Luo Wenhai's body was placed in a room on the innermost side of the inn and sealed with a specially made ice coffin.

There are guards outside the door.

Chen Mu hid in the shadow of the wall at a corner of the courtyard wall, looked at the guard stationed at the door and whispered: "Did you see something?"

"Formation."

Yun Zhiyue's eyes were as bright as Qiutan's, scanning the room. "This Nangan Kingdom is quite powerful. We specially set up advanced warning formations around the entire room to prevent outsiders from sneaking in."

"Now I know why I didn't sneak in for a autopsy."

Chen Mu sighed. "The prince is dead. If he can easily contact the corpse, it would be too expensive."

"Then why did you bring me here?"

Yun Zhiyue said dissatisfied.

The woman was wearing a dark gray long dress, and when she lay on the wall, she showed her delicate and stylish figure curves, which made her beautiful.

The concave concave, the convex convex convex... is like a fairy.

In Chen Mu's eyes, he automatically imagined a hundred and eight styles of bed skills.

Chen Mu smiled faintly: "I originally planned to visit directly, and prepared a set of rhetoric, but seeing you coming, it would not be difficult to sneak in with my wife Zhiyue's ability."

There are a few masters around Chen Mu now, but in terms of top-level levels, only Zhiyue, who has recovered her cultivation level, can be qualified.

Sometimes Chen Mu was very curious. If the goddess and Zhiyue had a fight, she didn't know who would win.

Hearing the man's words, Yun Zhiyue's lips curled up and didn't answer. She pinched a Yin-Yang magic seal with her delicate fingertips. The magic seal floated from her palm to the sky above the courtyard, and separated and bloomed like petals...

"Walk!"

After the invisible magic seal was covered, Yun Zhiyue grabbed the man's arm and quietly rushed towards the cottage where the corpse was stored.

Chen Mu found that the space in front of him was twisting rapidly, as if countless undercurrents were passing through his body, like a vortex of sank into his body.

Although the guards stationed at the door opened their eyes, they could not see anything.

When Chen Mu came to his senses, he found that he was already inside the house.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Chen Mu was amazed.

Yun Zhiyue glanced blankly: "Your family is a magic technique. This is my new Yin-Yang Empty Way. Thanks to you giving me the key to the Book Pavilion, I discovered a lot of hidden secret techniques."

The woman feels happy inside.

When a man becomes the Heavenly Lord of Yin and Yang Sect, he can read the supreme code secrets that he did not dare to touch before without any scruples.

If she didn't miss a man too much, she really wanted to go into seclusion and study for a few years.

"Isn't it just a space technique?"

Chen Mu disagreed.

He also has this ability to transfer from space, but unfortunately, he is not effective at the same time, and at most he can only teleport at short distances.

Occasionally, long-distance teleportation, but every time it is teleported to the woman's bed.

This 'thing thing' is as unreasonable as him.

Chen Mu entered the inner room and saw the corpse sealed with an ice coffin.

The corpse was well maintained. Under the moistening effect of the talisman, Luo Wenhai, whose eyes were closed, seemed to be asleep.

There were no traces of corpse spots on his body.

"This prince is quite handsome."

Yun Zhiyue exclaimed after seeing the corpse.

However, when I saw Chen Mu's expression of displeasure, the woman smiled and teased her deliberately: "Don't be dissatisfied, she is much handsomer than you."

"Why can my Zhiyue tell the truth only in bed?"

The man sighed.

Yun Zhiyue clenched her pink fist and blushed her cheeks. "Are you looking for a fight? You are so arrogant, you will never do that with you again... again."

"It's okay, someone used to be so stubborn, but in the end he took the initiative..."

"Shut up!"

Yun Zhiyue's neck showed a hint of redness, and she gritted her teeth. "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I... I will leave immediately!"

Knowing that the woman was thin-skinned, Chen Mu stopped joking and began to check the corpse seriously.

Yun Zhiyue snorted coldly, recalling the time on the Yin-Yang Sect Tower, she felt her face burning so hard that she secretly scolded herself for being ashamed.

Chen Mu pulled Luo Wenhai's clothes away, looked at the several blood holes poked out by the short blade, and couldn't help but breathe: "It's a bit cruel. Just stabbing it with one stab is enough, and it completely stabbed the person into a sieve."

"It is understandable that people stab so many times in extreme anger, especially women."

Yun Zhiyue learned from Chen Mu's tone to analyze.

But as soon as the words were finished, the man made a brain breaking: "Go, you know a hammer."

"I really think it was Xue Caiqing who killed him."

Yun Zhiyue was very dissatisfied and pointed at her heart. "You have to believe in a woman's sixth sense, which is very accurate."

Chen Mu stroked the wound on the corpse and said, "I only believe that it will be terrible for women to be jealous."

"cut."

Yun Zhiyue was too lazy to argue anymore.

Chen Mu said lightly: "This prince is a cultivator, with a good strength and a talisman on his body. He has no power to fight back when facing the murderer's killing. Obviously, the murderer's cultivation is very high."

"Why did you stab so many times? Just to blame Xue Caiqing?"

Yun Zhiyue showed a serious expression.

Seeing that her head was tilted, Chen Mu couldn't help but pinch the woman's face and smiled:

"None of us is foolish. Will we believe that a brothel woman killed the prince? The false accusation was indeed for slandering, but the purpose was actually to provoke the incident between Da Yan and Nan Qian Kingdom.

In any case, it is not a glorious thing to die in a brothel in a foreign country.

Moreover, the murderer is very likely to know that Xue Caiqing and I have a good relationship, so he thinks that I will definitely save Xue Caiqing.

As long as the people of Nan Qian Kingdom are not satisfied, they will exhale their anger. The deep friendship that the two countries have finally established will fall apart in an instant, and it is not impossible to fight each other in the end.

Now it depends on whether I am willing to sacrifice Xue Caiqing.

The murderer is betting on me, how do I feel about Xue Caiqing? Anyway, as long as I hand over this woman, this crisis can be resolved."

Yun Zhiyue stared at the man with bright eyes: "Then are you willing to bear it?"

Chen Mu did not answer positively, but said with a face as a messenger of justice: "I only look at the facts, not the conspiracy."

Yun Zhiyue asked again: "What if the real murderer cannot be found within two days?"

"I will find a way to rescue Xue Caiqing."

"Then the two countries will become enemies from now on, and your decision may harm the people of the whole world."

"I'm not a saint."

“…”

Looking at the man's indifferent expression, Yun Zhiyue said quietly: "You are really a contradiction. Sometimes you will contradict the imperial power for those innocent people. Sometimes you will ignore the people for a woman. I really don't know what you are thinking in your heart?"

"Egoistics do not conflict with the world."

Chen Mu gave an example. "The Empress Dowager gave Da Yan a stable life and loved the people as her son, but if it was related to her power and interests, she would also sacrifice."

Yun Zhiyue felt thoughtful.

At this time, Chen Mu looked at the knife edge of the corpse, which was like a honeycomb, and suddenly asked: "Have you noticed that all these knife wounds perfectly avoided the heart."

The woman was stunned and checked carefully.

Sure enough, some fatal wounds seemed to have not hurt the heart, and three wounds were finely rubbing the heart.

When Yun Zhiyue was observing carefully, she saw the man leaning down to the wound of the body and smelling it.

The woman suddenly felt chilling: "What are you doing?"

Chen Mu did not respond, but just twitched his nose and sniffed every wound carefully.

After a long time, he closed his eyes slightly and murmured: "It's strange that there is a scent in the wound...the scent of apples."

Apple scent?

Yun Zhiyue thought she heard the joke, so she approached and smelled it, and her face gradually became strange.

Yes, it does smell like an apple!

Chen Mu gently spread the wound open. After pondering for a moment, he took out a dagger from the storage space, aimed it at the heart of the corpse, and pulled the flesh apart bit by bit.

"Hey, you-"
To be continued...