Nothing was found in Zhou Laizi. There was no wound on the surface of the corpse. It seemed that he had died of qigong practice.

But Xia Ji knew that it would never be that simple.

Xia Ji returned home with the painting in his arms.

When I looked at the painting, I still had no idea until it was dark.

This mission seems to be impossible to complete.

Xia Ji hung the painting on the head of the bed, and saw that the painting was covered with clouds. Just a glance made people feel uncomfortable.

Xia Ji felt his scalp itchy, and thought that he would hang it away, so he took off the painting and hung it behind the door.

Xia Ji was lying on the bed and felt a little depressed inside. After lying on for a while, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Xia Ji checked the consciousness space, called out the order sign, and said to the Green Head sign: "Green Head, can you give me some tips?"

The green-headed sign shook and pointed to the painting hanging behind the door.

Baby pain!

Of course, Xia Ji knew that the clue was the painting, but even looking left and right, he couldn't tell what was wrong with the painting!

...

In the second half of the night, a sleepy feeling came.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xia Ji suddenly felt something strange while he was half asleep and half awake.

It seemed that a cold wind was blowing on his arms. Xia Ji murmured in a dream and retracted his arms back into the quilt.

Suddenly, a trace of clarity in my mind told me that something was wrong.

The doors and windows are all closed, so where did this cold wind come from?

This thought was like a basin of cold water coming towards the head, which instantly made Xia Ji lose all sleepiness.

Xia Ji suddenly opened his eyes and saw something next to him.

Xia Ji wanted to see clearly, but was frightened to find that his body could not move, and he could not move a finger, and even his eyelids could not open.

Ghostly pressing the bed?!

The more Xia Ji struggled, the more he felt difficulty breathing, as if an invisible net wrapped around him. The net became tighter and tighter, and he felt that his life was losing little by little.

"ah!"

Xia Ji shouted loudly, plucked up all his strength, and his body, which was originally unable to move, suddenly sat up straight, lightning out his palm, and took a photo at a black shadow beside the pillow.

Bang!

Something seemed to be broken.

After removing his palm, Xia Ji finally saw it clearly.

It was a black beetle, and the squinted corpse bloomed with blood on the bed sheet.

It turned out to be just a bug...

Xia Ji thought it was a false alarm, but then he felt something was wrong.

This does not seem to be an ordinary insect, with a spiral shaped mouth, and its slender and dense green insect claws are curled like petals.

This is……

Xia Ji suddenly realized something. The insect claws were exactly the same as the green nails of the water.

Could it be that the so-called water creature is actually this insect?

Xia Ji wanted to pick up the insect and take a closer look, but strangely, the insect corpse slowly disappeared, and there was no trace left, as if it was sucked away by a black hole.

At this time, Xia Ji instinctively felt that there were other threats indoors.

Xia Ji grabbed the head of the bed and stared at the corner of the west head with calm eyes.

Strangely, the corners were empty and there was nothing suspicious, but Xia Ji seemed to be sure there was something there.

"Who is the monster? You haven't shown your true form quickly!" Xia Ji said lightly.

"Boy, you are seeking death by yourself and dare to talk to me like this."

As he spoke, a woman with a pale face slowly appeared in the shadows of the corner of the wall.

With the faint moonlight penetrated through the window, Xia Ji saw clearly what she looked like, it was Yue Niang.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Xia Ji said.

"Boy, if I hadn't had anything to ask you, you're dead."

Yue Niang smiled and pointed to the painting of the isolated island castle behind the door, and asked, "Where did you come from this painting?"

Xia Ji thought, there was indeed something wrong with this painting.

"This is my painting, it has nothing to do with you." Xia Ji said.

"It's mine now. People are all mean and they are mean. It seems that you have to use some means before you can speak."

After Yue Niang finished speaking, she stretched out her left hand and took Xia Ji's single sword with her hand.

Xia Ji turned his wrist and cut Yue Niang's fingers like lightning.

Yue Niang couldn't take it away, and was secretly surprised. She immediately changed her tricks to brush Xia Ji's wrist.

This technique is so wonderful that it is so fast that it is difficult for the naked eye to distinguish.

Xia Ji was blown into his wrist by the energy, and he couldn't hold it with his single knife, so he threw it out with the flow.

With the sound of the head, Yue Niang wiped her cheek with a single knife and nailed it to the wooden door. The remaining force did not diminish, and the knife handle trembled continuously.

Yue Niang was a little surprised. The young man had a low martial arts skills, but he was alert and quick to respond. He could not even hold the knife, so he could still throw it out.

If you take it for granted, you will inevitably be hit if you knocked out the knife and avoid it later.

Taking advantage of Yue Niang's moment of being stunned, Xia Ji walked to the back of the door and wanted to pull out the knife.

Yue Niang was angry. The young man actually looked at herself as if nothing had happened and slashed out with a bang. The palm wind was fierce, and the palm power had not reached, and the wind had reached it.

Xia Ji was a little stunned, and slapped her palm with a scream.

Only with Bu's sound, the two forces stirred each other.

Xia Ji took a step back and took the opportunity to pull out his single sword in his hand.

Yue Niang's face turned pale, she looked around and saw a faint burning mark on her skin and flesh, and then disappeared.

Yue Niang felt incredible. This seemed to be a characteristic of the Black Flame Kung Fu, but this young man only learned Black Flame Kung Fu today, so why is he as if he has practiced it for twenty or thirty years?

At this time, Xia Ji dared not relax at all.

Although he had fought with the enemy two moves and was not at a disadvantage, Xia Ji judged that his combat power was far inferior to his opponent. If the opponent became serious, he would probably not be able to beat him.

Yue Niang's face became more solemn. Suddenly, with two fingers and a stream of air ejaculation.

With a sneer, Xia Ji's sleeve had been cut off by invisible energy.

Xia Ji was shocked. This girl can still release her internal strength. Is this immortal cultivation?

Xia Ji was not emotional. Although he had cut a piece of his sleeve, he still had the stiff face.

However, in Yue Niang's eyes, she became calm in the face of changes, and she had a little more admiration.

"How about it, you haven't explained the origin of the painting yet. The next finger force will fall on you." Yue Niang said.

Xia Ji didn't know what to do for a moment. Judging from the girl's attitude, what an extremely important thing should be like, and she must be killed by her.

Surrender is impossible, and you can't defeat it, even if you perform exceptionally well, you can't defeat it.

In a panic, suddenly the wooden door rang and someone knocked on the door.

The situation was unclear, Yue Niang hesitated for a moment and chose to retreat into the shadow of the corner of the wall, and then she would talk about it clearly before observing it.

"Senior Brother Xia, I asked you to investigate the woman's affairs. How did you do it?" A petite figure crawled into the room. It was the junior sister Han Jun.

Xia Ji smiled bitterly, the woman you want to investigate is here and you still have to kill people.

"Senior brother, why don't you speak? I know that the constable can't do anything without money to investigate the case. He brought 100 taels of silver. Are you enough? Don't talk to my father!" Han Yun took out a silver note.

Suddenly, Han Yun stayed there, wanting to look back but not daring to look back.

A slender hand slowly pressed against Han Yun's neck from behind, and the sharp nails slid across the skin like steel blades, making them cold and bone-black.

"Little girl, I'm curious about it and it's going to kill people, do you know?" Yue Niang sneered coldly.

"Why make things difficult for the child? Let her go. I have explained everything you want to hear." Xia Ji said.

"You are a kind-hearted person." Yue Niang threw a charming look and let Han Yun go.

Han Yun was so scared that his legs were weak. He still plucked up his strength and ran behind Xia Ji, poked his head out and looked at Yue Niang.

"Tell me, how did you get this painting?" Yue Niang said.

Xia Ji was just thinking about how to deal with it when the door rang again.

Yue Niang heard the sound of the door and hid in the shadows in the corner of the wall again.
To be continued...