Chapter 688: Illusion

Zhu Bingshen cupped his hands at the black jade plaque, "Senior Wude, in order to make a picture for you, we hired the best craftsmen."

"The better the craftsman, the more I like it."

The God of Five Virtues was overjoyed, "What's the name of that craftsman? Where is the excellence? Can you call him over and let me have a look?"

Zhu Bingshen said: "Senior's request, we will try our best to meet it. Xu Yi, you call He Qingjun."

As he spoke, Zhu Bingshen instructed a shrewd and capable man in his early thirties beside him.

This man's name is Xu Yi, and he is the person in charge of the alliance stationed in this area. His strength is not very strong. He is only in the early stage of the fourth realm of Mortal Realm, and he is enough to deal with ordinary evil spirits and zombies.

"Yes, Elder Zhu!"

Xu Yi folded his arms and left, and went to call the craftsman He Qingjun.

Zhu Bingshen took the opportunity to introduce He Qingjun to Wude Shenjun and said: "Senior Wude, this craftsman named He Qingjun used to make a living by making statues, a handicraft handed down from his family."

"After our world mutated, an ancient book that was passed down by his family that recorded sculpting skills mutated. After He Qingjun learned the skills in the book, he kept improving, and his level of sculpting became higher."

"It is said that even if ordinary materials are used to shape the gods created by his hands, the gods molded will still have a trace of divine power and a shallow divinity."

"Such a craftsman is exactly what I want!" Wude Shenjun shouted with satisfaction.

Xiao Mu watched quietly, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

He brought the jade tablet of the god of five virtues to the scene of the statue, but he just took the god of five virtues to see the statue and set up a temple, which has nothing to do with him.

Footsteps sounded, and Xu Yi, who had just left not long ago, came back in a hurry.

His footsteps were hurried, flustered, and he showed a gaffe. Beside him, followed by a simple and honest man in his early forties.

Seems like an accident?

Xiao Mu's expression moved slightly, and he saw some problems from Xu Yi's expression.

Then, as expected, after walking quickly in front of Zhu Bingshen, Xu Yi cupped his hands, with a worried expression on his face, "Old Zhu Yuan, something happened. The craftsman He Qingjun passed away suddenly last night."

"Dead? I remember that He Qingjun was in good health, and he would live another thirty or forty years without any problem. Why did he die suddenly? Did he encounter a ghost zombie?"

Zhu Bingshen raised his hand, although he tried his best to restrain himself, he lost his composure.

"This one is He Qingjun's son, He Jianchang. Xiao He, please tell Elder Zhu about your father's sudden death yesterday." Xu Yi introduced casually.

"Yes, Mr. Xu."

The honest man He Jianchang seemed very reserved, and he stuttered in front of Xu Yi. He first said hello to Zhu Bingshen, "Hello, Mr. Zhu Yuan. I am He Jianchang, the son of He Qingjun."

"Xiaohe, hello, did your father, He Qingjun, encounter a ghost zombie? I remember that he was in good health. He didn't meet a ghost zombie, so why did he die suddenly?"

Zhu Bingshen's attitude towards He Jianchang was kind, without any airs, but he was extremely surprised by He Qingjun's sudden death.

He Jianchang said cautiously: "Master Zhu Yuan, my father He Qingjun didn't encounter a ghost zombie. He suddenly became a mutant and died of a mental disorder."

"Suddenly became a mutant?"

Zhu Bingshen frowned, followed closely but shook his head and said, "Xiaohe, you are mistaken. Becoming a mutant will not lead to insanity. Are you sure that your father became a mutant and then became insane?"

"It's true, Elder Zhu Yuan, I dare not lie to you! My father did become insane after he became a mutant." Seeing that Zhu Bingshen didn't believe him, He Jianchang immediately became nervous.

Zhu Bingshen shook his head lightly, "It's not that I don't believe it, but I really shouldn't. Becoming a mutant will not lead to mental disorders."

"Xiaohe, how did your dad become a mutant? Did he practice cheats? Or did he eat the mutant fruit?"

He Jianchang replied nervously, "This... I don't know."

As he said that, the simple and honest man reached into his pocket tremblingly and took out a piece of spiritual iron, held it up respectfully with both hands, and handed it to Zhu Bingshen, as if to prove something, "Old Zhu Yuan, the fingerprints on this piece of spiritual iron , it was pinched out after my dad became a mutant."

Xiao Mu took the opportunity to look at the spirit iron in He Jianchang's hand.

It was a square piece with a length, width, and height of about five, four, and three centimeters. There was a trace of dark yellow metal in the white. It was a spiritual iron formed from ordinary steel after the mutation of this world. It could be used to forge Spirit soldiers, compared with ordinary steel, are more than ten times harder.

On the front of the spirit iron, there was a deep blood fingerprint, about two centimeters deep, which was made by pressing the thumb of the right hand on the spirit iron.

And when the thumb was pressed on the spirit iron, the finger surface seemed to be stained with blood, so that when he pressed the spirit iron, the blood was pressed into the spirit iron.

It seems that He Qingjun has really become a mutant, otherwise he would not be able to leave bloody fingerprints on the spirit iron, but he should not go crazy after becoming a mutant. Could it be that He Qingjun's madness is due to other reasons and has nothing to do with becoming a mutant ?

Looking at the spirit iron, Xiao Mu couldn't help but feel confused.

His attitude was the same as Zhu Bingshen's, and he didn't think that He Qingjun's madness had anything to do with becoming a mutant.

But right after, he suddenly noticed something and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It smells so strong and bloody!

Xiao Mu frowned, and his eyes fell on the spirit iron in He Jianchang's hand, looking at the bloody fingerprints left by the thumbprint on the spirit iron.

In the blood left by the bloody fingerprints, Xiao Mu smelled a strong bloody smell, and there was an ancient and decaying smell in this bloody smell, which gave him the feeling that the bloodstain had existed for thousands or even tens of thousands of years Yes, the age of the bloodstains is too long, so that there is a pungent smell in the blood.

Zhu Bingshen, who was not from a Taoist background, obviously didn't notice the abnormality of the blood left on the spirit iron. After he took the spirit iron and carefully observed the thumbprint on it for a moment, he looked at He Jianchang, "Forget it, it seems that your father really become mutants."

"But insanity, maybe it's just a coincidence. Don't think about it. It has nothing to do with being a mutant. It's very safe to be a mutant. Well, bury your father properly. If you need any help, tell Xu Yi that the alliance will Help you as much as you can."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu Yuan, thank you!"

He Jianchang was a little panicked, and apologized to Zhu Bingshen full of anxiety.

"Xiao Xu, you send Xiao He back, and by the way, call another craftsman, Yuan Wei, and ask him to erect a statue for Senior Wu De." Zhu Bingshen waved his hand and ordered Xu Yi to send He Jianchang back.

"Yes, Elder Zhu."

Xu Yi cupped his hands, and then greeted He Jianchang, "Xiao He, come with me, I'll take you home."

"No, I can go by myself, and I dare not bother you, Mr. Xu."

He Jianchang responded in panic. Although Xu Yi only had the strength of the fourth realm of Mortal Realm, his status in the eyes of ordinary people was quite high, and He Jianchang didn't dare to bother him.

At this time, Xiao Mu suddenly said: "Old Zhu Yuan, why don't you let me send Mr. Xiao He back?"

"Xiao Xiao, you want to send Xiao He back?"

Zhu Bingshen glanced at Xiao Mu unexpectedly, with a bit of confusion in his expression, as if he couldn't figure out why Xiao Mu offered to send He Jianchang back.

Zhu Bingshen didn't want to reject Xiao Mu, and Xiao Mu's proposal didn't make him feel embarrassed, so he smiled and said, "Since Xiao Xiao offered to send Xiao He back, please send him back. I have no objection." "Xiao Xu, go and invite Yuan Wei here, and ask him to explain the establishment of the temple to Senior Wu De."

"Yes, Elder Zhu."

Xu Yi agreed, then gave Xiao Mu a strange look, turned around and called Yuan Wei to go. Like Zhu Bingshen, he couldn't figure out why Xiao Mu offered to send He Jianchang back, but he didn't care, so he didn't mean to ask.

"Mr. He, please!"

Xiao Mu waved his hand at He Jianchang and made a gesture of please, asking him to go first.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be!"

He Jianchang responded to Xiao Mu in a panic, and walked sideways to lead the way, "Is that Mr. Xiao? Please follow me!"

As soon as the two walked out of the scene, a special driver opened a car and stopped in front of them. Xiao Mula opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, and turned around to greet He Jianchang, "Mr. He, please get in the car, I I want to see your father's body."

"Okay, Mr. Xiao, I'll take you to see it." The simple and honest man He Jianchang couldn't figure out why Xiao Mu wanted to see his father's body, but he didn't dare to refuse. In fact, he didn't want to refuse either.

In his opinion, the death of his father He Qingjun was strange, and he wished that a strong man from the alliance would come to his home to have a look.

After He Jianchang got into the car, the driver started the car and drove directly to He's house. It took about an hour and a half to reach the destination.

The sounds of women and children crying could be faintly heard from the He family, which has a single family.

"It's my mother, my wife, my child, and my father who passed away suddenly. The whole family is very sad."

He Jianchang said to Xiao Mu, with a bitter look on his brows.

After the world mutated, the world became bigger, and it became difficult to visit relatives and friends. He Qingjun passed away last night, and his relatives and friends could not come for a while.

Xiao Mu nodded, and sniffed lightly with his nose. The strong ancient and decadent smell in the air seemed to be stronger, stronger than the smell on the spirit iron in He Jianchang's hand.

"Mr. Xiao, please come in!"

He Jianchang pushed open the door and invited Xiao Mu to enter.

Xiao Mu entered He's house and first glanced at the courtyard.

The He family's yard is not small, about two to three hundred square meters. There are more than a dozen trees planted in the yard, among which three are mutated fruit trees.

But right now, the yard was obviously damaged. Not only were there several big pits in the yard, but even a dozen or so trees were pushed down to seven or eight.

"My dad did it after he lost his mind." Seeing Xiao Mu paying attention to the yard, He Jianchang explained with a wry smile.

Xiao Mu nodded, without saying anything, He Jianchang led him into the living room, which is the so-called main room.

In the middle of the main room, there is a black coffin.

Under the main room, on both sides of the coffin, two women and two children were kneeling on the ground in white linen clothes, weeping intermittently.

He Jianchang walked over and whispered something to the two women.

The two women stopped crying, stood up at the same time and turned their heads to look at Xiao Mu, then nodded to Xiao Mu, and walked out of the main room with the child.

"Mr. Xiao, I don't know what you want to see, please just watch it."

As soon as the two women left, He Jianchang returned to Xiao Mu's side, with a very respectful demeanor and tone of voice.

"Can I open the coffin and have a look?"

Xiao Mu asked He Jianchang very politely.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Xiao, just look at it!"

He Jianchang agreed without any consideration.

"Trouble for you."

Xiao Mu nodded apologetically at He Jianchang, strode to the side of the coffin, pressed the lid of the coffin with both hands, and then pushed it lightly.

The black coffin was pushed away by Xiao Mu, and the pungent, stinky, ancient and decaying bloody smell immediately emitted from the coffin, which was at least a hundred times stronger than the smell Xiao Mu smelled when he was at the door.

But immediately after, when Xiao Mu looked down into the coffin, he couldn't help being stunned.

The coffin was empty, and the wooden plank at the bottom of the coffin was completely stained black red by the blood, and the black red blood seemed to be full of corrosion, so that the bottom plank of the coffin was completely corroded by the blood, and a big hole appeared.

"How...how did this happen? Where's my dad?"

He Jianchang leaned over and took a look into the coffin, and immediately fell into a daze.

He stared at the coffin with straight eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.

But immediately after, he yelled and rushed towards the coffin.

"Mr. He, don't be impulsive, this blood is corrosive and will hurt you."

Xiao Mu stopped He Jianchang, put one hand on the side of the coffin, lifted the black coffin and moved it aside.

Under the coffin, the black and red blood further corroded the concrete floor, seeping through the concrete floor and entering the ground.

"This...how did this happen? What happened to my father's body?" He Jianchang screamed again in despair, his eyes fixed on the concrete floor.

Looking at that posture, if Xiao Mu hadn't stopped him, he might have rushed to the concrete floor long ago.

Xiao Mu shook his head, this scene was really weird, beyond his expectation.

He Qingjun's body seemed to be corroded by that ancient blood, and the blood turned into the coffin and seeped into the ground.

Xiao Mu told He Jianchang his speculation.

"How did this happen? Why did this happen?"

He Jianchang yelled repeatedly, unable to believe it at all.

"Mr. He, do you know if your father got anything strange in the past few days before he was alive?"

Xiao Mu thought about it and asked a question.

If nothing else happened, He Qingjun's death should be related to that kind of ancient corrosive blood.

"Something? What is it?" He Jianchang's eyes were dull, lacking the ability to think for a while.

Xiao Mu said patiently: "Think about it, has your father acquired anything special recently? Like antiques?"

"Antique? No."

He Jianchang shook his head, but then suddenly thought of something, "My dad picked up a black jade square pendant from outside the day before yesterday. I wonder if it counts?"

black jade?

Xiao Mu's heart moved, and he immediately said: "Maybe it's it, Mr. He, can you let me see that black jade pendant?"

"Mr. Xiao wait a moment."

He Jianchang lifted his spirits and walked out of the main room. Not long after, he came back with a square black jade pendant as big as a finger belly.

"Mr. Xiao, this is the black jade pendant, please take a look."

With that said, He Jianchang handed the square black jade pendant to Xiao Mu.