Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Out of a temporary alliance, Chi Xinsu glanced at Bai Muxing's hand and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Finger injuries will affect flexibility, and there is no room for error in the activation of the True Dragon Formation.

Bai Muxing's expression remained unchanged, and she still had a smile on her lips. She looked at Pixiu who was tightly held in Jiang Fuyuan's arms, rubbed the wet marks on her knuckles with her thumb, and said lightly: "Interesting, it turns out you can still play like this..."

Chi Xinsu was puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Bai Muxing looked away, "Let's move forward, we're almost there."

During the march, it was necessary to constantly observe the surrounding movements, so the team moved very slowly. By the time they reached the mountainside, it was already dark.

Referring to the simple map provided by the villagers, Gu Qing stopped, pointed to several small mounds not far away and said, "This is where the Ke family villagers are newly buried."

Several strong Taoist priests followed the instructions and stepped forward with tools, selected the nearest grave mound and started shoveling the soil. After a while, the mound was dug up, revealing a thin brown-red coffin.

One of the Taoist priests who dug the earth looked down, took a big step back in fright, and stammered: "Coffin, the nails on the coffin are gone!"

Everyone's expressions changed drastically when they heard this. Gu Qing stepped forward quickly, bursting out with strong arm strength that was inconsistent with his appearance, and directly opened the coffin lid.

The coffin was empty, no body, no burial objects.

Gu Qing looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "Someone took the body away first."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

The villagers of Kejia Village have been evacuated long ago, and the government sent a large number of government officials to seal off the village and the mountains. Logically speaking, except for them, there should be no other people in this mountain forest now.

When did that person take away the body in the coffin?

A Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed out one of the possibilities: "Could it be that their relatives came to take away the bodies before leaving the village?"

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "No, the shape of the grave has not changed. If the villagers took away the body before leaving, then why would they rebury the empty grave and reshape it?"

Another Taoist priest guessed: "Could it be that there was no body at all during the burial, and they buried it in an empty coffin?"

Zhong Lianfeng quickly rejected this guess.

"It's impossible. A thin-skinned coffin costs nearly one tael of silver, which is enough for a farmer's family to eat for several months. The villagers will not bury an empty coffin for nothing."

He walked to the coffin and looked down for a moment, then pointed at the wedge between the coffin nails and the coffin board and said, "This is the mark of the nails. These nails were driven in and then pulled out. If it is an empty coffin, it will be different." Why bother?"

Several consecutive guesses were rejected. Everyone was talking about it for a while, and the guesses they put forward became more and more outrageous. Gu Qing's brows knitted into knots when he heard it. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet and said: "Without further delay, let's talk about the other few guesses first." Open the tombs to see if they are all as empty as this one."

The Taoist priests holding tools took the order and began to work on the remaining five tombs.

While they were digging, Jiang Fuyuan carefully looked around the cemetery.

The soil in the mountain is soft, and the footprints left by the Taoist priests who dug the graves just now are very clear, but except for their footprints, there are no traces of anyone else stepping on them.

It hasn't snowed in the past few days, and there is no possibility that the original footprints will be covered and washed away by snow and water.

Since no human footprints remain, it means that the bodies in the cemetery were taken away long ago, too early to leave any footprints.

Or... another guess flashed through Jiang Fuyuan's mind.

The body was not taken away at all.

Seeing her staring at the dug grave, Wen Jinhe was curious, so he pretended to talk casually: "It's just a pile of soil. What did you see?"

Jiang Fuyuan raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "I can see that you are too busy."

Wen Jinhe:......

Jiang Fuyuan: "If you have nothing to do, go and pull out the grass from someone's grave. I'll use it as compensation for disturbing the ghost's dreams."

Wen Jinhe's face twitched twice, and he knew that this guy couldn't say anything good.

Fortunately, he wanted to apologize to her and ease the relationship. After all, if there were monsters later, they would have to slay them together.He glared at Jiang Fuyuan angrily, turned around and angrily... squatted down and started pulling weeds.

Jiang Fuyuan was a little surprised. She thought Wen Jinhe would be as angry at her as before, but she didn't expect that he actually listened to her advice and started to repair his yin virtues.

Although I am not so willing to repair it.

It was winter again in the new grave, and there was not much grass. In a short time, Wen Jinhe had finished pulling out the grass from the graves in this cemetery.

The progress of digging the graves over there has been over halfway. Three more empty graves have been dug up, and several Taoist priests are digging the fifth grave.

In order not to disturb them, Wen Jinhe pursed his lips and decided to pull out the last untouched grave bag first.

Just when he reached the edge of the grave, a subtle sound of digging earth came from the other side of the grave.

Wen Jinhe looked back at the people behind him in confusion and found that everyone's attention was on the people digging the grave, except Jiang Fuyuan.

She raised an eyebrow at him, held the limp black cat in one hand, and pointed at the grave with the other hand.

Wen Jinhe felt that he could guess what she was going to say without having to speak.

It's nothing more than a fallacy that can make him angry three times and has a strange mind.

It doesn't matter if you don't listen.

Wen Jinhe chose to turn around and squat down, facing Jiang Fuyuan with his butt, and started the weeding mode.

Just like pulling out her hair, one, two, three...

Suddenly he held something as thick as a knuckle.

Hey, why is the root ball of this grass so thick and hard, and it doesn’t feel like dead grass...

It gets dark early in winter, and his vision has begun to be affected by the dim light. Wen Jinhe had to put his face next to the thing and squint to identify it.

"What kind of grass is this..."

Slip.

The moment he was about to see it clearly, the thing suddenly disappeared, leaving a small black hole on the ground.

Wen Jinhe:! ! ! !
Live!It can move!
When these four words flashed through his mind, a blue-gray hand suddenly emerged from the soil and rubbed his face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The screams pierced the sky.

Along with Wen Jinhe's screams, there was the sharp sound of Jie Mu cutting through the sky.

Sting - boom!

The blue-grey hand was cut off by Jie Mu with the force of thunder, and flew two meters away in the direction of inertia before landing heavily.

Before Wen Jinhe could react, he saw Jiang Fuyuan take out an animal training talisman, kneading it with one hand, and flicking it toward him with the other hand. The talisman turned into a golden stream of light, and firmly sealed the blue-gray broken arm in the grave bag. under.

"What are you doing standing around like this? Why don't you come over here!" Jiang Fuyuan looked at Wen Jinhe speechlessly, "Are you waiting to be captured and buried?"

Everyone was shocked by what happened on their side, especially after seeing something that looked like a monster in the grave here, everyone's expressions became extremely ugly.

Wen Jinhe almost crawled towards Jiang Fuyuan until he hid behind her, then his knees weakened and he collapsed on the ground.

Gu Qing held the magical weapon and pinched the magic formula in his hand, staring closely at the remaining tomb bag, waiting for it.

After a while, he made sure that the things in the grave had no intention of moving anymore. He said to everyone with a sullen face: "Darkness is not good for us. Let's go down the mountain first and discuss it later." (End of Chapter)