Yi Han stripped all their clothes and then carefully checked their bodies with gloves. Qingfeng and Bai Tong came in at some point. One of them took a small notebook to record for him, and the other went to help Xu Xianyi search their clothes bit by bit.

Lou Zichen felt curious. When he walked in, he saw the white corpse lined up side by side on the wooden board. He felt his eyes were hurt and he turned his head over, "How could it be like this..."

Yi Han glanced at him, his face full of confusion, "Why can't you?"

Qingfeng said seriously to Lou Zichen: "Senior Brother Lou, this is an autopsy, which is a very sacred thing."

Lou Zichen was dazed, "Is this a very sacred thing in your lower realm? But isn't this offense? Why is it sacred?"

Qingfeng looked at Yi Han and said the standard answer, "Because it can help the victims find out the cause of their death and the murderer who killed them."

Lou Zichen: "...No need, right? I know the cause of their death and who the murderer was... Bah, what murderer, we are obviously defending ourselves, and by the way, you have killed a lot, right?"

Yi Han looked helpless and said, "The autopsy can also know a lot of information about them. For example, nine out of the eleven of them are sword cultivators, and only two are Dharma cultivators."

He picked up one of the people's palms and signaled Lou Zichen to see, "And their living conditions should be pretty good. There are no other calluses or scars on their hands except for the calluses sharpened by practicing swords."

Lou Zichen: "...It's all in the Nascent Soul stage, who hasn't had many slaves, and there are magic, how can there be other cocoons? Not to mention scars."

Yi Han shook his head, "It's different. The real pampering life is different from the ones that come back later. These people should be dead soldiers trained by a certain force, otherwise they should also be disciples who value them very much. Since childhood, I don't have to worry about anything except practice."

He said, "If you don't talk about us, just Senior Brother Lei. In addition to the calluses left by the sword, you can also see traces of peeling monster skins and mining."

Lou Zichen: "...Isn't that a trace of experience?"

"Yes, but they don't have it?" Yi Han raised his eyes and looked at Lou Zichen and said, "There is no trace of refining weapons, no smell of refining alchemy? There is no cocoon to hold a pen? In other words, they do not practice digging for treasures, nor do they hunt monsters to use demon pills and various materials. They are neither weapon refining experts? They are not alchemists and talisman masters? What do they use to support their own cultivation?"

Even if the status is as valuable as Lei Yuan, you have to go to practice digging grass, mining and demon pills; if you have talent like Lou Zichen, you have to refine weapons, but there are no traces on them.

Yi Han prefers that they are monks like the dead soldiers trained by a certain force.

He is very familiar with this model.

"And, they should live in wet places for a long time, and the climate is not bad? It should be in the East or South."

Lou Zichen's eyebrows and eyes twitched slightly, "Southern and Donglu? That is the Tianxing Sect and Cangyan Sect, oh? The headquarters of the Cultivator Alliance is also in Donglu."

Thinking that the people from Tianxing Sect and Cangyan Sect said they didn’t know them, Lou Zichen frowned and said, “Is it the people from the Cultivator Alliance?”

Yi Han shook his head? "It doesn't look like it." But he didn't say absolutely.

Lou Zichen couldn't help but be curious? "Why don't they look like it?"

"Because they give me the feeling that they don't have that ability." After all, they have made enemies with the Cultivator Alliance? And they have not made enemies once, so Yi Han has collected a lot of information about the Cultivator Alliance in the past two years. It can be said that he has more knowledge about the Cultivator Alliance than those of Yijianmen and Chihong Sect.

If the management department said this, Minister Xu would definitely spray him to death. Can the case be handled by feeling?

But here is OK, Lou Zichen agreed as soon as he heard it and did not continue to ask.

Yi Han looked at it one by one and wrote down all the information he could see. Then he took off his gloves and threw it aside, looking at Xu Xian who was still squatting on the ground, "Is there any clue?"

Xu Xian threw out eleven underwear, "Does this count?"

Yi Han took a look and said, "The same material?"

"Not bad, the same material and the same needlework. I've seen it. It has dark patterns on it, and the material is good. When I go out, I can find some cloth shops to ask."

Yi Han asked: "Is it a robes? Is there a magic circle?"

Xu Xian's palm floated up and swept it around and nodded, "That's right, it's a velvet."

That's better to find.

Yi Han found several evidence bags from the space to give him, "Pack up."

Xu Xian pinched a piece of clothing and stuffed it in, disgusted him, "How many things did you bring?"

Yi Han thought for a while and said, "When I ascended, I only gave me some gifts from relatives and friends. You should ask me what I didn't bring."

Once something like this is stuffed in, who else can he give it to unless it is used up?

Xu Xian couldn't speak.

Lou Zichen looked at this and then that, and his intuition was not right, and he couldn't help asking: "What did you... do you do when you were in the lower realm before?"

Yi Han smiled slightly and said, "What else can I do? Just practice."

Xu Xian grinned his teeth and pointed at himself with a thumbs up, "I, a sect master, the most famous sect leader in the lower world at that time. Yi Han and his grandfathers would respectfully call me when they saw me."

Yi Han smiled slightly, "Yes, Master Xu, your senior sister is here."

Lin Qingwan stood at the door of the tent and asked, "Can I go in?"

Master Xu:...

Yi Han said with a smile: "Wait for a while."

With a wave of his hand, the clothes on the ground flew up and covered the body with a huh, and then Lin Qingwan came in after being tightly covered.

Lin Qingwan lifted the tent and came in, "How is it?"

Qingfeng handed her the booklet he had written, and Yi Han said, "I can only wait until I go out and check it. What should I do if these corpses?"

Lin Qingwan thought, "Take it out?"

Even Yi Han couldn't help but feel chills for a while, and he said, "I don't want to put them in my space."

Lin Qingwan said: "Maybe you can use a space magic weapon alone. I remember that the big red envelopes that give red envelopes during the New Year are good. You should be able to stuff eleven people, right?"

Yi Han opened his mouth and said after a while: "Who will bring it?"

He can accept transporting corpses, and even doesn't mind sleeping with them, but he is not very willing to plug a bunch of corpses into the space, and then hang the space magic weapon on his waist or in his arms.

Lou Zichen listened in amazement and couldn't help but retreat quietly. When he retreated to the door, he turned around and ran away.

When Lin Qingwan saw it, she couldn't help but look back at Yi Han, "I'm joking, why did he run away?"

Yi Han looked at her seriously.

Lin Qingwan shrugged, "Okay, it's not entirely a joke. I do think so, but since everyone doesn't want to, then take a photo and burn the body to let them return to heaven and earth."

Everyone was relieved that they were indeed frightened just now.
Chapter completed!