Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 19 Soul Calling

In Shen Anzhi's mind, the skill of "being sarcastic and unpleasant" probably didn't exist.

Hearing Zhu Wuyao's sarcasm, he shook his head slightly and said modestly:

"This is something I, as a disciple of the Star-Picking Tower, should concern myself with. Miss Zhu, there's something strange about this matter. Why don't you go back first?"

Zhu Wuyao replied irritably, "You're a good person, but I'm not. I went with you today because I was worried that you might encounter danger and delay my Qi cultivation."

The servant boy named Zhang Fu, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward and took the banner from Master Wuyan's hand.

The three arrived at the Longevity Inn.

Zhu Wuyao looked up at the plaque, which was already worn and had some cracks.

This wasn't a newly built inn; it had probably been around for quite some time. She chuckled to herself—it wasn't called "Tongfu Inn," but rather "Longevity."

The host managed to keep things under control; from the outside, there weren't many people gathered, so it seemed the news hadn't leaked out yet.

But as soon as he entered, without Zhang Fu leading the way, Zhu Wuyao saw the crowd gathered on the second floor.

Her gaze darkened slightly, and she pursed her lips.

The room where the incident occurred was the very one she had stayed in just a few days ago.

what happened……

Was it an accident, or was it meant to be aimed at her?

"Master Wuyan is here, everyone please make way!" Zhang Fu shouted as he squeezed a path through the crowd.

As Zhu Wuyao walked forward, she paid attention to the expressions of the people around her. Some of them had stayed for a few days and knew her name. At this moment, they were both panicked and excited, as if they wanted to see how she would solve the problem.

Some people looked puzzled and were asking around, probably because they had just moved in in the last couple of days.

The crowd's attitudes were roughly divided into two categories, but one person was different—a young man in a white shirt was staring intently at her.

Zhu Wuyao walked past him calmly, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

"Oh, Master Wuyan, you've finally arrived. What kind of trouble have we caused at this inn? Tell me, this gentleman..."

The landlord looked at the person next to Zhu Wuyao and took the initiative to ask.

Shen Anzhi cupped his hands in greeting and said, "I am Shen Anzhi, a disciple of Zhaixinglou."

"Master Shen! It's a pleasure to meet you."

The owner of the Longevity Inn was surnamed Meng. He looked worried. Zhu Wuyao carefully observed him and felt that his anxiety did not seem fake.

After explaining the general situation, Zhu Wu asked Boss Meng, "Who are the guests staying on his left and right sides?"

"His left side is empty; no one lived there last night. The right side is where this guest lives. Oh, he accidentally bumped into us this morning and called out."

Following the direction of Boss Meng's finger, Zhu Wuyao discovered that the person living to the right of the deceased was the young man in white who had been staring at her just moments before.

A slight chill ran through me.

She grabbed Shen Anzhi, who was about to use his spiritual energy to search for clues, and gestured for him to calm down.

Approaching the young man in white, he took the initiative to ask, "Did you hear any noise last night?"

The young man in white calmly returned the greeting and said, "Around midnight, I think I heard something fall."

Zhu Wuyao looked around the room. There were no items lying on the floor, but the table she used to write stories on was tilted at a large angle, probably because the deceased and the murderer had bumped into it and made a noise.

Zhu Wuyao looked up at the crowd and saw that they were no longer afraid, but were looking at him with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

After a moment of hesitation, she raised her head and said, "I need to summon the soul, please wait a moment."

After saying that, he pulled Shen Anzhi into the deceased's room and slammed the door shut.

"Brother Shen! Listen to me."

Just as Shen Anzhi was about to ask what the summoning of the soul was all about, he heard this whisper, so he stood up straight and nodded to indicate that he was listening.

Zhu Wuyao continued, "This is the room I stayed in a few days ago. The murderer may have come for me, and—"

She pointed to the tightly closed doors and windows and said, "The murderer may not be human."

In her past life, she had seen many stories of murders in locked rooms and heard tales of murderers imitating animal bite marks. Such crime scenes could be man-made, but she didn't say anything.

Not only that, she also didn't explain to Shen Anzhi the suspicious points about the young man in white.

Zhu Wuyao understood that Shen Anzhi was injured and could not recklessly use his spiritual power, while he himself was just a mortal.

If this matter involves supernatural powers or magic, then the two of them would be better off staying away from it for now.

Therefore, Zhu Wuyao deliberately exaggerated the matter, trying his best to back down.

She earnestly suggested, "Brother Shen, this matter is too risky. We need to seek support. Can you contact Zhaixinglou?"

Hearing Zhu Wuyao's attitude, Shen Anzhi hesitated and said, "Although it's possible, what if the murderer continues to commit crimes before they arrive?"

Hearing this, Zhu Wuyao breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's not necessary to be reckless.

She thought of the young man in white, who was truly suspicious. After a moment's hesitation, Zhu Wuyao said:

"Today, we'll stay in the room on the left and not do anything to avoid agitating the killer."

"That's all we can do." Shen Anzhi still looked somewhat worried.

Zhu Wuyao breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that they could get away with the murderer tonight.

She dissuaded Shen Anzhi from continuing his investigation, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the room, she went to the deceased's side.

Although I have watched many crime dramas, I do not have the expertise in this area and dare not speak presumptuously.

She could only try her best to remember all the details, so that at least when a professional came, if the body was not in good condition, she could check and fill in any gaps.

This was the first time she had ever been so close to a corpse.

A slightly stiff and strange-looking human body lay on the floor, the smell of blood assaulting Zhu Wuyao's face, causing him to frown and feel nauseous.

Her chest was ripped open, and she looked at the victim's chest with a start.

Zhu Wuyao raised his hand and touched the spot where his heart was beating, confirming that the missing piece was indeed where his heart was located.

His ribs were all broken, as if they had been ripped out.

Even without relevant knowledge, Zhu Wuyao remembered that ribs were very hard. She looked at the broken flesh and blood, gestured with her hands, and was somewhat taken aback.

It didn't seem like it was torn open, but rather a sharp claw as hard as steel bars ripped his heart out.

Zhu Wuyao frowned even more deeply.

The murderer was probably not human.

She even regretted suggesting that she stay here earlier.

She glanced up at Shen Anzhi, who was also squatting beside her, and found him increasingly displeasing. She sighed and decided to keep him company, even if it meant risking her life.

Shen Anzhi had also finished his general observation.

He was about to ask Zhu Wuyao what to do next when he saw her push open the door and bump into several people who were eavesdropping at the door.

Zhu Wuyao ignored them and instead loudly announced:

"Gentlemen, this person died with resentment. If you want to summon his soul, you can only wait until the seventh day after his death. At that time, you will know who the murderer is."

She deliberately made the time seem longer, afraid that the murderer would be driven to desperation.

Seeing the murmurs and fear on the faces of the crowd, Zhu Wuyao smiled slightly and continued:

"For the next seven days, this immortal and I will stay at the 'Longevity Inn' to suppress the spirit of the dead and prevent him from causing trouble. You can all rest assured."

Perhaps it was Zhu Wuyao's composed expression that comforted them, and the murmurs in the crowd immediately subsided.

Moreover, Zhu Wuyao's words just now were skillfully delivered.

She didn't say the murderer might be a demon, but rather implied that the deceased's spirit harbored resentment and might cause trouble.

To them, the vengeful spirit was sure to seek revenge on the murderer, and having someone as a scapegoat would make them feel much safer.