian's most loyal subordinates. , but apart from grief, his face was still a little pale. He wondered if He Zhenyu's death had anything to do with him?

Could it be that kid did it? A thought suddenly popped up in Jin Fugui's mind. If this is the case, he will be in trouble. As the person who directly encouraged He Zhenyu to have a nasty affair with that Chu Ge, if He Zhenyu was really killed by Chu Ge, it is difficult to guarantee that He Yi'an will not be angry. with him.

Impossible, that kid is just an ordinary person, even if he is lucky enough to kill three of He Zhenyu's subordinates, it doesn't mean that he can break into the Zhenwu Guild Hall, kill He Zhenyu and still escape unscathed.

Several people from the Zhenwu Guild Hall over there have already started to talk about it in a hurry. After the few people finished the story, Jin Fugui couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that it had nothing to do with him. The murderer was an old man. , He couldn't compete with that Chu Ge, and then he became a little curious. The old man's description sounds really fantasy, Murong Xiaotian? This name is a bit domineering.

The others also had unbelievable expressions, obviously this story is a bit too bizarre.

"Okay, it's enough to go here, so my brother was killed by a martial arts master named Murong Xiaotian?" Then He Yi'an also asked in disbelief.

However, looking at the reactions of those He Zhenyu's subordinates and their unanimous statement, it seems that it does not seem to be fake, which made him feel a little absurd.

He Yi'an glanced at the table not far in front of him. It was an anatomy table, and it was He Zhenyu lying on that table. His body had been cleaned up now, and several people in white coats were about to dissect the table. The autopsy tools were put away one by one.

"Boss, according to our inspection, the time of death should be around three o'clock in the afternoon. The cause of death is a fatal knife wound on the back of the chest. It should be fatal within a few seconds. The wound on the outside of the body was burned by flames, so there is no large number of wounds. Hemorrhage, blood stasis in the body, spread very seriously for unknown reasons, it seems that the corpse was shaken violently after death.

impossible! The coroner's words caused Liu Zhenlong and the others to exclaim.

He Yi'an's face darkened, "Why do you say it's impossible?"

"The old man came out of the secret room at 3:20, the boss was still able to leave at that time."

"Yes, yes. At that time, the boss was still alive and kicking, and he was still able to say hello. When we opened the door again at 6 o'clock in the evening, we found that the boss was dead, and no one had entered the secret room during that time."

"So this is probably done by that old man named Murong Xiaotian, but how did he do it?"

Cough cough, a cough suddenly sounded behind him, then He Yi'an seemed to realize something suddenly, turned around hastily, and asked very politely, "Mr. Huang, does he have any clues?"

Everyone looked at the coughing man, but that man was a thin old man, wearing a black cloth robe, looking very old, as if he could smell a stale breath from a long distance, but in fact this old man There is no smell on the body, not even the body odor of ordinary people.

Moreover, the face of the old man is also quite strange, his complexion is pale, as if he has not seen the sun for a long time.

However, no one dared to show the slightest disrespect to this old man. Although he didn't know all the inside information, even He Yi'an, the leading brother, was so polite, obviously he was not an ordinary person.

The old man surnamed Huang walked up to the corpse and gently brushed over the corpse with his hand. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"If my expectations are correct, Mr. He did die at three o'clock, but after his death, he was hit by the technique of expelling corpses."

"Exorcism technique?" He Yi'an couldn't help but ask back.

"That's right, it's the technique of exorcising corpses. This technique was passed down in Western Hunan. It is the unique secret art of exorcising corpses. This technique can make dead corpses come back to life and be able to walk and walk. It can even be used in battle. The ancient exorcism Necromancers can even refine corpse soldiers and corpse generals, which are even powerful when used in battle. However, with the prevalence of firearms, the exorcism skills of corpse warlocks are no longer very useful in modern society, and they can just play tricks. Therefore, the exorcism technique has almost been lost, and the exorcism sect has long since fallen, this mysterious old man probably learned the first few scraps of the exorcism technique from somewhere, and used it to deceive the world."

"So that's how it is," everyone suddenly realized, but He Yi'an had a gloomy face, "This man is highly skilled in martial arts and is proficient in magic. If this is the case, won't my brother be able to avenge his revenge?"

But Huang Gongjin said, "Mr. He, don't worry, the technique of expelling corpses is originally a subtle technique, used to frighten people. As for this old man's martial arts skills? Hehe, I don't think so, and wait until I use the technique of controlling ghosts." , find the perpetrator, and help Mr. He's younger brother to avenge."

Then He Yi'an was overjoyed when he heard it, but then he showed a worried look: "I don't know if it will affect our next plan?"

"Don't worry, an ordinary person can be killed by sending a ghost. All I need is an object that the murderer once used."

Those people looked at each other, and quickly brought over a teacup and a wooden sword, "This is the teacup that Murong Xiaotian used, and this is the wooden sword he used in martial arts, I wonder if it will work? "

Huang Gongjin frowned, "Is it just for temporary use? Well, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome, but it's still possible."

As he spoke, he stretched into his bosom, and tremblingly took out a fist-sized jade stone. A vague figure could be seen flickering in the stone, and there was a spell stuck on the stone. Huang Gongjin undid the spell, The figure in the stone disappeared suddenly, and then there was a sudden gust of wind in the room, and everyone couldn't help shivering.

My heart said it was really evil, there is no door or window in this room, how could there be wind? Is there really a ghost?

The hearts of those who don't know much about the matter are already beating.

"Don't be afraid, I have sent my emissary, and I will find that person soon. Mr. He is just waiting for my good news." After speaking, Huang Gongjin found a seat and sat down, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

After hearing this, He Yi'an nodded slightly, and everyone waited with different expressions.