I was just solving crimes, how could I become an immortal?

Chapter 169 Unpreventable Assassination
  This year is the fifty-eighth year of Wanjingli.

According to Cao An's estimation, this place is shaped like a ghost land. It was probably caused by the fall of this place during the Changtianmen War ten years ago, forming a huge resentment that never dissipates.

Just like the fork in the ghost market, there are always some unjust ghosts who will never be reincarnated.

They retained the last memory of their lifetime, forming the current obsession scene.

But unfortunately, Cao An guessed wrong this time.

This place is now the forty-fifth year of Wanjingli, which is thirteen years ago. It has nothing to do with the Changtianmen battle ten years ago?
  But this is even weirder!

All the records that Cao An saw yesterday were mentioned in one stroke. It was obvious that the court had concealed some inside information.

If this place had nothing to do with the Changtianmen battle, why did Emperor Wanjing conceal it?

"Sasha?"

"Shashasha~"

As if they knew they could communicate, more villagers gathered around and let out harsh and hoarse groans.

The senior sister chatted with the hundreds of thousands of lonely souls in the big scroll for a long time, which made her not only not afraid of ghosts, but also very kind to ghosts, and she started chatting on the spot.

As for the Pan brothers and sisters, they have practiced [Underworld Dao] and can be considered half-human and half-ghost.

Although I couldn't understand the ghost language, their aura made the ghosts very close to me. When I saw Sister Pan's greedy desire to eat the demons, I mistakenly thought that she was hungry, and someone even offered me fruit.

The people throughout the village are simple and friendly.

"Cao An, they invited us to be guests. Do you want to go and have a look?" The senior sister looked very interested.

Of course Cao An would not refuse. He had a hunch that the so-called [Death Notes] were related to these ghosts. It would be best to learn more about them.

Along the way, Cao An communicated with these villagers who were telling lies through his senior sister.

Living a prosperous life and having no worries about food and clothing seems to be the portrayal of Shangjiang City thirteen years ago.

But, this place seems too rich, right?

Cao An walked into the village and glanced at several houses at random. Whether it was decoration or food, this village was a little rich.

"Help me ask, how is the stone mine here different from other places?" Cao An wanted to know the inside story. The cave the prince and the others entered was definitely not simple.

The eldest sister asked, but the old village chief seemed to shirk the question for a moment.

But they couldn't stand the eldest sister's nagging, and in the end they didn't hide it. They made a proud rustling sound, which seemed to show off their specialties.

"This place has high-grade ore output."

High-grade ore?
  No wonder, it seems that this place is still a treasure land of Feng Shui!

Ordinary stones are used to either build houses or repair sculptures, and the money earned is just the wages of some coolies.

But if a large amount of high-grade mineral materials, such as purple gas stone, gold amber stone, etc., are produced, the price will be sky-high.

It stands to reason that this kind of mineral vein must be controlled by the court, but judging from the proud expressions of these villagers, it seems that they have joined forces with a certain court official to mine it privately.

In order to speed up the progress and earn more profits, the collaborators even mobilized a large number of manpower and established more than a dozen villages nearby to dig from different places to find the best entrance to the veins.

With such a precious stone mountain at their back, the money they earn is naturally beyond what ordinary quarry workers can match.

But what then? How did they cause trouble?

Since the resentment persists, he must have died an unexpected death, or was he discovered by the court? Or was it robbed by gangsters?

No, Cao An didn't wait for any results at all, but he could already feel the pressure coming from the air.

"They are going crazy." Pan Daxi is very sensitive to ghost energy, and his body is tense, ready to fight at any time.

But this is wrong!
  There have been no signs so far, so the village can't be massacred instantly, right?
  Cao An quickly looked at the village chief: "Sister, please ask again, has there been any strange phenomena in the past few days?"

"Sasha?"

"Shasha~~"

"The village chief said that there was nothing strange. The happiest thing recently was that they dug out a batch of beautiful gold sand. The boss said it was very precious and asked them to dig all night."

"Golden Sands? What is Golden Sands?"

Cao An still wanted to ask, but suddenly he heard a roar in the distance, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

Immediately afterwards, the village in front of him began to change.

As if the last scene before death was replaying, a golden sandstorm came, and Cao An and others hurriedly resisted.

But they saw the villagers covering their faces with their hands, curling up, and screaming in pain.

The senior sister panicked and wanted to help them, but found that the energy she had gathered was completely ineffective. The entire village of nearly a hundred people, no one spared, was wailing all over the place.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that everything returned to calm.

Unfortunately, the only thing left behind was the innocent soul with scarlet eyes, rushing toward them.

"Kill!" Pan Daxi was already familiar with the task. He commanded his sister and began to fight against these wronged souls.

At this point, winter hunting officially begins.

But how can senior sister accept such a sudden change? In her eyes, those villagers just now were all kind and good ghosts.

"Why did it suddenly become like this?" The elder sister looked at Cao An pitifully with tears in her eyes, hoping that he could think of a solution.

"There's nothing I can do about it. They've been dead a long time ago. Those things just now are just recollections of past obsessions." Cao An shook his head regretfully and replied. It's impossible to describe, let alone give an answer.

Ordinary scene memories will only play in an unchanging loop, but these ghosts and ghosts just now had a real conversation with them.

What kind of power can do this?

Cao An looked at the ground. After these innocent souls were killed, they would leave behind a cloud of black ashes. Collect them and use them as proof of ghost hunting. You can ask Eunuch Yu to collect the reward after you go out.

But he felt that these black substances did not look like ashes.

"It seems like fine sand." Cao An squatted down and rubbed it a little, but there was no black stain on his hands, indicating that Ash's statement was not accurate.

"Senior Sister, go ask the ghost in your scroll. Is there any sand that is golden in nature and can turn people into ghosts and turn into black sand after death?"

"Well, I'll ask right away." The senior sister suppressed her sadness, hugged the scroll and fell asleep.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cao An stood up and quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

The prosperity of the village turned into ruins again after the yellow sand was raging. From further away, there were faint shouts of killing. It should be other teams struggling to kill ghosts.

Looking up at the sky, the turbid black sun appeared. It was exactly the same as when I was in the Huangquan Cross Road of the ghost market.

It's just that the world here is more turbid and depressing, making Cao An feel that his chest is blocked and slightly suffocated.

It seemed that someone was watching him, ready to take his life at any time, but after he activated [Six Senses] with all his strength, he failed to find any clues.

"Yes, yes!" Senior Sister opened her eyes in surprise.

"There is a ghost uncle who said that when he was fooling around in the underworld, he heard about a kind of golden sand. Contaminated living beings will be melted into evil spirits, and the golden sand will also turn into black sand after exhausting its power."

"Yes, that's it. What is that?"

"[The Lost Soul Sand] at the bottom of the Forgotten River."

At the end of Huangquan Road is the Wangchuan River and the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River.

After crossing the bridge and drinking Meng Po soup, it means cutting off the cause and effect of the past life and entering reincarnation to be a new person.

According to legend, Po Meng used the water from the Wangchuan River to make soup. All the obsessions of the lonely ghosts were pressed into the Wangchuan River and blended into the [Lost Soul Sand] at the bottom of the river.

Cao An didn't know whether such legends were true or false, but there was no doubt that this so-called [Lost Soul Sand] was very similar to the situation in front of him.

The villagers discovered [Luhun Sand] and received a large reward from the mastermind behind it.

Little did they know that this money also cost them their lives. A terrifying storm caused these [soul-lost sand] to sweep across the village.

This entire world was turned into a ghost realm.

"But the information is just that. I don't know the motive or the details. If you want to find out what happened back then, you have to at least enter the cave."

Cao An was a little hesitant. He couldn't tell whether the so-called [Lost Soul Sand] was related to the [Death Note].

After all, so far, there wasn't even half a stranger around him.

Could it be that [Death Note] is just a joke?

Just as he was thinking about it, two dark green flares suddenly shot up in the distance, only five breaths apart, which made Cao An's expression change.

This time, there were three people who received the death invitation. In order to communicate better, they unified the colors of the flares.

At this moment, two signal bombs were launched into the sky one after another, and they were attacked consecutively within 5 breaths?

"The signal bombs are located far apart, but the time they took off is almost the same. Is there more than one murderer? Quick, go over and take a look."

Without further ado, everyone hurried over.

As I got closer, I discovered that a group of masters from the Privy Council were already waiting, staring back to back at every corner.

It wasn't until Cao An arrived that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cao Shuixiu, please take a look at the Iron Masked Boss. He is seriously injured!" The spies of the Privy Council knew how powerful he was and unanimously moved out of the way.

The good news is that Iron Mask is not dead.

But now he was injured, and an arrow was half-pierced into his shoulder.

At this moment, he was leaning weakly against the stone, with blood stains running down his clothes.

"I have medicine here. Take one to protect your heart." Cao An quickly took out the medicine the prince gave him from his belt and wanted to feed Tiemian and take it.

But Tie Mian raised his hand to stop him: "I have the medicine, and I took it. If it hits the heart, I won't die. But I have no confidence in how to live next."

For the first time, he saw the iron face that was fearless, showing his timidity.

Following Tie Mian's gaze, Cao An looked at the sword on the ground.

Broken, Tie Mian's sword actually broke into two pieces.

The brand new fracture told Cao An nakedly the fact: Iron Face tried his best, but he still couldn't block the opponent's arrows.

At this moment, with the sword destroyed, all that can be done is to deflect the arrow by two inches and miss the vital point of the heart.

"But the length of this arrow should be that of a crossbow, right? How did the crossbow break the blade of your sword? Who is the murderer?"

Tie Mian raised his head, with undue fear in his eyes: "I don't know, he shot at me from the front, and I couldn't even...feel the other person's existence..."

Unpreventable assassination?
  Cao An's heart trembled. He could force Iron Mask to such an extent. Who is the murderer?

(End of this chapter)