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Qiao Mu was already at the end of his strength and did not notice what had cut off his arm.
The right arm that was separated from the body was almost instantly engulfed by flames, and the bones and blood were burned to ashes.
However, the mysterious intuition in his heart arose again, and this time it was directed at the suddenly appearing Saint Wu Qingxin.
"The intuition developed by the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue should point to people or things related to the Wu Ji Hui. How could it be a cultivator from the Xuan Tian Sect?" Qiao Mu had this thought in his mind.
The Saintess Wu Qingxin's eyes swept across the surroundings, pausing only for a moment on the corpse of the dead spirit beast Green-Eyed Flying Tiger on the street in the distance, then fell on Qiao Mu, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice cold and distant.
I thought it was someone from the Wu Ji Association, but when I looked over, I found that he was a mere sixth-rank warrior with a broken arm, his blood dried up, and his life was in danger.
Qiao Mu said: "A person who seeks morality, right and wrong-----"
He originally wanted to find out the background of this female monk before he died, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, a look of disappointment flashed across Wu Qingxin's face.
"Morality? Right or wrong? Boring." She just said indifferently:
"Even if the Immortal Sect is wrong in its actions, it is still right."
After she finished speaking, she just glanced at Qiao Mu and didn't make any other unnecessary movements.
Jump up.
The strange bone-corroding fire suddenly ignited at the broken part of Qiao Mu's shoulder and arm.
The flames spread extremely quickly, and in an instant Qiao Mu's entire body was covered in the fire, turning him into a burning fireman.
The trees burned fiercely, but did not die immediately.
This is not because he has fought all the way to the present and still has strong vitality.
Instead, it seemed as if the saint wanted to watch Qiao Mu suffer the pain of burning and die slowly. This bone-eating fire should have been able to burn a person to ashes very quickly, including skin and bones, but at this moment it burned a little slowly.
Want to torture me
Qiao Mu, who was enveloped in flames, had only half of his lip left, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He turned around and took the last look in his life. He did not look at Xuantian Temple or the saint girl, but looked at the pilgrims on the street.
The people are not one person, but a large group of people.
Some of them were attracted by the riot and just came over to watch the excitement, not understanding the cause and effect.
Although some people watched it from beginning to end, they always firmly sided with the Immortal of Xuantian Sect.
Some people looked at him with sorrow and regret in their eyes, some opened their mouths in surprise, some frowned, and some glared at him angrily.
"Today is the fifteenth day, it is appropriate to burn incense and worship the gods."
The burning tree finally shouted in a hoarse voice:
"Take a good look at what kind of gods you are worshipping!"
"Please smell my fragrance carefully. How fragrant is it?"
In full view of the pilgrims, at the gate of the Taoist temple, his body fell down in the blazing red flames and burned up bit by bit.
Qiao Pifu died at the age of 44.
Chapter 81: Even if I die, I still smell the fragrance of chivalry (4k
A quarter of an hour ago.
At the gate of the government office, the night shift yamen runner was squinting at the rising sun, muttering in annoyance:
"Why hasn't the person who's supposed to take over the shift arrived yet? It's already daybreak."
He wasn't in a hurry to change shifts.
The main reason was that the all-powerful Captain Qiao had asked him to do a small task.
When other yamen runners came to take over their shifts, he could then leave and deliver the things Qiao Mu had ordered to Shen Qinghe's residence.
The small change that Qiao Mu stuffed in was one thing, but the yamen runner also wanted to have a good relationship with Qiao Mu, so he was extra attentive this time.
While he was thinking, a thin middle-aged figure in official uniform came to the gate of the yamen. It was Shen Qinghe.
"Lord Shen has been here at the yamen for a long time. He is really diligent."
The bailiff was stunned at first, then he picked up the bag that Qiao Mu handed him.
Shen Qinghe has already come to the yamen, so if he rushes to the Shen family residence in the west of the city to deliver something later, he might be late, which would seem a bit rigid.
Glancing at the sun in the sky, it was still some time before "half an hour after dawn" as Qiao Mu had ordered, but there was no need to be so precise with the time.
"Sir Shen, this is what Captain Qiao told me to give you at dawn last night." The bailiff stepped forward and handed the thing in his hand to Shen Qinghe.
"oh?"
Shen Qinghe nodded and took out the things in the bag casually. He found that there was the evidence bag containing animal and cat hair, as well as the document stating the case.
"Is there any new progress in the 'Impermanent Monster Case'? But why is Qiao Pifu in such a hurry that he even asked the yamen runner to hand it over in the middle of the night?"
"Hmm... It's Chen Yingxue's handwriting."
Shen Qinghe walked into the yamen and browsed around casually.
As he watched, his steps became slower and slower, and the expression on his face became more serious.
"Could this case involve immortal cultivators from the Immortal Sect?"
He quickened his pace and walked directly to the meeting hall. Since the matter was so difficult, he planned to call over Qiao Pifu and the chief constable in charge of the case and others to inquire about the situation in person.
As soon as he pushed the door open, his face changed.
The city's chief constable, Chen Yingxue, was lying on a bench with his eyes closed. His clothes were intact, as if he was soundly sleeping.
But given her personality, it's impossible for her to come to this yamen early in the morning and sleep there, right
"Captain Chen?" Shen Qinghe frowned and woke him up: "Why did you fall asleep here?"
Chen Yingxue was still a little confused when she first woke up, but her expression soon changed. She checked her body and breathed a sigh of relief.
When she recalled what happened last night, she immediately became indignant and gritted her teeth:
"Sir Shen, last night when that man Qiao was discussing the case with me, he knocked me unconscious when I was not prepared."
"He was so bold as to attack his colleagues in this government office. He is so audacious!"
Having said that, Chief Constable Chen glanced at the table next to him and found that it was empty. The document he had written in the middle of the night had disappeared.
"That Qiao Pifu probably took away the documents and files describing the case. The physical evidence may have been destroyed by him. This guy is really---"
He had just said half of his words when he saw Shen Qinghe shaking the thing in his hand with a strange look on his face.
"Is this what you are talking about?"
Chief Constable Chen was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Why has this item already fallen into the hands of Lord Shen?"
As the prosecutor in charge of all criminal cases, if the case documents are submitted layer by layer according to the normal process, they can reach Shen Qinghe's hands, but it may take a day or two.
"Qiao Pifu asked the yamen runner to pass it to me... Wait, where are the others?"
Shen Qinghe realized the problem.
Yesterday in the middle of the night, Qiao Mu brazenly attacked the chief constable, and then clearly snatched the evidence and documents, and ordered the bailiff to hand them over... Such actions are really confusing, and I can't figure out what that person is thinking
Is it just that... you want to beat a woman
Shen Qinghe and the other man went out immediately, stopped the night shift runner, asked him a few questions about the situation, and then frowned even deeper.
"Anyway, let's find Qiao Pifu first. Once we find him, we can naturally get to the bottom of it." Shen Qinghe did not continue to guess Qiao Pifu's thoughts.
This man's thoughts seemed to be very different from those of ordinary people. After arriving in Heyang City, his actions made Shen Qinghe, an official known for his stubbornness, stunned.
So he wasn't going to guess.
"The house he rented is in the west of the city, so I will go directly to the west of the city." Shen Qinghe said.
"No... Sir Shen." Chief Constable Chen beside him suddenly said:
"Maybe we shouldn't go to the west of the city, we should go to the north of the city."
Qiao Pifu's unusual behavior last night flashed through his mind.
Looking back now, Qiao Pifu's image has changed abruptly. He has suddenly changed from being reckless and tough, not afraid of power, to an ordinary official who bows his head and protects himself under the immortal gate...
This suddenly gave rise to an extremely bold guess in her mind.
This guess was a bit outrageous. Just by going through it in her mind and imagining it, her heart beat faster and she felt a little nervous.
"North of the city?" Shen Qinghe had not yet reacted.
"North of the city...Xuantian Temple headquarters." Chief Constable Chen said word by word.
Shen Qinghe was stunned, and then his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Then... go to the north of the city."
This seventh-rank civil servant jumped onto the horse very quickly, and his movements were even more skillful and natural than those of Chen Yingxue, the chief constable. He and Chen Yingxue and the others rode away in a cloud of dust.
When they arrived at the street in front of Xuantian Temple in the north of the city, they saw a scene that they had never expected.
The street was crowded with pedestrians, and the crowd was crowded together, looking towards the entrance of Xuantian Temple, and the discussion was almost boiling.
At the entrance of Xuantian Temple, a large object with unclear outlines was burning.
And in mid-air, there was a figure of a female cultivator in fluttering white clothes, with her brows lowered, quietly watching the fire burning.
A little further away, there were many burly martial artists from the Taoist temple, surrounding the fire. They had complicated expressions on their faces, and no one spoke.
"Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar month. It's normal for Xuantian Temple to have more pilgrims than usual, but it shouldn't be this many, right?"
"Besides, since when did Xuantian Temple have this custom of burning incense and paper at the entrance of the Taoist temple?"
The outline of the object in the fire had become blurred. Chen Yingxue and others looked at it from a distance, but could not see clearly what was burning in the fire. They just thought it was a sacrificial item such as incense paper.
Look up again.
The other street nearby was in a mess, with several corpses on the ground, a broken statue of the immortal Xuantian, and... the corpse of a giant tiger with wings.
Shen Qinghe's heart skipped a beat and he quickly took out the white tiger hair from the cloth bag for comparison, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Sir Shen." At this time, Chief Constable Chen next to him whispered and pointed to another object in the middle of the street.
It was a constable's white uniform, still very new, thrown casually in the middle of the street.
"Qiao Pifu..." Shen Qinghe had a bad feeling in his heart.
Chen Yingxue saw a familiar figure in the crowded crowd.
"Captain Qian." She hurried over and asked a barrage of questions:
"What's the matter with the winged tiger corpse? Who killed it? The constable's black uniform in the middle of the road, could it be Captain Qiao's? Where is Captain Qiao now?"
There were too many questions in her mind at this moment, constantly popping up.
Qian Qian stood in the crowd and ignored her. After Chen Yingxue asked him three times, he finally came to his senses and looked at her. However, his eyes were still dull and lifeless, as if he had suffered some great shock.
"Ask Captain Qiao." Qian Qian pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile. He pointed towards the entrance of Xuantian Temple.
"Captain Qiao, he's here to burn incense today, too."
"It's just that the incense he burned was a little too strong. Who can bear it?"
"What nonsense... I'm asking you where Captain Qiao is?" Chen Yingxue frowned and raised her voice slightly.
"Yes, it's right at the entrance of the Taoist temple." Qian Qian's eyes were still dull.
Chen Yingxue frowned, and then she heard a commotion from the crowd around her.
"It's fallen! It's fallen."
"It burns for a really long time." someone exclaimed.
"How can you talk like that? Do you have any humanity?" someone else refuted.
"But he offended the Immortal..."
She and Shen Qinghe both looked towards the entrance of the Taoist temple. When they looked carefully again, they saw that the thing burning in the fire vaguely took on the outline of a human figure.
With a plop, the thing in the fire finally fell down and fell at the gate of the Xuantian Taoist temple.