There’s An Instance Dungeon In My Living Room

　　 "No matter who killed Ayu, this person is dead!"

In a gloomy hall, a middle-aged man with a majestic face seemed to declare in a deep voice that he is He Yi'an, He Zhenyu's cousin, and also the chairman of Zhenxing Group. After hearing that his cousin was killed, He Yi'an The corpse was transferred to the basement hall of his company building immediately, and at the same time all the personnel involved in the matter were called.

　　 "Let’s talk about it, what is going on?"

Geng Zhuang, Liu Zhenlong and other people in Zhenwu Guild Hall, and the person in charge of Zhenxing Security Company, are almost all gathered here. These people are He Yi'an's most loyal subordinates. As brothers and buddies who worked hard together abroad, Jin Fugui was also among the crowd. , But besides his grief, his face was a little pale. He was wondering whether He Zhenyu's death was related to him?

　　 Could it be that kid did it? Suddenly a thought came to Jin Fugui. If that was the case, he would be about to commit a major event. As the person who directly encouraged He Zhenyu to go nasty with that Chu Ge, if He Zhenyu was really killed by Chu Ge, it would be difficult to guarantee that He Yi'an would not be angry. with him.

　　Impossible, that kid is just an ordinary person. Even if he is lucky enough to kill He Zhenyu's three subordinates, it does not mean that he can break into the Zhenwu Guild Hall and kill He Zhenyu and get back all over.

Several people in Zhenwu Guild Hall over there were already talking about it. As they finished talking about the matter, Jin Fugui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that it has nothing to do with him. The murderer was an old man. He couldn't fight with that Chu Ge, and he became a little curious. The old man's description sounded really fantastic, Murong Xiaotian? This name is a bit domineering.

　　 Other people also have incredible expressions, obviously this story is a bit weird.

　　 "Okay, it's all here, so my brother was killed by a martial arts master named Murong Xiaotian?" He Yi'an also asked in disbelief.

　　 However, looking at the reactions of He Zhenyu's subordinates and their the same words, it seemed that it did not seem to be false, which made him feel a little absurd.

He Yi'an glanced at the table not far in front. It was a dissection table. On that table, it was He Zhenyu. His body had been cleaned up. Several people in white coats were about Collect all the tools used for the autopsy.

"Boss, according to our inspection, the time of death should be around three in the afternoon. The cause of death was a fatal knife wound in the back of the heart. It should be killed quickly within a few seconds. The wounds outside the body were burned by flames, so there was not a lot of Bleeding, blood pooling in the body, it spread very badly for unknown reasons, it seems that the body was shaken violently after death.

　　 impossible! The autopsy's words caused a burst of exclamation from Liu Zhenlong and others.

　　 He Yi'an's face sank, "Why is it impossible?"

　　 "The old man came out of the secret room at 3:20, and the boss could leave at that time."

　　 "Yes, yes, the boss was still alive and could still say hello. At 6 o'clock in the evening, when we opened the door again, we discovered that the boss was dead, and no one had entered the secret room during that time."

　　 "So it was probably the old man named Murong Xiaotian who did it, but how did he do it?"

　　 Cough coughing, a coughing sound suddenly rang behind him, then He Yian seemed to realize something suddenly, turned around and asked very politely, "Mr. Huang has any clues."

Everyone looked at the person who was coughing, but that person was a skinny old man, wearing a black cloth robe, looking very old, as if he could smell a stale smell even far away, but in fact this old man But there is no smell on his body, even the body odor of ordinary people.

　　 And the face of the old man is also quite strange, his complexion is pale, as if he has not seen the sun for a long time.

　　 However, no one dared to be disrespectful to this old man. Although he didn't know all the inside information, even the leading brother He Yi'an was so polite, obviously he was not an ordinary person.

　　 The old man named Huang walked to the corpse and gently brushed it with his hand. A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

　　 "If what I expected was not bad, Mr. He did indeed die at three o'clock, but after his death, he was subjected to corpse removal."

　　 "Shooting the corpse?" He Yi'an couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, it is the corpse removal technique. This technique was passed down in Xiangxi. It is the unique secret technique of the corpse removal sect. This spell can make dead corpses come back to life and walk, and can even be used in battle. The corpse warlock can even refine the corpse soldiers and corpse generals, and it is even powerful when used in the battlefield. However, with the prevalence of firearms, the corpse driving skills of the corpse warlocks have become useless in modern society, and they can pretend to be ghosts. Therefore, the corpse-moving technique has almost been lost, and the corpse-moving sect has long since fallen. This mysterious old man probably learned the corpse-moving technique with half of his claws and used it to hide from the sky."

　　 "So that's the case," everyone was stunned, but He Yi'an had a gloomy face, "This man has a strong martial arts and mastery of spells~www.NovelMTL.com~ In this way, wouldn't my brother's hatred be avenged?"

Then Huang Gong said, "Don’t worry, Mr. He, the corpse-shoveling technique was originally used to scare people. As for this old man’s high martial arts? Haha, it’s not in my eyes, and wait for me to use the ghost control technique. , Find the perpetrator and avenge Mr. He's brother."

　　 He Yi'an was immediately pleased on her face, but then she showed a worried look: "I don't know if it will affect our plan?"

　　 "Don't worry, an ordinary person can be killed by sending a ghost. I only need an object that the murderer has used."

The few people looked at each other, and soon brought a teacup and a wooden sword. "This is the teacup Murong Xiaotian used. This is the wooden sword he used in martial arts. I wonder if it works? "

　　 Then Huang Gong frowned, "Is it just used temporarily? Well, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome, but it's okay."

He reached into his arms and tremblingly took out a fist-sized jade stone. A vague figure was faintly visible in the stone. There was a spell on the stone. Huang Gongjin released the spell. The figure in the stone suddenly disappeared, and then a gust of wind suddenly hung up in the house, and everyone shuddered.

　　 Xin said that it is really evil. There are no doors or windows in this room, so how can there be wind? Is there really a ghost?

　　 Several people who don't know much about the matter have already drummed up.

　　 "Don't be afraid, I have already sent my ghost, and I will find that person soon. Mr. He just waits for the good news from me." After that, Huang Gongjin found a seat and sat down, closed his eyes and rested.

　　 He Yi'an listened, nodded slightly, and everyone waited with different expressions.