Chapter 721

Luo Mingzi's face was livid, and the chill on his body was even colder than the frost on the ground.

"Seal the perimeter! Junior Feng Feng Shixiong Zhang, check for residual Qi!"

"Junior Feng Feng Shixiong Li, examine the corpses!"

"Junior Feng Feng Shixiong Zhao, investigate the traces of the magic battle! Everyone else, be on guard!"

The elite of the Law Enforcement Hall were like arms and fingers, dispersing upon the order.

Some pinched incantations to ignite talismans, and wherever they passed, the blue smoke condensed without dispersing, and various traces appeared.

This was the "Image Manifestation Technique," which could use the reaction of Gang and Sha Qi to reveal traces of magic, the only drawback being that it had a time limit, and since the other party hadn't left long ago, it was just right.

Some lit a specially made white candle, the pale flames jumping, but the surroundings became even darker.

This was the "Spirit-Communicating Candle," which could make evil spirits briefly manifest light and shadow to investigate ghost-driving methods.

In the Law Enforcement Hall, there were quite a few such auxiliary one-time magic artifacts, and the ones used by the Law Enforcement Hall headquarters in the capital were naturally more advanced.

Soon, they made a discovery.

"They used magic arrays to set traps!"

"There are a large number of evil spirits remaining, and the resentment is extremely deep!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Mingzi frowned and whispered: "Something is not right..."

Even if it were a sneak attack, to be able to instantly behead the large group of soldiers from the Commandant's Office without them even firing a shot, the ambushers must be experts, but not cleaning up the traces after casting the spell was the performance of a blockhead.

What kind of people are they...

Luo Mingzi's gaze was like a hawk, scanning the messy hoofprints and footprints on both sides of the official road.

It could be seen that the battle broke out in a hurry and ended even faster, the footprints were chaotic, but they disappeared after leaving the vicinity.

In the trees!

Luo Mingzi leaped onto a tree branch and indeed found many footprints.

"Their movement techniques are all good, not one is mediocre."

Thinking of this, he leaped down again, squatting beside the body of a frozen captain, prying open his stiff jaw, and immediately found a slight charred blackness on the tip of his tongue.

"Feng Feng Shixiong, this is a sign of intense shock to the divine soul while alive." A Daoist beside him whispered: "Tongue against the upper palate, it should be that they were instantly shrouded in a massive illusion."

"They were invaded by evil spirits!"

Luo Mingzi nodded and looked at the chest of the corpse, tearing open the shattered clothing.

The fatal wound appeared, a long, narrow wound piercing into the heart from under the ribs.

The edges of the wound were smooth, with fine serrated tears.

"The blade is sharp, killing with one blow; this... is not the style of Central Plains weaponry."

Several people looked at each other and quickly checked the bodies of other soldiers who had been killed at close range, and the wounds were surprisingly similar.

"Feng Feng Shixiong, this cutting mark is heavy and condensed, but the way of exerting force is like chopping and picking; have you ever seen it?"

A young Daoist couldn't help but ask.

Luo Mingzi frowned first, then a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, "It's a 'Wakizashi'!"

He said in a deep voice: "This is a short sword commonly used by Japanese samurai! Its unique thousand-hammered blade leaves this fine tearing wound; I once went to Luoyang to clean up the aftermath, and it was extremely similar to this wound."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.

A young Daoist looked around and said incredulously: "Japanese magic is so strong?"

Luo Mingzi said in a deep voice: "I fear experts have come; release the spiritual dogs and follow the traces to find them!"

However, everyone tracked them all the way, but lost the other party's trail halfway.

Looking at the city wall in the morning light in the distance, everyone had an ugly expression...

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"Japanese?"

Outside the Hundred Crafts Building, Li Yan was somewhat surprised.

"Indeed."

A young Daoist from the Law Enforcement Hall shook his head helplessly: "The drawings were lost, the Commandant's Office suffered heavy casualties, and those Wala people and Nanyang envoys who were taken away didn't survive."

"His Majesty was furious, and Feng Feng Shixiong Luo Mingzi was reprimanded in the palace for two full hours. This time, he lost a lot of face; those foreign envoys have all submitted petitions expressing their dissatisfaction, and even the Commandant of the Commandant's Office, Master Lu, is very dissatisfied with us."

"Feng Feng Shixiong Luo has already captured the Prince Hai Commandery and is currently interrogating him in the prison. Feng Feng Shixiong asked me to come and ask Li Li Shaoxia, you fought those Japanese pirates in Luoyang, have you ever seen this kind of magic?"

Li Yan shook his head, "The Japanese magic is good at driving ghosts, called Shikigami. We killed an expert back then who was very proficient in this way, and the ghost he drove was called 'Aoyandon-onna'; this should be a similar magic."

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, the young Daoist was somewhat disappointed.

Li Yan turned his head to look at the Hundred Crafts Building again and said in a deep voice: "The magic artifact we are refining is at a critical moment, and after a while, the academy students will enroll, and these masters will all be busy, so they really can't spare the time."

"But I recommend one person; he has dealt with the Japanese many times and should be able to help you."

The young Daoist's eyes lit up, and he bowed: "Please give me your guidance, Li Li Shaoxia."

"Commandant of the Commandant's Office, Tian Hua!"

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Outside the gate of the Mystic Xuan Xuan Jisi, Tian Hua looked at the plaque above and sighed slightly.

This Commandant Tian was the ruthless man who was ordered to track down Zhao Changsheng back then, got acquainted with Li Yan at Liangzi Lake, and followed the Jianmu clues all the way from Sichuan to the south.

It was a pity that he suffered heavy losses in the south, all the brothers he brought died, and only he survived alone.

Before the Tianjin shelling case, it was he who handed the token to Li Yan, allowing the local Commandant's Office to cooperate, which reduced the losses.

But after successfully transferring to the capital, some things didn't go so smoothly.

Because of the failure in the south, he had been under investigation for these days; although he didn't suffer physical torture and his official position wasn't stripped, those few colleagues who were sarcastic still tortured him until he was exhausted.

At any time, there are those who do the work and those who manage the work.

Those who do the work are good at doing the work.

Those who manage the work are good at tossing people around.

For him, these still couldn't be counted as anything.

The most painful thing was that when he slept every night, he would often be woken up by the terrible scenes of that time.

He didn't expect that he would be able to get out of the investigation because of this Japanese matter.

After calming his mood, Commandant Tian hurried into the Mystic Xuan Xuan Jisi.

"Master Tian, you finally came."

A Daoist hurried out to welcome him and led him toward the main building.

This Commandant Tian was also one of the people who captured Zhao Changsheng and was familiar with the people of the Mystic Xuan Xuan Jisi.

Not long after, the two came to the dark prison.

"Master Tian."

Seeing Commandant Tian enter the door, Luo Mingzi hurriedly stepped forward, full of apologies: "You have suffered, the matter in the south, I once pleaded with His Majesty, but the Commandant's Office..."

"I understand, Daoist, no need to say more."

Commandant Tian hurriedly bent down and bowed, saying in a deep voice: "As long as we can exterminate Jianmu, these things of mine are nothing."

Luo Mingzi patted him on the shoulder, not having time to comfort him, and led him into a prison cell.

Inside the prison cell, a person was covered in blood, tied to a wooden frame.