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When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, Tang Ming opened his eyes and let out a long breath of air.

Tang Ming glanced at the corner of the black robe on the roof and said with a voice that wasn't too loud, "Come down."

Luo Ling, who was fast asleep, fell off from the roof. Fortunately, Luo Ling had just woken up in time to turn around in midair and pat his chest. He pointed at his own eyes and said, "Senior Brother, you don't have to be so scary. I've been guarding you all night long. Look, even the dark circles have come out of your eyes."

"Stayed the whole night?" Tang Ming looked meaningfully at Luo Ling, who still had his eyes open, and immediately went over: "If you really fall and get injured, then don't mention leaving the sect in the future, it would be embarrassing."

"Senior brother, you don't have to mock me like this." Luo Ling turned around. If it weren't for the fact that he knew he couldn't win against his diligent and diligent senior brother, he would have already made his move.

"Swordsmen are known for their hard work. How can a slob like you have the perseverance of a Blade Master?" If not for your talent, I would have lost you long ago. " Tang Ming sighed, "Forget it, I won't talk about you anymore. Tell me about it. How's your investigation of the Li Family Village going?"

"The illness in the Li Family Village is very strange. It doesn't seem to be an infectious disease, but I can't find the cause of it." Luo Ling walked up to Tang Ming and said, "What's even weirder is that this disease can also pick people. Those who suffer from it are all old people, children, and women, but not many young warriors do. Senior brother, don't you think it's strange?"

"It could also be poison." Tang Ming answered seriously.

"That's even stranger." Luo Ling took out an apple from his chest and gnawed on it: "Even if those perverts tried to poison these young warriors, they would still target them. What should they do with these people?"

Tang Ming was just about to say something when a "pa" sound suddenly came from outside. Something seemed to have fallen down, followed closely by a shout that was even louder than the previous one.

Tang Ming and Luo Ling looked at each other for a moment. Then, Tang Ming immediately lifted his sword and walked out.

"Why …" Before Luo Ling could finish his sentence, he noticed that not far away from him, there was a pale look on his face.

There was a headless body lying beside the fence in the corridor. Blood was flowing out from all parts of the body. It looked like a watermelon that had been smashed into pieces.

When the waiter who fell on the ground saw Tang Ming, he stumbled and ran in the direction of Tang Ming. Even though he fell halfway, he still tenaciously crawled and tumbled in front of Tang Ming and forcefully grabbed Tang Ming's hand: "It wasn't me, I didn't kill him. You have to testify for me, esteemed guest, I … I just bumped into that guest, he, he just became like this, really, I don't know anything, I don't know anything at all! "

Tang Ming looked at the waiter's hand which was covered in blood. He forcefully suppressed his stomach and asked, "Where's the head?"

The waiter was quite frightened and did not react when Tang Ming asked, "Chief, what head?"

"What about the head?" Tang Ming carefully explained and slowly waited for the waiter's reply. After a while, the waiter tremblingly pointed downstairs, "Get down …" "He fell down."

Tang Ming followed the direction pointed by the waiter and looked down from the fence. The lobby was already in a mess, but no one was around the head. Tang Ming neatly fell down from the fence.

Brain matter was splattered everywhere, and half of his head was smashed. Tang Ming had to seal his sense of smell to just barely get used to it.

Approaching the head, Tang Ming discovered that the wound on his neck didn't look like it had been cut by a sharp weapon. According to the edge of his skin, it was more like a piece of paper being ripped apart. Tang Ming frowned and used half of his face to see that the victim was in her early twenties.

"Senior apprentice-brother …"

Luo Ling's slightly frightened voice entered Tang Ming's ears. Tang Ming, who was well aware of his junior brother's strength, did not even raise his head. "If you can't stand it, then stay far away."

The smell of blood filled the entire lobby. Almost everyone who was eating in the lobby had left. Not long after, a flurry of footsteps could be heard walking into the lobby. Tang Ming raised his head.

As expected of a constable.

"What's going on?" The man in the lead wore a solemn expression and looked quite upright. It was obvious that the other party had also noticed Tang Ming, and seeing that the sword on Tang Ming's waist looked like a martial artist, he sized him up and felt that Tang Ming did not look like some evil person. He then cupped his hands together and said, "I am Lin Hao. May I know who you are?"

"Heavenly Cloud Sect disciple Tang Ming." Tang Ming cupped his hands together and pointed at Luo Ling, whose face was pale as if he was about to vomit breakfast: "Take junior brother down the mountain to train. You just came down the mountain and you've encountered such a tragic situation."

Tang Ming's words were very skillful. He first moved out of his sect and then brought out his junior brother, who was obviously frightened by this scene. He said that he had nothing to do with this murder case in order to clear his suspicions.

After all, from the surface, only Tang Ming and Luo Ling were martial artists among the people present. If one examined the corpses carefully, they would realize that it was the martial artists' doing.

Putting everything aside, just the bones that were about to turn into dust was not something an ordinary person could do.

Lin Hao nodded his head. When he heard about the Cloud Sky Sect, the suspicion in Lin Hao's heart had mostly disappeared. When he saw Luo Ling's pale face, he let go of his suspicion.

After all, there was no murderer who would be so frightened after killing someone.

Tang Ming took a step back and said, "Junior brother is not feeling well, so I won't disturb Constable Lin any longer."

Tang Ming said as he pulled Luo Ling away.

After returning to his room, Luo Ling could no longer hold it in and was about to throw up while supporting himself against the wall. Tang Ming shook his head and poured a cup of tea. "Wash your stomach."

When Luo Ling saw the blood on Tang Ming's hand, he pushed away Tang Ming's hand and the boiling hot tea scalded Tang Ming's hand until it turned red. Tang Ming's eyebrows were almost knitted together. After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "Calm down first, I'll go down for a while."

Luo Ling nodded his head randomly as he didn't hear what Tang Ming had said clearly at all.

Tang Ming put down his teacup, wiped his hands with a tissue, and strode out of the room. Coincidentally, Lin Hao had just brought someone up to the second floor. Tang Ming nodded and said, "Constable Lin, quick."

"Is your junior brother better?" Lin Hao waved his hand, indicating that he should move the corpse.

"This is the first time junior has stepped out of the sect, please excuse me, Constable Lin." Tang Ming had just finished speaking when a strange sound was emitted from behind him. Lin Hao's expression immediately turned ugly.

Tang Ming turned around and saw the hands of the two constables pulling the corpse. The two constables had just squatted down and looked like they wanted to carry the corpse away, but before the two constables could grab hold of the corpse's legs, the corpse that was lifted up fell back down onto the ground with blood splattering all over their faces.

The constable, who was grabbing the corpse's arms, didn't know what to do. Each of them held a severed arm, while the flesh and blood rolled out of the severed arm.

Lin Hao strode past Tang Ming and arrived in front of the corpse. The corpse's chest was pressed down, and a massive amount of flesh and bones rolled out from its neck and shoulders like mud.

"Young Hero Tang, may I trouble you for a moment?" Lin Hao raised his hand. His tone wasn't very good, but he was already trying his best to be polite. Tang Ming didn't care too much about it and walked in front of the corpse.

Looking at the miserable state of the corpse, Tang Ming was suddenly glad that he had sealed his sense of smell. Otherwise, his reaction would not have been any better than his Junior Brother's.

It was obvious that the intact corpse was already a pile of rotten flesh. Lin Hao's expression was not good: "Young Hero Tang, may I ask how many people in the martial arts world are able to achieve such a feat?"

"In the martial arts world, although there are not many sects that can achieve this level of power, but it is not that few either. More specifically, because I have been staying in the mountain all year round, I am no longer clear about the details." Tang Ming rubbed his chin. "However, there are some special methods that can achieve this."

"Hmm?" Lin Hao didn't understand.

"In the end, Brother Lin does not know about these special methods in the Martial Forest. Because it is so shocking, I'm not introducing them to Brother Lin." Tang Ming wiped his own scabbard, "However, only the Holy Sect has the means to achieve such an effect in the martial arts world."

Although the Holy Church occupied a holy word, it was a thoroughly demonic sect. Although it was not as notorious as the Thousand Saints Sect, it was still not someone to be trifled with.

Having run into such a huge situation right after reaching the mountain, Tang Ming didn't know if he should call himself lucky or unlucky.