This female leader is a little bit stronger

"Someone died again last night?"

Ning Ye was a little surprised when he heard the news.

Looking at Patriarch Honghao, "Who died this time?"

Hong Hao rubbed his tired brows and said, "He was a disciple of the Qinghe Sect. The Qinghe Sect is a small, third-rate sect. They had one spot for the exchange meeting, and they sent their top leader. But he just disappeared like that."

"Qinghe Sect..." Ning Ye pondered.

If the dead person was still from Xuanmingzong, she could be sure of murder and framing him.

But the Qinghe Sect and the Tianning Sect have no connection at all. Could it be that the murderer is killing people randomly?

"Can I see the body?"

Hong Hao nodded, "No problem, just follow me."

Since the two men died in exactly the same way, Hong Hao put their bodies together and placed them in the single room where Fang Liuying lived.

The door was crowded with people watching the fun.

The disciples of Xuanxian Taoism guarded the door and prohibited anyone from approaching.

Hong Hao finally managed to separate the crowd and let Ning Ye in.

In the room, the people of Xuanming Sect became extremely jealous when they saw Ning Ye.

"Murderer!"

"Everyone, look! She's the one who killed people! She kills without blinking an eye, even more vicious than the demon cultivators!"

"Ancestor Honghao, there are so many eyes watching outside, please stop shielding her!"

"..."

As all kinds of noisy voices started to shout, Patriarch Honghao's head began to hurt again. He scolded Cui Hong: "Keep your disciples under control! Otherwise, don't blame me for kicking you all out!"

Cui Hong snorted coldly, confident and fearless. "I can control people, but can I control their mouths? How can you, the Xuanxian Dao Sect, be so overbearing that you don't even let people speak?"

Hong Hao was almost mad, "Hey, you old fool..."

At this time, Ning Ye took a few steps forward, staring at the disciples who were biting the most fiercely, and made a terrifying face:

"If you keep yelling, I'll come find you at night."

One sentence can shut all mouths.

Those people's faces showed anger and fear, and they stared at Ning Ye with a fierce look but weak inner feelings.

Ning Ye stroked the lamb in his arms and turned to look at the corpse.

After one glance.

"Tsk!"

She mentally crossed the air-dried beef strips off her menu.

There was an old doctor standing nearby. Ning Ye asked him, "Have you examined the bodies? Are there any wounds on them?"

The old doctor glanced at Hong Hao, and after receiving his nod, he said, "Except for a bite wound on the woman's finger, there is nothing else."

"Bite?" Ning Ye pinched his chin. "What do you think is the cause of death?"

The old doctor replied uncertainly: "Bleeding..."

Ning Ye pointed at the male corpse: "But he has no wounds, where did the blood come from?"

"Ah, this..." The old doctor was also confused. "This is what I have never understood. Perhaps it is some kind of sorcery."

Ancestor Hong Hao interrupted and said, "It's not surprising that the demons have such methods."

Ning Ye remained silent.

When she looked at the two corpses, she couldn't help but recall some kind of torture, where a person was locked in a cage and baked at high temperature until the moisture gradually evaporated and the person died.

Killing people in this way must be extremely cruel and perverted.

There is a perverted murderer hiding on Tianzhou!

While Ning Ye was thinking, Bai Jingze, who had transformed into a lamb, always felt very uncomfortable, and the room was filled with a smell that disgusted him.

He jumped out of Ning Ye's arms, followed the strange smell, and found a pile of half-burned red candles in the corner.

Between the candles, there is a little powder similar to cinnabar.

The strange smell comes from these powders.

He leaned in to smell it and sneezed because of the choking.

Ning Ye followed his gaze and saw the candles, so he asked Patriarch Hong Hao, "Are those candles on the Sky Boat?"

Ancestor Hong Hao glanced at it and shook his head, "The lighting on the Tianzhou is at least night-shining pearls, there are no such mundane things."

Ning Ye raised a question: "So the candle belongs to the female corpse. Why did she light the candle?"

Hong Hao was also confused, "Who knows what she is thinking!"

Ning Ye pinched her chin and suddenly said, "Did you know? In the mortal world, candles aren't just for lighting; they're also often used in various rituals, such as weddings, wakes, offering sacrifices to gods, and communicating with spirits... Speaking of communicating with spirits, if you're not a serious wizard, you can easily end up making things worse and summoning terrifying things. Also, you see, her index finger happened to be injured, and the index finger is convenient for writing. Maybe she bit it herself and drew something on the ground."

Hong Hao frowned after hearing this.

The wizard had heard that such people existed in some ancient human tribes in the mortal world.

Although they are mortals, they can use secret techniques to borrow the power of their ancestors and fight against monks.

This kind of secret technique usually requires candles and blood!

"What do you suspect this woman summoned using psychic techniques before she died?"

Ning Ye said, "I'm just making a reasonable guess. After all, I haven't seen it myself. But if there really is an evil spirit on the Sky Boat, it would be unsafe at night. I suggest you tell the cultivators on the Sky Boat not to be alone at night."

Honghao nodded hesitantly.

He will promote it, but he doesn't care whether others listen to it or not.

Ning Ye walked over and picked up the lamb, "No need to watch it, there's nothing to see, let's go back."

After returning, Ning Ye told his people not to act alone at night, and put a purification talisman behind each of their doors. Then he stayed in his room and read Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures were one of the local specialties that Tazi brought back from his last "trip".

Ning Ye put some in the storage bag, mainly to flip through it when he had nothing to do and purify his mind.

Bai Jingze hated Buddhist scriptures. Even the scent of sandalwood on the scriptures made him disgusted and he stayed away from them.

Ning Ye teased him, "Little Aze, you can't do that. How can you let the devil distort your preferences? Look at what is written in the scriptures: 'The Tathagata has no origin and no destination...'"

Bai Jingze was furious, like Monkey King wearing a golden hoop and hearing Tang Monk chanting.

He buried his head in the blankets and pressed his hooves tightly against his ears.

……

The fairy palace and the sky boat are brightly lit.

Although two people died in succession, it caused a sensation.

But most people still remain indifferent and don't take it seriously after joining in the fun.

In the world of cultivating immortals, everyone fights for what they want, and death is a common occurrence. It's no big deal.

Under the dark and damp cabin.

A strange song filled the air:

"...The puppy is mincing my flesh, the kitten is digging out my internal organs, someone is gnawing on my fingers, crunch, crunch... give, give, give!

"I'm a good kid, an innocent kid. I'm so scared that others are creating nightmares for me... Give it to me!"

The eerie and terrifying singing was occasionally mixed with the sound of “gee gee gee” laughter, echoing continuously in the bottom of the cabin.

Where the singing came from, there was a pile of rags scattered around.

A bloody shadow, holding a rusty needle in his hand, was sewing a rag doll with these rags.

Every part of the puppet's body was made of scraps of cloth, stained with stains and blood. Blood Shadow hummed a strange tune while sewing the puppet's facial features.

However, he had only managed to sew open one eye when all his strength was drained away.

"Gone again!"

"The spiritual energy of a cultivator is no different from that of a person with supernatural powers."

"I can only go out hunting again. Give me, give me..."

Blood Shadow smiled, dropped the doll and needle and thread, and disappeared through the wall.

……

A new corpse appears on the Tianzhou every day.

It's very random, no one knows whether it will be their turn next.

Unfortunately, the murderer came and went without a trace.

This made the monks, who had originally not taken it seriously, feel like a knife was hanging over their heads.

The atmosphere on Tianzhou became more and more tense day by day. The cultivators finally began to pay attention to the suggestion of Ancestor Honghao and no longer lived alone at night.

However, even so, death did not stop.

A monk couldn't resist his sleepiness and took a nap at night. When he opened his eyes the next day, he was shocked to see that his roommate had turned into a mummy!

"what!!!!!"

A shrill scream seemed to break some kind of balance.

Before dawn, the door of Patriarch Honghao was crowded with indignant monks.

"Investigate Tianzhou thoroughly and find the murderer!"

"If we don't find the murderer today, the worst that can happen is we won't even attend the Holy Land Exchange Conference! We still have over twenty days to go, and who knows if we'll even make it to the Southern Holy Land!"

"That's right! I also heard that the Tianning Sect living on the top floor is the most suspicious. Drive them off the Tianzhou!!!"

"Yes! I even saw that the Tianning Sect's leader's pet is a demonic sheep! If she's been contaminated by a demon, how can she be any good?! Get them off the Tianzhou!!"

"If the Xuanxian Dao Sect doesn't expel the people from the Tianning Sect, all of us will return immediately!"

"..."

Under the leadership of Xuanmingzong, the voice of the masses smoothly changed from "find the murderer" to "drive Tianningzong off Tianzhou"!