In Hou Xuan's lower back position, Zhao Yiran felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power.

And according to the shape, Zhao Yiran found that it was a pistol.

Pistol?Spiritual power fluctuations?

Zhao Yiran groaned in his heart.

Such discoveries deeply aroused Zhao Yiran's curiosity.

"Brother Xiao Ran, what do you think about this matter?"

Hou Xuan turned around, looked at Zhao Yiran and asked.

As Hou Xuan turned around, Zhao Yiran withdrew his gaze, and when he heard Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran smiled and said, "Obviously, these people must not have drowned!"

Just now, when passing by the corpse covered with a white cloth, Zhao Yiran found traces like dead trees on the location of the corpse that was faintly exposed outside the white cloth.

It was an arm.

But it looks more like a dead twig the size of an arm.

According to common sense, the body salvaged in the water should be swollen, but the reality is the opposite.

The breath that Xiao Ling smelled from the corpse just now told Zhao Yiran that among these more than thirty corpses, there was a familiar mysterious aura.

It was the mysterious aura that emanated from the thing that possessed Peng Hua.

This is not the first time Zhao Yiran has been exposed to this breath.

Zhao Yiran found the corpse, and Hou Xuan obviously saw the scene of his bare arms outside the white cloth just now.

At this time, Hou Xuan frowned, staring at Zhao Yiran, and hearing Zhao Yiran's words, Hou Xuan nodded heavily: "Brother Xiao Ran, I feel that there is a smell on these corpses, which is similar to the smell on Wei Ya's corpse!"

"Oh?"

Hearing Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran raised his eyebrows: "Taste?

"A peculiar smell is ...... It is...... Can't describe!

Actually, it's the taste, it's the same peculiar feeling, and it makes me a little uncomfortable!"

Hou Xuan sighed.

As Hou Xuan frowned while speaking, Zhao Yiran found that a layer of evil aura was gently rising on Hou Xuan's body.

Faintly, this evil aura and the mysterious aura present in the corpse produced this subtle reaction.

This reaction is very weak, if it weren't for Zhao Yiran's relative proximity to Hou Xuan, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to find out.

Zhao Yiran knew that what Hou Xuan said about the taste, as well as the peculiar feeling, was the result of the conflict between this evil qi and the mysterious aura.

At such an age, there is a killing aura on his body, as well as the pistol with spiritual power fluctuations pinned to his waist!

For a while, Zhao Yiran guessed what the little monkey had experienced over the years!

"You say so, the murderer who killed these people is Peng Hua?"

Zhao Yiran looked at Hou Xuan and asked.

"Eight or nine is not far from ten!

In other words, it's not Peng Hua himself, but Peng Hua's body!"

After Hou Xuan was silent for a few breaths, he focused his gaze on the water and muttered.

At the same time, Hou Xuan involuntarily touched the pistol at the back of his waist.

As soon as Hou Xuan said this, Zhao Yiran's pupils shrank: "What are you talking about, possessed like that in the movie?"

"Perhaps, but no matter what it is, it will be wiped out after all!"

Putting the pistol in his hand and stroking it gently, Hou Xuan snorted firmly.

However, just as the two were talking, the pores on Zhao Yiran's back suddenly tightened, and a chill hit him, rushing straight to the top of his head.

The little spirit on the side also seemed to be aware of it, and he froze, and went straight towards the corpse covered by the white cloth!

In Hou Xuan's lower back position, Zhao Yiran felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power.

And according to the shape, Zhao Yiran found that it was a pistol.

Pistol?Spiritual power fluctuations?

Zhao Yiran groaned in his heart.

Such discoveries deeply aroused Zhao Yiran's curiosity.

"Brother Xiao Ran, what do you think about this matter?"

Hou Xuan turned around, looked at Zhao Yiran and asked.

As Hou Xuan turned around, Zhao Yiran withdrew his gaze, and when he heard Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran smiled and said, "Obviously, these people must not have drowned!"

Just now, when passing by the corpse covered with a white cloth, Zhao Yiran found traces like dead trees on the location of the corpse that was faintly exposed outside the white cloth.

It was an arm.

But it looks more like a dead twig the size of an arm.

According to common sense, the body salvaged in the water should be swollen, but the reality is the opposite.

The breath that Xiao Ling smelled from the corpse just now told Zhao Yiran that among these more than thirty corpses, there was a familiar mysterious aura.

It was the mysterious aura that emanated from the thing that possessed Peng Hua.

This is not the first time Zhao Yiran has been exposed to this breath.

Zhao Yiran found the corpse, and Hou Xuan obviously saw the scene of his bare arms outside the white cloth just now.

At this time, Hou Xuan frowned, staring at Zhao Yiran, and hearing Zhao Yiran's words, Hou Xuan nodded heavily: "Brother Xiao Ran, I feel that there is a smell on these corpses, which is similar to the smell on Wei Ya's corpse!"

"Oh?"

Hearing Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran raised his eyebrows: "Taste?

"A peculiar smell is ...... It is...... Can't describe!

Actually, it's the taste, it's the same peculiar feeling, and it makes me a little uncomfortable!"

Hou Xuan sighed.

As Hou Xuan frowned while speaking, Zhao Yiran found that a layer of evil aura was gently rising on Hou Xuan's body.

Faintly, this evil aura and the mysterious aura present in the corpse produced this subtle reaction.

This reaction is very weak, if it weren't for Zhao Yiran's relative proximity to Hou Xuan, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to find out.

Zhao Yiran knew that what Hou Xuan said about the taste, as well as the peculiar feeling, was the result of the conflict between this evil qi and the mysterious aura.

At such an age, there is a killing aura on his body, as well as the pistol with spiritual power fluctuations pinned to his waist!

For a while, Zhao Yiran guessed what the little monkey had experienced over the years!

"You say so, the murderer who killed these people is Peng Hua?"

Zhao Yiran looked at Hou Xuan and asked.

"Eight or nine is not far from ten!

In other words, it's not Peng Hua himself, but Peng Hua's body!"

After Hou Xuan was silent for a few breaths, he focused his gaze on the water and muttered.

At the same time, Hou Xuan involuntarily touched the pistol at the back of his waist.

As soon as Hou Xuan said this, Zhao Yiran's pupils shrank: "What are you talking about, possessed like that in the movie?"

"Perhaps, but no matter what it is, it will be wiped out after all!"

Putting the pistol in his hand and stroking it gently, Hou Xuan snorted firmly.

However, just as the two were talking, the pores on Zhao Yiran's back suddenly tightened, and a chill hit him, rushing straight to the top of his head.

The little spirit on the side also seemed to be aware of it, and he froze, and went straight towards the corpse covered by the white cloth!