Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

Because he knows very well, so for the dead, and even all kinds of dead people, the length of time of death, what should be the state, not to say clear, at least eight or nine, but Lady Changping Hou Ji is not within his knowledge, obviously is already a dead person, but after the body is cut, it is like a living person, one knife down, even on the living person, whether from the speed of bleeding or the shape of the wound, you know, no heartbeat, no pulse, how exactly does this state form?

How do you think, how unimaginable.

It's always a coffin face, and I can't help it now.

Of course, Gong Jiu's psychological tolerability was also quite strong. He did not believe that the output common sense situation existed, but merely indicated that he did not understand this aspect.

His aim was to find out the cause of Mrs. Chang Pinghou's death, which was the most unscrupulous place.

However, Gong Jiu still did not find a reason, even if all the flesh of the limbs was cut off, the bones were basically knocked open, and the head was completely opened.

Normally, this silent death should be caused by some kind of poison. However, Gong Jiu used all the methods available to him to examine it and show that there were no abnormalities, as if he were a good end man, so suddenly he broke his breath, no illness, no injury, no poison, somehow he died.

Gong Jiu made the scene quite bloody horrible, so when other people came to ask, even though they were actually used to seeing all kinds of dead people, experiencing all kinds of situations in large and small novels, I still felt a little frightened, looking at Gong Jiu's eyes, once clearly a good brother, this time unnamed with a little awe, especially Gong Jiu's faceless face to the already 708 fallen corpse.

It's like they're not normal compared to normal people, but compared to him, they're not normal anymore. Is that a consolation?

In fact, in Gong Jiu's view, this scene is not very good. Gong Jiu is actually a little hairy, pursuing perfection. From the beginning, maybe it was really 708, until now, whether it was a knife or something removed from the body, it was orderly, just because death was abnormal and there was a little more blood.

With two people in front of him, he tried to ignore the scene and focused on Gong Jiu. “What do you say? ”

Gong Jiu did not respond. He lowered his head and was still an inch long. He wanted to see if he was ignoring something.

Until Gong Jiu's gaze inadvertently reached the brain that had been erased into blossom paper, which seemed to have changed slightly, but seemed to have nothing.

Something in Gong Jiu's brain suddenly appeared, but it didn't grasp the source. However, it also grabbed the most important thing now, “Quick, go get some incense ash. ”

The three of us face each other, so what, where is this house going to get the ashes? I never burned incense at all.

“There is incense on the next estate, no ready-made, burnt, no need for too much.” Gong Jiu's cold voice.

Obviously, Gong Jiu is the boss now.

Since it was uncertain whether there was any danger to Mrs. Changping Hou Ji, Gong Jiu wore special gloves in his hand at the outset, because the gloves ensured that he would not be affected when exposed to poison at any time.

Now reach out, push in a little bit from the edge of the "thin paper," along where he feels that something has changed, because you can't see it, so you just have to feel it, stop somewhere, he feels something different, it's very slight, if you don't pay attention to it, it could be ignored in the past, Gong Jiutun, even if you want to take off the glove on your hand, even if it's very thin, you can't really feel anything finer than direct contact with your own skin, but you don't really do that, he relaxes his own force, very gently, wants to scratch from that “thing" to see its shape, but it didn't succeed.

At this moment, Gong Jiu just felt like there was something under his finger, because it felt like it existed, and it was changing its shape as it moved to keep that "thin paper" in its proper shape.

Perhaps because we found the “source”, Gong Jiu was not in a hurry, patient enough, and with a very slight feeling, it was enough to make sure that it didn't slip away from his own hands.

Koji, they also moved fast enough and didn't let Gong Jiu wait too long.

Gong Jiu's other hand twisted a handful of incense ash and sprinkled it under the finger of his other hand.

Then, something less reveals the true face of Lushan.

It was a bug that would fit with the brains, because it was smudged with incense ash, and it swelled up slowly, a fat, half-length bug.

Gong Jiu grabbed it, soft, but the texture was more obvious than before.

In his mind, two words appeared in his indifference - the worm.