Chapter 22: Under the fence

It looks a little bit of beauty.
It's not ashamed that he had consumed the spiritual power that was so hard to condense yesterday to cover up the unique breath of the unmarried woman in her body.
It doesn't feel good to be living under the fence like this, he has to find a way to quickly restore the spell to restore his human form.
At that time, Ye Xingtong must be a good lesson to this bad woman.
Ye Xingtong followed Jun Yifan and Wu Jianyuan to the woman's bed.
At this time, the tent beside the woman's bed had been pulled up by the middle-aged man.
Seeing the tragic appearance of his daughter's tragic death, a painful spot flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
Without speaking, he automatically walked to the side window.
A few drops of turbid tears were left silently in the eyes.
The woman on the bed did not know when she had stopped breathing.
The pale face makes the whole person look like a female ghost.
Although the corners of the mouth were wiped clean, the white stains on the corners of the mouth were still not avoided.
Probably because of the foam from the fanatics before death.
Her clothes have been changed to a brand-new emerald shirt.
"Lord, let the lower officials come and investigate!"
Wu Jianyuan stepped forward and stopped by Jun Yifan's side.
"No need to."
Jun Yifan said lightly.
A gleam of cold light appeared in his eyes.
Dare to make trouble on the border between their southern border and ritual states.
This person is really courageous!
This matter is probably more difficult than imagined.
Feel the anger emanating from Jun Yifan's whole body.
Wu Jianyuan responded in a low voice and consciously retreated behind Jun Yifan.
Jun Yifan lifted the woman's eyes with his hand, and then took out a small white exquisite square handkerchief from his arms to cover her hands and checked her exposed skin, head and feet...
Finally, he threw the handkerchief aside, and Jun frowned slightly, sighing and shook his head.
"How is it? Didn't you find out anything?" Ye Xingtong's heart tightened, and he hugged the little fox in his hand tightly, and asked hurriedly.
"There are no wounds and no signs of poisoning. It stands to reason that both wounds and poisoning can be detected. It is strange, really strange. It is estimated that this matter has to be considered for a long time."
Jun Yifan's face was slightly dark, and he said calmly.
Since he came today, he has checked several people in this situation.
It is not a normal situation.
"Master, this matter looks very strange, there are many questions, such as why such a thing happened? Who is the other party? Why did it find that there is no sign of death? The official investigation has been conducted for several years. No such strange phenomenon has ever happened."
Wu Jianxing frowned slightly and asked a series of questions he had just thought.
"Yeah, I think so too. If the other party is too strong, or is not an ordinary person, it is said that the person is dead, there should be a reason, but the blame is that you can’t find the reason. If you want to find the right The murderer must start from the corpse."
Ye Xingtong was also puzzled by this.
Even the corpse has not been able to find out the cause, isn't it even more difficult to find the murderer?
Strange, she was in this inn yesterday, why didn't she have an accident?
Pooh, how can anyone curse themselves.
If she died, wouldn't she be too sorry for the chance God gave her to be born again?
"You are all right. Go back first. In the evening, the king will check it out himself."
Jun Yifan thought for a while, and felt that it would be better to explore it himself.
"Master, it's not safe after the inn. You should stay with the next official in Yamen." Wu Jianxing nodded slightly and suggested.
"No, you won't be a tiger if you don't enter the tiger's lair. This king wants to find out tonight, you don't want to persuade this king anymore, and everyone will go back."
Jun Yifan waved his hand lightly, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Suddenly Jun Yifan's gaze fell on a small gray-yellow hair beside the bed.
This is different from the hair color and other black hair. It is also shorter, just like the fur of a puppy and kitten, and feels soft.
Jun Yifan was suspicious, so he took it in his arms.
"Since the prince insists on insisting, the official stays with the prince in the inn.
As the emperor's favorite, everyone respected and loved the prince even so, let alone his junior official.
...
After returning to the room, I sat at the table and froze for a while.
After lunch, Ye Xingtong kept thinking about the result that Jun Yifan found out for a long time.
Stroking the soft and smooth fur of the little fox, Ye Xingtong wandered into the distance, muttering puzzledly: "Xiaoye, why are you talking about this? What a weird scene, you can't find anything? No? Possibly, some died from stab wounds, some died from sword wounds, some died from disease, and some died from poisoning... No matter which kind, it is impossible to have no traces, just like death from poisoning. His face was black and his lips were black, the body that died of a sword wound had wounds, and there were traces of other sharp weapons, hey...it's so difficult!"
The little fox in Ye Xingtong's arms rolled his eyes, a pair of black jade-like eyes gleaming with strange light.
Dead woman, it turns out that you still have troubles!
Aren’t you tall in normal times?
Suddenly a "gurulu" sound came into my ears.
Ye Xingtong touched his stomach subconsciously.
Uh, it's not right, it's not her belly. She was full at noon. Only her and the little fox are in this room.
Then... only the little fox.
Ye Xingtong looked at the little fox amusedly, and he saw a flash of annoyance in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc.
Gloriously said: "Xiaoye, I said I'm not so unpromising! Haven't you always been ambitious? Haven't you not eaten every day? Oh, I coax you to eat every day, and now I know I am hungry. It’s late, and this lady, I don’t want to feed you anymore, beg me, as long as you beg me, I will feed you."
Recommend Feiyan's old book "A Thousand Miles of Soul"