"Who is it?" Seeing that the old monk in his hand was hopeless, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and found nothing.

He originally wanted to integrate his consciousness into the space, but to his surprise, here, his consciousness was just less than a meter away from his body and could not expand outward, you know, in normal times, such a small distance, his consciousness can envelop the entire space in a moment.

It was as if something was suppressing his consciousness invisibly.

Without finding any clues, Wang Rong's eyes fell on the old monk who was slowly deflated in his hand again, the corners of his mouth were bitter, and he wanted to scold:

"Ah, you can be kind. Wang Rong has only seen this kind of scene in movies before, every time he sees that the protagonist finally finds an important clue and wants to discover something, the clue will be broken for no reason, he didn't expect that such a bloody thing would appear on him.

Wang Rong stretched out his hand and took a closer look at the old monk's body, there was no trace of injury on the old monk's body, could it be that the curse had taken effect?

The blood left from the old monk's mouth had already coagulated, Wang Rong could only sigh and put the old monk on the ground, looking at the old man lying on the ground and worrying, I don't know if he would tell the police brother that the old man killed himself later, they didn't believe it.

I believe that Fang Wen can solve all this, besides, even if Fang Wen can't solve it, I believe that Liu Ruixue will not stand idly by, nominally, he is still a member of the Dragon Group, if the people of the Dragon Group are taken away by the police, then it is not himself who suffers, but the face of the entire Dragon Group.

Scanning the surrounding situation again, the doubts in Wang Rong's heart became even heavier, there was no movement at all here, and he didn't sense the murderous aura of Yixing, and in such a strange environment, the old monk died so suddenly, the only thing he was sure of was that the old monk must have figured out something, and this matter happened to be something that others didn't want to let him know.

So what is this matter? Wang Rong carefully recalled what the old monk said to him before he died,

"The ninth, you are the ninth, just the ninth, but here is yours...... Belch...... Belch. ”

What does this sentence mean? What is the ninth? Why am I just the ninth? Wang Rong's heart became more and more blurred, all of this was well caught in a trap, and he was the ant who kept spinning around the trap. Go around and around, but you can't get out.

"And what does that look in his dying eyes mean?" Wang Rong carefully recalled the gaze that the old monk looked at him when he grabbed his finger when he was dying.

"Compassion?" Wang Rong didn't understand, why did the old monk still have that kind of look at that time, as if it was him who died, why did he look at himself with compassion?

Standing in front of the stone stele, Wang Rong carefully looked at the names engraved on it, and tried hard to recall it in his mind, but he couldn't remember the names on it, as if Wang Rong had never heard of the other eight names except for the last one of his own.

Should he bring Fang Wen and the others over to see this stone stele? This idea was dispelled by Wang Rong as soon as it came up, and the bright red eight characters on the door of the stone cave and the corpse of the old monk on the ground who had not yet cooled down always gave him a very bad feeling.

If it is said that the old monk died because he entered here, it can be said that among them, Wang Rong's sin should account for all, if he didn't blindly force the old monk to come in, I am afraid that the old monk is still there knocking on his wooden fish.

Although Wang Rong didn't want to admit it, he couldn't deny that the old monk's death was a naked slap in the face, or a perfect slap in the face, and it was Wang Rong's face.

During the whole process, Wang Rong didn't even know how the other party made a move, and the old monk was already dead, human beings are like this, and they are always the most afraid of the unknown.

This is related to the safety of Fang Wen and her little brother, maybe when Liu Ruixue knows that there is such a place, she will also clamoring to follow, according to Wang Rong's understanding of this woman, this possibility accounts for two hundred percent.

Without determining who was behind the murder of the old monk, Wang Rong would not have brought the two of them so easily.

He didn't want to regret it for the rest of his life!

I don't know where it is, Wang Rong took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened it to show that there is no network service, in this era of rapid development in the 3G era, there is still such a place, it is really not easy.

There was no signal on the mobile phone, Wang Rongye had no way to contact Shang Wen to ask what was going on here, after thinking about it, Wang Rong still decided to go out first, walked to the old monk's corpse, Wang Rong folded his hands and bowed silently, and said sorry in a low voice.

Let's not say that this old man has never deceived himself, just saying that people died for himself, this apology is enough for Wang Rong to say that he is sorry.

As if feeling the guilt in Wang Rong's heart, the space was suddenly sounding with gusts of wind, and a strange low cry sounded in the narrow space, like a cry of an unjust soul.

Thinking that he couldn't get anything in it, Wang Rong squatted in front of the old monk's corpse, and just wanted to take him out, his fingers just stretched out in front of the corpse and stopped.

"What's going on?" Wang Rong looked at the corpse lying on the ground suspiciously, his brows furrowed slightly, and then he stretched out his hand and slowly touched the old monk's arm.

Wow~

Like powder sticking together, being touched by Wang Rong like this, the old monk's arm collapsed in an instant, and up to the wrist, the entire palm became a pool of dust on the ground.

The abnormal scene of "this ......" made Wang Rong's brows furrow more and more, all this has exceeded his estimate, in his previous thousands of years of life, it is not that he can turn a living person into nothing, but he did not expect that there are still people in the mortal world who can completely turn a person into powder under his nose.

If it was just a slap in the face just now, then now it is a stab in the face after the slap.

This knife was so ingenious, with Wang Rong's cultivation, he didn't find any movement at all, the tombstone, the ninth, compassion...... Wang Rong, who was originally going to go out like this, stopped again, squinted slightly and looked at the tombstone ten meters high in front of him, at this moment, Wang Rong's head was unusually calm, as if everything had not happened just now.