Zhang Yuanqing stood beside the mortuary bed, lifted the white cloth, and a tragic corpse appeared in front of his eyes.

The body of the deceased was covered with bruises and knife marks, and the wound on the chest was opened, which was shocking.

If it was two days ago, seeing such a corpse, Zhang Yuanqing would definitely feel physically uncomfortable, but after experiencing the beatings in the mountain temple, the corpse could no longer cause too much disturbance in his heart.

"It's time to start."

Li Dongze leaned on a cane and said expectantly from the side.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded. Looking at Zhao Yingjun's body, he felt that the remaining spirit in this cold body was gradually becoming active and recovering.

The breath of the night god has a fatal attraction to the spirit body, and can wake up the sleeping spirit.

He silently mobilized the power of the sun in his body, covering the whites of his eyes and pupils with a layer of pure black, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Zhao Yingjun's body.

Grab an illusory figure.

This figure has Zhao Yingjun's facial features, but his expression is dull and his eyes are empty.

After death, ninety percent of the consciousness dissipates, and the spirit body becomes so dull. If the consciousness dissipates, the memory will of course be incomplete, and only some memories with deep obsession remain.

The memory before death is often impressive, and it is very close to death, so it will be preserved.

After catching the spirit body, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly felt the desire to "eat". He naturally opened his mouth and sucked lightly.

Zhao Yingjun's spiritual body turned into blue smoke and floated into his mouth.

There was a pain between the eyebrows, and the consciousness seemed to swell, and many things that did not belong to him were filled in.

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Zhang Yuanqing heard a low sobbing sound, a whine of 'woo woo', and a fierce and gloomy voice sounded in his ears:

"I don't have much patience, you'd better answer obediently."

Knowing that he was reading the last memory of the spirit body, he slowly "opened" his eyes, and the surrounding scenery became clear. This was a large suite with gorgeous decoration.

He fell down on the big soft bed, completely naked, and his underwear and women's underwear were scattered on the ground.

Not far from him, at the head of the bed, curled up a young woman, also naked, with white and tender long legs, a tight belly, and a straight chest, showing a young and proud curve.

The sobbing was coming from her.

woman? naked? Zhang Yuanqing was stunned by such a scene, and thought to himself, why didn't he explain the situation at the scene of the crime clearly, how could he let me see pictures that are not suitable for children, I am still a child...

Following the perspective of the deceased, he looked at the person beside the bed. It was a man with a ferocious face. There was a half-finger-long scar on his left cheek, sparse eyebrows, and fierce, dark eyes.

Holding a shiny willow blade in his hand.

The murderer... Zhang Yuanqing stared at this face, remembering the appearance firmly.

At this point, his task is half done.

The man pointed the tip of the knife at "Zhang Yuanqing"'s chest, and said viciously:

"Where is the Holy Grail, where is the roster?"

He seemed to have asked this question many times, his expression was full of impatience, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. JrNovels.com