782: C782 The Scene of the Tragedy

C782 The Scene of the Tragedy

There, an egg-sized Qi Yuan Essence was condensed.

Thinking back to when Ren Qianyuv had just entered the Grandmaster Realm, the primeval essence in his body was only the size of a pinky.

Even though he had cultivated to the level of a grandmaster of the fifth level, he was still only at this size.

In order to multiply his strength, the true essence within his body would also need to expand. Only then would he be able to better accommodate the energy flow.

If he wanted to obtain the strength of the woman beside Qin Jiangyi, this Pure Qi Yuan Qi would need to be increased by more than twofold.

This was not an easy task. Although cultivation focused on talent and hard work, it also focused on luck and coincidence.

The healing holy land he had encountered in the Shennong Slope barbarians had helped him create a true tyrannical body. If he wanted to improve his strength further, he would have to obtain a better opportunity.

Ah!

Ren Qianyuv, who was concentrating on recovering, was suddenly awakened by a scream upstairs.

The sound did not travel to his ears through the vibration of the air.

Since Ren Qianyuv needed to cultivate, he intentionally released his state of mind and paid close attention to his surroundings in order to identify the spiritual energy in the surroundings and absorb it.

But this sudden voice naturally stirred his mind at the very first moment.

Ren Qianyuv was curious. Why would something like this happen in such an ordinary inn?

He felt an unusual presence. Originally, he had always felt that it was very cold upstairs, with not many people resting at all.

But now, he could clearly feel that this aura was extraordinary and could not be treated as normal!

After taking a deep breath, Ren Qianyuv calmed himself down, put on his clothes and jumped up from the window.

Originally, he did not want to bother with this matter. However, after sensing that extraordinary aura, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was off.

For some reason, he felt that this aura was similar to the strange aura in the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range.

Through the window at the corner of the stairs, he strode up a few steps and was stopped by a guard.

The two guards were expressionless. They didn't even look at Ren Qianyuv as they said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, there's a gas leak up there. It's in the process of being repaired. Don't go near it!"

"Gas leak? "What a bluff!"

It's not like he couldn't go up. If he didn't want to leave by the stairs, he had plenty of ways!

This time, Ren Qianyuv directly jumped up from the window at the corner, pushed open a window in the room and walked in.

Arriving at the gloomy corridor, the interior was incomparably gloomy. Light flickered, and there were even exposed wires crackling with sparks.

There were a few people staying upstairs, but when they heard the abnormal sound, the security guards chased the curious guests back to their rooms.

Although this attitude was average, every cent was worth nothing.

Taking advantage of the guards' lack of attention, Ren Qianyuv moved so fast that even his shadow could not be seen, and he directly arrived at the door of room 4.

There were streaks of blood on the wall that extended to the door of room 4. The stench of blood in the room was the strongest. It should be the location of the incident.

Some of the security guards were patrolling in the corridor, some were watching the situation in the room, and Ren Qianyuv was deliberately hiding, so they didn't notice anything strange.

Ren Qianyuv walked into the shadows of the room. When he saw the positions of the people being surrounded, his pupils couldn't help but constrict.

In the middle of the large room, a man in a bathrobe was lying down. He was almost naked, and his neck had been bitten into bits and pieces; it was a mess of flesh and blood.1

Because of the ruptured arteries, a large amount of blood leaked out and congealed on top of it after cooling down. From afar, it looked like a pile of blood had been poured on top of it.

Originally, this was just an ordinary murder case, but the lower part of the bathrobe man's body was badly mutilated. If there were no accidents, that part of his body should have been hollowed out.

Ren Qianyuv slightly frowned, his eyes were extremely cold.

Who or what had killed him so cruelly?

At this moment, beside the corpse, there were two people squatting and examining injuries.

One was an older old man, while the other was still young.

No matter how you looked at it, these two did not look like forensic pathologists.

The old man had a goatee and was wearing a gray robe. He was mumbling something, as if he was a Daoist cultivator giving the dead souls away.

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