Song Zan raised his left index finger and middle finger in front of his chest, bent his remaining three fingers inward, held his left wrist with his right hand slightly bent, and stomped his right foot three times, making it look like he was inviting his god.

Song Zan muttered something, raised his fingers and shouted towards Liu Jie's corpse: "The body responds to the words, the magic method of resurrection."

Liu Jie, who had died so much that he could no longer die, rushed towards Chen Feng with vitality as if he had suddenly come back to life.

Not only are the dead, but there is no difference between Liu Jie and before he dies... except for breaking his hands.

His eyes are lively and full of spirituality, his body is revived to his lifetime, his body is flexible and his body is full of resilience, and he maintains certain memories of his lifetime.

"Old Song quickly run away, I'll fight for time." Liu Jie looked fearless and waved his broken arm and spoke.

No wonder Chen Feng felt that Song Zan’s technique was inexplicably familiar.

Isn’t this the method of calling Tangren Chapter a Tangren?

Could it be that the Tangrenzhang also comes from the Resurrection Cliff?

In the flash of lightning, Chen Feng subconsciously shouted to Liu Jie, who was swaying in his teeth and claws, "Call me a chicken."

No signs.

Liu Jie, who was fluttering in pleasure, fell to the ground like an electric toy that suddenly had powered off, and returned to his body straight.

Zeng Shuyou, “…”

He was confused and didn't understand what the principle was. Chen Feng shouted a strange slogan and cracked the coroner's method?

Song Zan felt even more ridiculous.

The Great Technique of Resurrection is the secret of Resurrection Cliff. The method of cracking is to burn dead bodies to ashes. What method does the Soul Master Qiu Chen use in front of him? Reincarnation is good at restraining souls, scheming souls, and calling souls. I have never heard of any means to restrain the Soul Cliff.

Song Zan did not believe in evil, and stomped his feet continuously, pointed at more than a dozen corpses in the ice cellar and shouted: "The body responds to the words, the great method of resurrection."

The white cloth was lifted up, and the sound of the corpse being resurrected and jumping off the corpse bed.

Chen Feng made the same move and shouted repeatedly: "Call me a chicken."

I saw the dead body, which was so cold that I was jumping around and then falling down with a deflated look on my body.

The ups and downs, the ups and downs actually give people the illusion of a corpse dancing on a grave.

You can imagine a person's face, repeated scenes of grinning happily and shutting up solemnly.

At this time, the dozen or so corpses kept repeating this expression.

Even in the end, the corpse was no longer rare. He lay on the ground, raised his hand to signal the resurrection technique, and let go and called a chicken feather.

"You...who are you?" Song Zan shouted so hard that his mouth was dry. He held his knees and was not breathing. He was still unyielding and shouted "The corpse response, the great method of resurrection."

The corpses on the ground were numb, trembling, and trembling, waiting for the familiar "Call a Chicken Feather" to ring.

This was so tired that he even gave up the body.

"Call it like a chicken feather." Chen Feng swallowed the spit into foam, and the effect exerted was no longer a corpse, but directly acting on Song Zan.

Not only Song Zan was stunned, but even the corpses on the ground were stunned.

Hello, brothers, this time it didn’t work on us, how can we react?

Chen Feng suddenly turned the object and couldn't do anything to the corpse.

Looking at the stunned Song Zan, somehow, suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, covering her stomach and started vomiting.

This man vomited strangely and vomited strangely.

Spray sugar water out.

Where does the sugar water come from?

Song Zan squirted wildly, just like spraying drunken things when he was drunk. Sometimes there was a sugar water fountain, sometimes there was a sugar water fountain, sometimes there was a sugar water fountain, and then it started to spray stinking.

The smell was, not to mention how smelly it was, and the entire ice cellar was filled with a strange smell.

Song Zan's heart and liver trembled violently, and the vomiting force that was pulling upward almost pulled out the intestines from the tip of the chrysanthemum.

Song Zan's sudden burst of thrusts and his whole body was exhausted, his eyes were distracted, and his mouth was filled with some unknown thing, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The corpses all showed a look of horror.

He thought to himself: It turns out that the chicken feather is so powerful. Fortunately, I died, otherwise, like Song Zan, I would be embarrassed and lifeless.

"Where do you come back and go?" Chen Feng covered his nose and pointed at the corpse on the ground in a muffled voice, and another "call of a chicken feather".

My friend Zeng Shuyou didn’t know if he had hallucinations when he had an evil obstacle.

He actually saw the expression of relief from the faces of these corpses.

"Are you dead?" Zeng Shuyou covered his nose and wore a mask on his face, and he couldn't hide the smell. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a stinking rushing to his forehead and almost vomiting.

A terrifying strange trick... Zeng Shuyou looked at Chen Feng's eyes, full of vigilance, thinking that this person is fortunately a friend rather than an enemy, otherwise...

Zeng Shuyou looked at Song Zan, who was twitching unconsciously on the ground and had a fountain on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were filled with pitiful expression.

"It's a pity that I'm not dead." Chen Feng said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "If I die, things will be simple."

Chen Feng was telling a joke, but he was serious in his heart that Song Zan could not survive and died.

Isn’t it much easier to call the soul? There is no need to examine again who the “Butler Bear” he mentioned.

"Die or not will not affect the next layout." Zeng Shuyou pointed his finger on the mask, knocked out a powerful rhythm, and said: "Put Song Zan to prison, we ambushed the heavy troops and released the sound of the wind. I want to see who will silence you again."

"Are you please fall into the trap? It's okay, you're not afraid of being messed up. If I were asked to examine Song Zan, let alone who Mr. Xiong is, even his eighteen generations of ancestors were trapped clearly."

Chen Feng was naturally confident when he said this.

He had the magical skills of dreaming and divine mechanics, which was more than a little higher than the hypnosis technique. If it was used for interrogation, no one could match the Dashun Dynasty.

"No need to review, I probably know who it is." Zeng Shuyou's thumb and middle finger pinched his eyebrows and squeezed them inward and let them go. After several times, he said with a headache: "In Kyoto, there are not many people who can express their identity by their mansions as housekeepers, but there are only one surname with Xiong."

"Things are complicated." Zeng Shuyou sighed and bared his teeth to show his inner pressure at this moment.

"Xiong Kun, the butler of the Prince An's Mansion."

It was him... Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat... and he actually started to involve the prince.

Investigate the death of Hayashizuka.

So many things have been involved.

Paper craftsman, coroner, head of the Ministry of Works, Wailang, official of the Ministry of Works, guarding the city gate, and Prince Dashun.

The range is getting bigger and bigger.

What is the connection between these people?

If it is a building materials corruption case, it seems that it can form a group of interests.

but.

It's really that simple... Chen Feng thought that even if it was a building material corruption case, he wouldn't pour light oil into the green bamboo.

Um?

Is it a light oil smuggling case?

Chen Feng's eyes lit up.

In Dashun.

Light oil is an arms control product.

The real value is far greater than that of green bamboo.

If interest groups smuggle, use the transportation of building materials as a cover and sell light oil privately, it makes sense.

wrong.

Chen Feng denies himself... It is also a smuggling from Kyoto, and there is no reason to transport it from Kyoto.

Suicidal terrorist attack?

This word flashed through Chen Feng's heart.

It never sinks again.
Chapter completed!