"Hey, are you still recognizing the body? Hurry up, Moji will be about to get off work."

The forensic doctor behind him began to urge him. In fact, it was still early to get off work, but no one wanted to see someone slap in their work.

"Okay, come here."

Uncle Feng said, looked at Hong Yun deeply, and hurriedly walked towards the morgue.

"Senior, I am a police officer 2237, I came here to pick you up."

"Senior, please come here!"

The male policeman also glanced at Hong Yun and then stepped forward to follow.

Only the little beauty seemed to be out of here at all. She just hurriedly swept over and ran to the door of the morgue: "Uncle, why not go out..."

As soon as the little beauty said, Uncle Feng, who walked into the morgue, waved his hand impatiently.

"whee!"

Seeing this, the little beauty immediately smiled secretly, turned around and ran out, and even so excited that she almost hit Hong Yun: "Sorry, sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

Hong Yun also smiled. This little beauty looks quite sweet, a bit like a certain Queen Zhang, but not very similar, just a little shadow.

After coming back to his senses, Hong Yun also walked into the morgue and saw Uncle Feng and the Police Officer Miao had already walked to the front of the body and were discussing the condition of the body.

"Where did she get shot?"

"Legs!"

Following Officer Miao's words, Uncle Feng uncovered the white cloth on the body, carefully observed the wound, and frowned slightly.

"strangeness."

"What's strange about it? Of course there is a hole when a person is shot."

When Police Officer Miao heard Uncle Feng's words, he immediately started to say disapproval.

"Although the weapons of Hong Kong police officers are very small, most of the wounds hit by the front will be piercing injuries. Even if they are not pierced due to power and distance, they will be a large wound on their legs, and the surroundings are extremely bloated. It is impossible to get stuck on the muscles like this."

After Yan Shuangying left last night, after Hong Yun took a nap, he had a lot of hot weapons knowledge in his mind. It seemed that he was born with the same thing. He looked at his own state in his mind and didn’t have anything more. It was very strange.

But today it came in handy, and it attracted the idea of ​​Uncle Feng and the others as soon as they opened their mouths.

"You are right. There can only be one such phenomenon, that is, she was dead before being shot, and her muscles were stiff. Although she could not see the appearance, the forensic doctor should be able to test it out."

"Impossible. I don't know how powerful she was before she was shot. She dragged me a few streets!"

What Police Officer Miao said is a bit exaggerated, but it is not necessarily fake.

"A person will move even if he dies."

"How can a person move when he dies?"

Before the two finished their conversation, Uncle Feng lit up Chen Zhuzhu's neck twice. Chen Zhuzhu suddenly sat up, and immediately startled Police Miao.

"Don't be so scared, just the joint reaction of the limbs."

After Hong Yun finished speaking, he patted Police Miao on the shoulder, then stabilized him and did not let him continue to scream.

"Yes, besides this method, there are many other ways to move the corpse, and you need to learn a lot."

Uncle Feng shook his head helplessly when he saw Policeman Miao's appearance. The quality of this young policeman needs to be improved, and he is even worse than that of this young handsome guy.

However, why did this young man look more and more familiar with him?

While thinking about Hong Yun's appearance, he lowered his head and carefully examined Chen Zhuzhu's injuries.

Based on experience, Uncle Feng soon discovered a hole on Chen Zhuzhu's head, as if it was poked out by some sharp weapon.

"Why did her head hurt?"

"I don't know, I've never hit her in the head!"

Hearing Policeman Miao's words, Uncle Feng frowned and was about to speak, but he heard Hong Yun on the side say firmly: "Bing Fu, Jiuju's sect's specialty is good."

After saying that, Hong Yun pretended to take out a compass from his bag. In fact, this thing may not be useful to ordinary people. This thing was bought by him from a small shop outside, along with peach wood sword, pen, ink, paper and ink, etc.

But for monks like Hong Yun with advanced magical powers, even if they are ordinary things, as long as the person who created them does not cut corners and is made according to normal objects, they can be used for the effect.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took out another piece of talisman paper and dredged some water on the wound on Chen Zhuzhu's head. He turned his wrist and spontaneously ignited without wind. In a moment, the talisman paper turned into a ball of ashes.

What is surprising is that the ashes did not disperse, but fell on the compass and condensed into a ball.

Hong Yun lowered his head and looked carefully, muttering something, and within a minute, he waved his hand and took the compass back.

The Miao policeman was dazzled and dumbfounded by this series of actions.

"You, may you... Are you the Supreme Immortal on Xiaohuang Mountain, Hongjun's Supreme Immortal?"

Just as Hong Yun finished all this and was about to finish work, Uncle Feng, who was beside him, suddenly took a breath of cold air, and awakened in his eyes, and immediately bowed respectfully to Hong Yun.

"Yes, it's me."

Hong Yun was also very surprised in his heart. How did Uncle Feng know about him? But now it is not the time to ask these questions. Let's leave here first, so as not to let those people from Jiuju's sect get the news and transfer their positions.

"No wonder, my master kept telling me before his death that I must go to Xiaohuangshan in 1996. It turns out that all this is true!"

After sighing, Uncle Feng hurriedly took out a copper seal from his underwear pocket and respectfully handed it to Hong Yun.

"Supreme Immortal, this seal of the Heavenly Master was my master... Maybe it was the only item I tried to send to Hong Kong Island. Unfortunately, my master, he was unable to see the Supreme Immortal again before his death."

Uncle Feng became more and more excited as he spoke, and a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes.

"Senior, what are you talking about? Why are your master, and you are yourself again? And who is the master of your senior? Why am I so confused? And, what kind of immortal is this handsome guy? He..."

Police Miao on the side kept waving, until Uncle Feng raised his head and glared at him fiercely.

After Hong Yun took the bronze seal, he sighed and spoke again: "I don't know my master's name, I only know that he calls himself the Simu Taoist, one of the few direct disciples of the Maoshan Sect."

"Sixty years ago, my master was seriously injured when he came to Hong Kong City. It was my father who saved him to our house. That year..."

Uncle Feng followed Hong Yun and walked out while telling his past experiences.

It turned out that after the accident at Shang Beach that year, Taoist Simu was the only one who escaped.

Because he is gentle and has eyes, and has a good family background and has learned a little foreign language, he can get away with it and come to Hong Kong Island smoothly.

But in that battle, Taoist Simu was also seriously injured. After arriving in Hong Kong Island, he was rescued by Uncle Feng’s father and kept silently healing in the Feng family.

In order to thank Uncle Feng for his life-saving grace, he also released the souls of Uncle Jiu and Master Ikki who had been sealed in two magic weapons by him, so that they could be reincarnated after he felt that his limit was approaching.

This is why, when Taoist Simu later taught Uncle Feng, he told him that since Uncle Jiu was his master, he was strictly speaking of his own reasons.

Master Ikkyu was reincarnated at a family next to the Feng family, a family named Ma.
Chapter completed!