So, Chen Wuya entered the room without any obstacles, and came all the way to the center of the room, standing still.

There seemed to be an invisible protective cover around his body, so that the flames in the room could not be approached by his body.

Chen Wuya looked around. Because there were too many flammable items in the room, the golden and red flames flowed around unscrupulously, almost swallowing the whole room. The suffocating high temperature made the furniture melt, and the thick smoke rolled, all gathered in the air. This forced Chen Wuya to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and cover his mouth and nose.

He lowered his head slightly and saw a man lying on the floor with his head facing down. His clothes were burning with fire and almost nothing left. His naked/exposed skin was also roasted black and bubbled, emitting a burnt smell similar to barbecue, but now it was roasted in human flesh. It made people feel so turbulent that they were almost disgusted.

This person was licked by the flame tongue and his face was beyond recognition, and his facial features were also entangled in a mess. But Chen Wuya could still guess that this must be Qiu Zezhi.

A sarcastic smile slowly appeared on his face, walked forward, squatted down, and picked up the body that had begun to melt without any psychological barrier. The other hand explored the body's breath - naturally there was no breath of life.

Chen Wuya lowered his eyes, his fair and slender fingers suddenly spread out, and the five moist nails suddenly became longer, as sharp as a knife, emitting a cold light in the fire. He pierced his nails into the center of Qiu Zezhi's (corpse)'s eyebrows expressionlessly. Then he dragged them out bit by bit. Gradually, a ball of black gas was pulled out by Chen Wuya.

It struggled desperately to retract, but in vain, it was all pulled out by Chen Wuya. Not only that, when the black gas was pulled out, there were a series of smaller black gases behind it. There were about a dozen balls of them, stuck tightly behind the large black gas and refused to leave.

The larger black aura is Qiu Zezhi's soul, and the smaller ones are naturally more than a dozen children who were indirectly killed by him. Their hatred for Qiu Zezhi penetrated into their bones and was unwilling to reincarnate after death. Instead, they wanted to attach themselves to Qiu Zezhi's soul to torture him hard.

Chen Wuya knew these things, but he was not as righteous as Su Muzhe, and he liked to "help others". He did not have the patience to save the dead souls of the children, so he simply rubbed all the black gas, big and small, and then squeezed it hard. The black gas burst out and was sucked into his body by him.

I don’t know if it was because of the excessive fire. Everything was completed. A hint of blush appeared on Shen Wuya’s white jade-like face, and his appearance became younger.

He left Qiu Zezhi's body with satisfaction and sighed in his heart that the worst and dirty soul tasted unexpectedly delicious, and the soul soaked in strong hatred was not inferior. The taste was so wonderful when the two were combined together. After the sigh, Chen Wuya stood up and walked straight to the wall opposite him.

He had long felt something was wrong with the wall. Now that he looked closer, there was indeed something wrong. Chen Wuya could clearly feel that there was a certain technique attached to the wall and it was very powerful. It was impossible for ordinary people to have such skillful techniques.

After Chen Wuya glanced at it, he turned around and left the room. He had guessed who was the person who was casting the technique, and also knew that this person's power was very powerful, so he didn't want to offend him.

What's more, as usual, this person should leave soon after completing his mission. Chen Wuya would not be afraid of him, but it would always be much more convenient to lose a powerful opponent, right?

"Boss, boss! The fire brigade has arrived. They are going to start fire extinguishing work. You should get down!" The voice of the little policeman faintly came from the stairwell. Chen Wuya accelerated his pace with expressionless expression. Before the little policeman came to the second floor, he had already gone downstairs.

The little policeman looked him up and down in confusion, and found that there was no sign of injury on his head, and his face was not abnormal. He was still so handsome that he almost made others breathless (this sentence that was suspected of flattery can be crossed out). Then he felt relieved from the bottom of his heart. After saluting Chen Wuya, he reported carefully: "Boss, the fire brigade and ambulance have come, everything is ready. Let's leave here soon."

"Have you found a clue?" Chen Wuya carefully wiped his fingers with the handkerchief just now, and then threw the handkerchief into the trash can.

"Boss, you..." The little policeman's eyes moved with the movements in his hand, and he stopped talking for a long time before saying: "Boss, we found a safe in a room in Qiu Zezhi's family. After we found tools to break it, we found a lot of evidence in it. This evidence is enough to prove that the crimes related to Qiu Zezhi and related personnel leaked online are completely true, so we don't have to make any effort to find clues."

"Very good, go and ask others to gather quickly, let's leave here now." After that, Chen Wuya walked outside alone.

But the little policeman stood there and looked very confused. When Chen Wuya turned around and looked at him in confusion, he stuttered and reminded: "Head, head, your, your handkerchief is not good to throw it here. If there are those people with ulterior motives who want to make a fuss about this handkerchief..."

Help, he was subconsciously nervous when he saw the head's face, but the education he received at the police academy told him that he must not leave his personal belongings on the scene. If he said this, wouldn't he be mocking the head? Oh my God, Haotu, come and strike him to death here!

Chen Wuya was amused by his entangled eyebrows that were about to be knotted. He said calmly: "It's okay, believe me, nothing will go wrong..."

When a group of policemen left the room, the handkerchief thrown into the trash can burned without warning, and soon it burned to the point where there was no sound left, silent from beginning to end, without any idea...

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Chapter completed!