The dark night was silent.
The coffin placed in the mortuary's Daoist room did not move at all in the dark night.
It was 1 AM in the morning. There was no sound from the dormitory on the street. Even the night watchman had not made a sound for a long time.
On the streets, flashing black figures quickly flew through the streets and alleys, shuttling through the night.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.
Outside Fuyi Hall, a pitch-black figure was leaning against the wall, his entire body covered in black.
Qin Jing, who was wearing a night suit and a tight-fitting suit, looked at the door plate and slightly turned inside.
As early as two days ago, he had already made all the preparations and found out the location of Fu Yi Hall.
This afternoon, after seeing Old Master Ren's corpse that had turned into a corpse on the mountain, Qin Jing's every word was as if nothing was wrong, as if he did not know anything. He didn't make a sound, nor did he do anything unusual.
And this was because he already had his own plans.
Ever since the teahouse knew that Old Master Ren was the greatest threat in this world, he had been preparing to take action and wait for the right time to eliminate him.
He was definitely not someone who could watch zombies and kill wantonly. Even though he didn't seem to care at all.
Perhaps more zombies would appear if the zombies bit people, but this method would cause innocent people to suffer heavy casualties and turn the peaceful Qingshan Town into a land of death.
He was afraid that he could not do this. Although it had only been a few days, he already had a different feeling about this place. Tingting and Old Master Ren were both good people. He did not want any of them to be hurt because of this.
At the very least, nothing could happen to them here!
If he could kill wantonly for his own benefit, even his personality would be distorted!
Although Qin Jing's expression was cold, he was not as cold-blooded as a snake. He could not feel anything towards someone who cared about him.
And this time, it was to eliminate this threat that had yet to grow up and wipe it out in the bud.
At the beginning of the opening of the coffin, Old Master Ren would never let anyone burn the corpse. Qin Jing naturally would not say some meaningless nonsense for no reason.
Words could not withstand a single blow in the face of so-called reality!
Since he didn't want to burn it, then he would do it. He would directly kill the zombie before it became strong.
……
He cautiously swept his gaze to both sides. Under the faint moonlight, he could not see a single person.
Qin Jing swayed his body slightly and entered a corner by the wall. In the next second, he used his feet to support himself on the ground and leaped up. His open hands supported the angle between the two sides of the wall. The tip of his toes heavily tapped on the wall. Using the rebound force, he flipped his body and jumped up. His head was down and his feet were up. He grabbed the roof of the wall.
Qin Jing loosened his hands and bent his fingertips. He pressed lightly against the wall. In the next moment, Qin Jing's entire body was like a fluttering willow leaf, rising up.
He bent his knees and squatted on the wall, looking at the quiet courtyard.
In his eyes, there was nothing but two black lambs chewing their mouths.
Qin Jing bent his body, his feet moving quickly on the wall.
Swoosh ~
With a slight air-breaking sound, Qin Jing's entire body flipped onto the roof.
His hands landed on the tiles behind his back, making a slight sound, but it was not eye-catching.
Qin Jing heaved a sigh of relief. He adjusted his posture and slowly walked forward.
If it was the mortuary, the place where the coffin should be placed should be here!
A few days ago, Qin Jing had passed by this place with the others. He had taken a cursory look but did not go deep. With his appearance, it would be troublesome if he had entered this place before. After all, it was almost impossible for anyone who had seen him to forget him.
Qin Jing gently lifted a few tiles below and lowered his head to look inside.
In the darkness, there were only two candlelight lights. However, it was not a coffin below, but two people sleeping soundly, Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng.
Qiu Sheng didn't go back today. Instead, he stayed here to prevent any accidents.
The two of them each had a shop and were sleeping soundly.
Qin Jing glanced at it and put the tiles back where they were. He moved his feet lightly and moved six to seven meters southeast.
He lifted the tiles again.
There was no light in the dark room, but it was filled with the smell of burning incense. Qin Jing lowered his head and looked inside. With the faint moonlight outside the window, he could see a black coffin below. The surface of the coffin reflected a strange pale yellow light, which looked like a grid.
That's right, it's definitely this!
That was the color of spiritual energy. Ordinary people could not discover it at all. Only a god of death like Qin Jing could see it.
As for the coffin that was placed in Fu Yi Hall and was sealed with mana, at this moment, there was no need to think about it!
Other than the coffin, there was no one else around.
Across the hall, there were two people sleeping soundly outside the door. As long as they were careful and did not make any noise, it should be fine.
Qin Jing's gaze locked onto the skylight not far away from him and he put the tile back in his hand.
There were so many tiles, and the bottom was blocked by something, so they couldn't enter. However, the skylight above the wall could be opened from the outside with a little force. The size was enough to accommodate one person!
The spiritual energy in his arm shook open the skylight that had been painted black.
Squeak ~ Ya ~
With both hands, Qin Jing grabbed the old skylight and slowly pulled it apart.
His left hand gripped the edge of the skylight while his right hand hooked onto the wooden frame of the beam. At this moment, his body was lying horizontally, and his right foot was slowly falling down from the window.
Crash ~
His body swayed along with the gravity and made a slight sound.
At the critical moment, his left hand that had been released hooked onto the beam at the same time. Qin Jing wrapped around the beam, and his body slowly swayed with the air, gradually becoming restrained.
Looking at the coffin below, Qin Jing grabbed it slightly and looked at the window.
So, take action!
Qin Jing loosened his grip and let the figure fall from the beam frame with a soft swoosh. Qin Jing rolled sideways on the spot to remove the weight on his body.
However, when he was rolling, he accidentally bumped into the coffin frame with his toes. The frame moved with a slight squeaking sound in the dark night.
Qin Jing immediately hid under the coffin.
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