Qin Xu took the big hoe sent by Gao Shuisheng to the logistics department of the college, and after the two school security department personnel moved away from the stone carved deer, he picked up the hoe and faced the tender lawn, which was a burst of wild hoes.

Probably because of the cultivation of the wind knife roll, Qin Xu's cultivation feeling is still there today, the hoe is a knife, the land is meat, there is a lot of noise, and the posture of waving the hoe is more neat than that of an old farmer who has been a farmer for decades.

Everyone only felt that there was a burst of dirt flying, and it didn't take long for a large pit with a diameter of nearly one meter and a depth of about thirty centimeters to appear.

This big pit, in the eyes of others, is simply a circle that can cure obsessive-compulsive disorder, like a compass drawn.

The original soil in the pit was placed next to a neat mound.

The campus security guard next to him still wanted to help, and he walked around for a long time with tools, but he couldn't intervene at all.

Above the atrium garden, the number of students lying in the corridor of the teaching building to probe their brains has increased, and more and more mobile phone cameras are aimed at Qin Xu.

"This policeman uncle is very violent, if this person is hoeed twice, half his life will be gone. ”

"Wow, how do I think this cop dude looks as good as he dances when he digs into the ground. ”

"The upper can catch thieves with guns, and the lower can hoe the fields and open the fields. ”

"I'm going to tweet, and the police uncle came to my school to help hoe the ground. ”

"Hey, don't care about the stubble of the hoe, look at this posture, what does it look like?"

"Huh?"

"Dig, dig ......"

"Digging up corpses ?!!"

"I'll go, there's a murder in our school?"

"Surely, or the police can come to us to dig the ground? If the tomb is found, it will be the archaeology department next door to work. ”

"It's terrible, I feel cold!"

"It's over, I don't dare to go to the Internet café alone at night all night. ”

The students roughly guessed why, but the number of bystanders in the hallways had increased rather than decreased.

Qin Xu raised his head.

"Wow!"

A row of heads above, staring at themselves with blazing eyes.

It's so stressful.

Qin Xu hurriedly reported to the leadership.

"Team India, there are a lot of people upstairs, so I suggest borrowing some shelters from the school to avoid waiting for photos or videos of the corpses to leak out. ”

Yin Fuming felt that Qin Xu's tone was a little strange.

There was no sign of anything in the pit, and even with this strange frog to guide him, how could he be so sure that there was a corpse in the pit?

"But nothing has been discovered yet. "Yin Fuming's habit of handling cases is to make every link of investigation clear and organized.

Therefore, although he could see from the various signs of the suspect that there must be a problem here, Qin Xu's divine and Taoist investigation method still made the old criminal policeman very uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the support of Deputy Director Lu, a leader with unique ideas, they wouldn't have come here at all.

Qin Xu didn't answer, he directly opened the pocket of his clothes.

The little frog, who had been eager to try it in his pocket for a long time, couldn't wait to jump out with a "croak" and planted his head into the mound.

Yes, in the mound.

It was Qin Xu who dug it out and piled it up on the side.

It quickly pulled its front legs, and in a few moments, dug a small hole in the small mound, and then pulled out a red soft worm about five or six centimeters long from the hole.

This bloodworm, firmly glued to the little frog's scarlet tongue, became inconspicuous.

It's only the thickness of a toothpick, and its length is not far off, and if you don't look closely, everyone will probably think of it as a small red earthworm.

This blood-red soft worm is the rotten spirit worm in the mouth of Old Master Qin.

It only appears on corpses that are so angry that they are dead but cannot be freed.

Creatures that can spot Evil Blood Flowers are very fond of eating rotting spirit worms.

But not every beast that loves to eat rotting insects has the ability to find it. Qin Xu's luck is not bad, Xiao Hanwa loves to eat, and she also has the ability to forage for food.

"Team India, do you see, this cemetery frog is chasing this kind of bug. Qin Xu could only continue to be cheeky and talk nonsense.

Fortunately, when he was a child, he often went to his neighbors to play, and heard a lot of legends and strange stories about Lingnan Province, and every nonsense he made up made Yin Fuming, a native of Lingnan, feel familiar.

"This kind of insect, I don't know what it's called, but I've heard the old man say that it will only appear near a particularly resentful corpse, and if it's an ordinary burial place, you can't see it. ”

“...... Keep digging, do you need help?" Yin Fuming glanced at Qin Xu, who was completely clean.

Probably from the moment the weird frog jumped on Kong Zhousen's head, Yin Fuming found that he couldn't understand this apprentice of his old classmate.

"No, look at me!" Qin Xu grabbed the hoe and continued to prepare to do it again.

It's a pity that around this teaching building, there is little aura, and near this flower bed, there is not a small shrimp with aura, otherwise with the help of digging a pit, maybe you can catch one or two and practice the beast refining technique at night!

Lu Qinghe stood next to Gao Shuisheng, the vice president of the college, the two bowed their heads and talked, and Yin Fuming came over to ask about the covering.

Gao Shuisheng said directly: "There are outdoor folding tents used for activities in the logistics department, and I asked the logistics department to move two over." ”

Qin Xu danced vigorously with his hoe, and constantly received the joy and excitement of the little frog.

Well, it's probably like a child who hasn't eaten chocolate for a year and suddenly finds a chocolate gift bag.

This kind of emotion is very pure, Qin Xu, who has been an adult for a long time, rarely can produce this kind of extremely simple joy on weekdays.

Infected by the mood of the little frog, Qin Xu waved his hoe with a fierce wind.

The little frog jumped from the mound to the pit, jumping in the dust.

It was dark green all over, not much different from the dark soil around it, and probably no one else took it seriously except for the few police officers who knew about it.

Not to mention the students standing on high places.

Qin Xu saw that the little frog was jumping around, his long scarlet tongue was spitting out, and after a while, he had already caught at least four rotting spirit worms.

Old Master Qin found it boring here.

He floated into the school building, his hands behind his back, and the fat rabbit spread its limbs wide, lying on his head all over his head, forming a strangely shaped furry hat.

He looked at the professional books in the hands of the students with great interest, and felt that this was much more interesting than Qin Xu digging a pit in a place where there was no spiritual energy.

He ran to the classroom again, and when he saw half of the professional books that had been forgotten by the students on the desk, he would tilt his head and float over the books, reading carefully at a glance and ten lines.

There was a wind blowing in the window next to it, and even if it was seen, he probably only thought it was a breeze flipping through the book, and he would never guess that there was an ancestor in the immortal cultivation world who was studying seriously.