I Performed an Autopsy on the Magical Artifact at Xianmen

A disciple died in Guizang Sword Academy. The autopsy hall said that he was hit by a cold needle and fell off a cliff and died; the butler's office said that his sword broke after falling to the ground. Xu Zhiheng saw another sequence from the broken sword. The sword dies first, then the man. He was just an unlicensed apprentice in Xifang's junk shop, so poor that he even had to save lamp oil. The only skill is to be able to see the traces of damage left inside the magic weapon, and to distinguish which injury is in front and which is in the back. But the scars wouldn't tell him directly about the murderer. If he wanted a magic weapon to speak, he had to dismantle it with his own hands, try it himself, and sometimes risk his own life to verify it. Starting from a broken sword that had been replaced with a spirit-bearing bone, the alchemy furnace that would devour the master, the flying boat that crashed for no reason, and the mountain guard formation that killed people in the middle of the night were all sent to his repair table one after another. He originally just wanted to repair the shop left by his master. Later, I discovered that if the magic weapon is broken, it can be repaired, but if the human heart is broken, it can only be judged. Many years later, the Immortal League placed the judge's order in front of Xu Zhiheng. Xu Zhiheng looked at it for a long time. "But I'm just a magic weapon practitioner." "Just because you know how to repair it, you know best how it is broken and who should pay for it."