Vol 3 Chapter 1911 Abnormal corpse (1)

The night feathers bowed low and their feet stepped on the man’s fingers.

The man’s palm was straight and pressed to the ground, and his fingers did not grab the carpet.

“Ok?”

The night feathers are moving, the normal injury is dead. Before the death, the fingers will be subconsciously bent and clenched. How can the palm of this person deliberately straighten out?

Looking at it carefully, the night feathers have found a difference.

This person has nails!

Generally, people who practice martial arts will not leave nails, especially men.

First, it is inconvenient to hold weapons. Second, it is necessary to do some physical exercise, even if some nails are worn down.

There is a problem with people at the foot of consciousness, and the night feathers are bent over to see.

In the nails of the dead body, there is a little white powder, not too much, but there are five nails in the right hand.

The night feathers looked at the animal skin on the ground, except for the one that was stained with blood, and the other places were spotless.

I looked up at the walls around me. There was no whitewashed gray on the walls. I wrapped them in wood for the sake of elegance.

These white powders are not in this room!

The night feathers bowed to the conclusion, looking at the white powder heart to infer.

‘Someone wants to harm themselves, deliberately send someone who is far less powerful than their own, so that they can relax their vigilance, and then they don’t want to use poison, but…the poison is so powerful that it has to be taken care of. What to do in the nails…’

Night Feather thought in his heart, and the mental power swept the house again without any doubt.

After calculating the time, it has been coming up for a while.

Boom!

The night feathers are lifted up, and the two-color fire wraps the palm of the hand, and the person on the ground will be cremated.

The moment the flame rises, a slight spiritual fluctuation occurs, and the night feathers look at the fire.

Flame?

It’s hard to be…

The night feather pupil was slightly enlarged, and he hurriedly leaned over again. The other jade hand pressed at the fingertips of the dead body, and the body poisoned the magical powers. Those white powders were sucked into the palms.

Boom!

A burst of flame appeared in the palm of your hand, and the white powder disappeared instantly.

There is no pungent smell, no smoky black smoke, and the white powder disappears into the air.

Colorless and tasteless?

The night feathers and the eyebrows are picked up, and then they feel that the body is cold, and even the fire in the body is a stagnation.

The cold discomfort lasted only a moment, and the next moment was restored.

“This feeling… a hundred flowers with the wind?!”

The night feathers were amazed in the eyes, and I remembered the feeling just now, and I felt exactly the same when I took the flowers in the refining pharmacist school!

People in the Baihua family?

The night feathers looked at the man on the ground full of dignity, not right…not a hundred flower family.

They have no reason, no need!

Looking at the body, the night feathers whispered in the mouth: “The flowers are in the wind, planting and blaming, the means are enough…”

The palm of the hand pressed on the forehead of the dead body, and the night feathers sneaked into the soul.

It is a pity that the people on the ground have died for too long, and there is no memory left in their minds.

The night feathers smashed the flames into a fly ash, and looked at the door, but did not leave immediately, but took out the letter.

The beginning of the letter is some sweet words, the next few pages are the requirements of the elders, the current situation of Yaowang Valley and so on.

The flames poured out again in the palm, the letter paper burned out, and the night feathers were slightly heavy. “I didn’t expect the situation of Yaowang Valley to be so severe…”

Taking a deep breath, the night feathers flashed a bit of wisdom and strode out.