After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

The popular Peony girl from the capital is indeed dead.

Qiao Muyun stepped into the door where the corpse was, with a face as heavy as water, and felt the strong smell of blood rushing towards his face, as if it was real.

He frowned slightly, and raised his eyes to look into the room, and saw that the floor, veil, and even the ceiling were covered with large swathes of blood, dripping down, and the expensive tables and chairs in the room There is also a layer of "red gauze" on the display, which looks scary.

The eldest mother was originally a woman who had weathered the storms and handled things calmly. At this time, she only took a look at the room, and couldn't help covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and retched uncontrollably.On the contrary, Qiao Muyun, who seemed to be a noble young man who had grown up in luxury, strode forward and walked straight towards the bed.

The body of Miss Mudan was displayed behind the bed curtain.

The veil, which was originally as light as haze, has been soaked in blood at this time, with black and red blood stains

Not only did he die, but he also died miserably.

Her face was smashed to pieces with a heavy weapon, and the red, white and white were all lumped together. She looked like a beautiful woman, but now she is just a piece of rotten meat that is shocking to see. This kind of comparison has to be said. It is tragic.

The eldest mother saw her son go to the bed, but she could only feel her scalp numb, and stood a long way away to look at the bed.

"Ugh..." The sound of retching, which had been so hard to stop, sounded again in an instant.

"Who the hell is going to make such a cruel move—"

The eldest mother moaned mournfully.

Qiao Muyun didn't pay attention to her. On the contrary, he stared intently at the horrible corpse on the bed.After a while, his pupils darkened, and he stretched out his hand to brush away the sleeve of the peony girl, and gently caressed the arm of the corpse.

The dead body soaked in black and red blood was inelastic, stiff and dry, like tissue paper wrapped in soft rotten straw crumbs, cold, exuding the slight decayed smell unique to corpses.

however……

It seems a little too cold.

Qiao Muyun thought to herself.

According to the eldest mother, other people in the building saw the red peony not long ago, which means that she was killed not long ago.

Tianxianlou treated these charming Huakui girls very carefully, even though it was freezing outside, the earth dragon burning in the room, and the silver charcoal burning in the charcoal basin did not dare to be vague at all.

Peony is the first sign from the capital, and the room is as warm as spring.

If she was really brutally murdered not long ago, her body shouldn't be so cold at this time, as if... It was hidden in a pile of ice for a long time before being moved to this bed just now.

Qiao Muyun wiped lightly on the palm and fingertips of the corpse again, and as expected, the palms of the corpse were hardened, and the fingertips were even more bloody.

The hard callus on the palm was cut off with a sharp tool, and the wound on the fingertips was probably caused by someone using sandpaper to polish away the rough skin left by years of work.

Qiao Muyun raised her eyes again to see the blood splattered in the room, and the muscles under her eyelids twitched slightly.

The black and red blood looked terrible, but in his opinion, it was not the blood of a living person.

For some reason, Qiao Muyun thought of the "little friend" that Lin Mao had begged him to help in the blink of an eye.The man hid in the small courtyard outside the building, but was rescued in a short time.It was snowing that night, and the rescuer carried a seriously injured young man on his back, but he never left the slightest trace on the surface wall of the small courtyard, which shows that his skills are extremely superb.

"Is this Peony girl the oiran sent over from the capital?"

Qiao Muyun asked suddenly.

The eldest mother shivered and nodded in agreement.

Qiao Muyun remained silent, but he already had some calculations in his heart—obviously, the Peony girl was indeed from the capital.

However, whether she is the oiran girl or not is another matter.

As for the one on the bed...

However, Qiao Muyun was certain that she would definitely not be the oiran, let alone the "Peony girl" that other people in the building had seen before.

Killing people leaves their corpses behind, and the golden cicada escapes its shell.

Such a delicate method is definitely not the behavior of ordinary Jianghu people.

In fact, the corpse was very well disguised, only Qiao Muyun, a rich man who owned the largest brothel in Jianghu and grew up in the brocade, could detect the polished and pampered woman's palm. Carefully reared large fireworks women's hands are the difference.

And Qiao Muyun happened to know that there was such a kind of person in this Jianghu who would spend so much time disguising a dead body.

[Holding the government? ! 】

These three words slipped through Qiao Muyun's heart like a poisonous snake.

The thick blood in the room still wrapped his body heavily, and the charcoal stove had been extinguished long ago, but the well-insulated walls still held a slight amount of heat in the room.But Qiao Muyun still felt a sudden chill in her body.

【"Our Qiao family is a businessman..."】

Qiao Muyun's mother's words sounded again and again.

【"People in this arena fight and kill, come and go, whoever wins we just do business with whoever, business people, peace makes money."】

His mother's voice was always sharp, like a sharpened knife, and every word would pierce the eardrums of people.

【"The affairs of the court, our Qiao family can't take care of it, and we won't take care of it."】

【"Mu Yun'er, my good boy, my lifeblood... don't deal with those people, do you remember..."】

The woman in the shadow waved the token in her hand towards him.

The word Chizhengfu was painted in vermilion.

The aunts of the Qiao family have never allowed the Qiao family to have any relationship with the Chizheng Mansion.

In her eyes, Qiao Muyun was naturally a part of the Qiao family.

Qiao Muyun closed her eyes, then walked to the window as if nothing had happened, pretending to check the surroundings, opened the window and looked out, at the same time, with her back turned to Liu Da Mama, Qiao Muyun pressed her palms and pointed towards the window. Accumulated snow, shooting out several strands of dark energy.

There were several depressions on the snow without a sound, and looking over it suddenly, it looked like the traces of the person who was good at lightness kung fu.

"Well, the person who killed someone is probably the person that the Palace of Bliss is looking for."

Qiao Muyun pretended to have just seen the footprints on the snow, and called the eldest mother to check.

"What? Young master, you mean, there was really a strong person who sneaked into our Tianxian Pavilion before?"

The eldest mother turned pale with fright, and said in surprise.

Qiao Muyun nodded solemnly.

"That's right. That man probably hid in our Tianxian Pavilion secretly to avoid being hunted by the Palace of Bliss. He was accidentally seen by this unlucky girl, and in a hurry, he killed someone to silence him. Look at his footprints. After killing someone, he also committed suicide. Knowing that I can't hide it for too long, I have already left first and fled outside."

"Then, before that..."

"Before I got drunk and killed the people in the Palace of Bliss, I really blamed them."

Qiao Muyun revealed a look of regret at the right time, and said in a low voice.

The eldest mother's lips moved slightly, but in the end she didn't say a word, and her face was extremely ugly.

Qiao Muyun sighed, and said: "But it is precisely because of this that the fact that outsiders are hiding in the Tianxian Pavilion and even killed the girl in the building will be less and less known. Otherwise, the Bliss Palace will seize this matter It's really troublesome to make a fuss... Now that Dou Huakui is ready for everything, it's only due to Dongfeng, and at the critical moment, we must not let other people take the lead."

The eldest mother obviously thought of something with Qiao Muyun, and nodded quickly.

"Then what do you mean, young master..."

"Let's keep this matter a secret for now, and then send someone to check around after Dou Huakui's business is over. I will also go to the Palace of Bliss to make amends."

So far, Qiao Muyun forcibly suppressed the arrival of the people from Chizheng's mansion.

The eldest mother bowed and retreated outside the door. Qiao Muyun heard her calling for someone to clean up the house. He sighed, but the breath that slowly came out from his lungs seemed to carry the coldness of years of snow. meaning.

But at the moment when he turned to leave, an extremely subtle chill pierced his back like an embroidery needle.

At this moment, Qiao Muyun suddenly turned his head and looked out of the window, only to see a figure appeared on the cold snow downstairs at some point.

It was a monk.Judging from his attire, the monk was very down and out.

In such a cold weather, he only wore a shabby sackcloth and stepped on the snow with bare feet.

The moment Qiao Muyun saw him, the monk seemed to have noticed the gaze from upstairs, and he raised his head to look at Qiao Muyun, revealing a handsome face.

The monk's skin was as white as snow.

And his eyes are also very cold, colder than Xue.

Qiao Muyun has never seen such a human-like person——

The monk looked like a demon.

His body reacted faster than himself. The moment he looked at the monk, the Yang Zhuan Gong in his body suddenly operated to the extreme.

Qiao Muyun had never felt such intense fear.

Cold sweat slowly dripped down his forehead, collecting drop by drop on his chin, and then dripping drop by drop onto his clothes.

Yang Zhuan Gong had already reached its peak, Qiao Muyun only felt that her Qi sea was shaking, her inner palace was in severe pain, and there were already signs of becoming obsessed.

But he didn't dare to move.

The energy was contained in his palm, but he couldn't even do the small movement of raising his arm.

Because that monk was looking at him.

The light gradually dimmed.

Light gray clouds gathered in the sky, and fine snowflakes were falling one after another.

It's snowing again.

The monk's pupils reflected the gray sky and white snowflakes, and the tattered sackcloth swirled up, as if his whole body was about to melt in the snow.

Qiao Muyun didn't move, and neither did the monk.

The latter just stood there quietly, raised his head, and looked at Qiao Muyun intently——

Do not--

wrong--

Qiao Muyun was startled, and suddenly realized something.

The monk was not looking at him.

From the beginning to the end, that terrifying monk who looked like a demon was just looking up at a certain place in Tianxian Pavilion.