There were no utensils around, and everyone was afraid of destroying the integrity of the bones, so they all used branches or dug with their bare hands, and the rain gradually subsided, and a dense drizzle drifted in the sky, covering the house with a layer of mist.

Xiao Yu'an looked at it, couldn't say anything, and walked towards the temple.

Some people say that the smell of this house is not very good, there is a smell of corrosion, everyone just thinks that the house is desolate, and there are dead rats buried somewhere, Xiao Yu'an originally thought so, but when he saw the wet soil on the ground, he suddenly didn't think so.

It is desolate and dilapidated, there is not a single living thing, and all the flowers and trees are withered, and it stands to reason that the land should be dry and without water, and it is definitely not to the extent that a light rain can get wet and stir up mud, which can only mean that the land has just been renovated.

But there is no one in this place, the owner of the house died a few years ago, and no one in Kyoto dares to come to the famous haunted house, which only means that someone in the house came and bought something underground.

Digging deeper into this, and then thinking of what they said had a rotten smell, Xiao Yu'an already knew what it was, but when it was really dug up, he was inevitably shocked.

Everyone carefully dug out one corpse after another, and found that they were all children, and became more and more silent, Xiao Yu'an saw it, and walked silently to the temple.

At this time, he was alone in it, and he felt that it was so empty, ventilated on all sides, and the bodhisattvas looked down kindly, giving people a sense of oppression and suffocation, and people began to panic for no reason.

The breeze blows, and you can still hear the whistling sound, this artistic conception is extremely easy to make people fall into some kind of worrying situation.

Wind?

"That's not right." Xiao Yu'an muttered to himself, raised his head suddenly, looked at the Bodhisattva who sent the son to the main seat, and said firmly, "No! ”

Generally, the temple is solid in order to withstand the smoke and fire, even if it is a dilapidated temple that has been abandoned for a long time, the front and back ventilation will not be such an empty echo.

He tentatively shouted, "Wang Rong! ”

"Alas!" Wang Rong ran from outside, the sound came from far and near, the strange thing is that the closer he gets, the more ethereal the sound is, and he can't find the landing point, like a plate of loose sand, floating in every place in the air.

When Wang Rong saw him, he stared at him and couldn't help but start to get nervous, "Your Highness? ”

"Wang Rong?"

"Your Highness?"

"Lord Wang?"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what are you calling your subordinates, what are you calling your subordinates?" Wang Rong heard his voice getting louder and louder, his smile became more and more weird, and his title changed from Wang Rong to Lord Wang, and his heart was even more panicked, and even his voice was dyed with crying.

"Shh Xiao Yu'an put his index finger to his lips and motioned for him to listen.

Wang Rong was stunned, carefully distinguished, and suddenly felt terrified, obviously there was no sound, there was a feeling that there was a sound that had been echoing in his ears, obviously it felt like it was in his ears, but it was a very distant feeling, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, at this moment, the sound of swallowing seemed so abrupt in such a quiet environment.

Xiao Yu'an's eyes circled around the temple, and finally he was still on the Bodhisattva, looking up at her, as if he was in a trance.

Wang Rong didn't dare to disturb, so he stood beside him at this moment the two of them were quiet, and the air was as silent as death, Wang Rong didn't know what he thought, his face turned white, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down directly from his forehead.

"Your Highness?" He didn't dare to move, and pulled Xiao Yu'an's sleeve with two fingers, his teeth trembling, "Have you heard, what sound did you hear?" ”

"I heard you, the child's cry." Xiao Yu'an said calmly.

"That?"

"Shhhh Wang Rong stiffened his neck and turned around, and sure enough, he saw him closing his eyes and carefully distinguishing.

The son stood in the wind in a blue robe, his clothes fluttering, not the slightest panic, but more and more calm, and his eyebrows were fearless.

When Wang Rong saw it, he couldn't help but be impressed by this His Royal Highness King Jing, when he first met him, it was only because of the assassination of Xu Guangyao, he only regarded him as the chief officer in charge of handling the case, and casually checked the reason for going back to the king.

Later, when I saw that he was not like those disciples of the family, I was impressed with him, and I also knew that he was not the kind of gentleman who had no ambitions and ambitions, he was very urban, so he thought about nodding his head, but I didn't expect to recognize him again on such an occasion today, and found that this was a different young man, different from those children of the family who were superficially gentlemanly in Kyoto, he had his own thoughts.

Today's play was premeditated, he knew that this incident had spread among the people in just one breakfast, he knew that it was a play, and he also knew that he was just a ladder to build a bridge, as for who they were going to target, he was not sure, but this matter was so big that it would never end easily.

He pretended to be confused, and the person in charge of this play was not stupid, and he did not deliberately hide him, otherwise, he would risk offending the people, and he would not dare to accept Lord Shangshu's complaint.

In these days, everyone is a smart person, and it depends on who pretends to be stupid and smart.

Xiao Yu'an's gaze slowly moved upwards, and finally fixed on the top of his head, Wang Rong followed his line of sight, saw him staring at the top floor of the temple, and explained: "In order to consolidate the roof, prevent the rain from eroding, and avoid the roof from falling off due to too much smoke and fire, there are many beams and columns on the roof to make support."

"Is this the case with all temples?"

"Uh-huh。。。。。" Wang Rong thought for a while, and frowned, "Not really, it is generally because the people in the countryside have no money to build it, so they will make this decision and directly nail the roof to death." ”

The problem lies here, Kyoto is not a rural area, even if it is a suburb, the temples are not so shabby.

As if thinking of something, Xiao Yu'an suddenly retreated to the door, measured the distance between the ground and the roof with a cane, retreated outside the courtyard, compared the distance, was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and even had a cold feeling.

"Someone!" Xiao Yu'an suddenly gave an order, and everyone's attention was attracted, and he recruited the prince's personal soldiers and asked them to climb up to the roof to have a look.

Xiao Yuanjun sent his own soldiers to him today, he didn't know why, but he knew that today's things must be done, otherwise, the prince would be branded as a willful and reckless reputation, he sent the soldiers to him with such fanfare, it was to cut off Hu Hansheng's back road, and it was also forced to force him to succeed.

He watched coldly outside the courtyard as two waves of people moved to dig up the corpses of the people, and the soldiers lifted the roof, constantly thinking in his heart.

When Wang Rong looked at him, he knew that he already had an idea in his heart, and stepped forward to ask, "Why did the prince suddenly want to lift the roof?" ”

"There's someone on top."

After hearing this, Wang Rong's eyes widened suddenly, and he staggered back a step, Xiao Yu'an stretched out his hand to help him, and said kindly: "The distance between the ground and the roof in the house is one zhang shorter than that outside the house, and there is an obvious echo in the house, indicating that there must be a dark grid in the house, and it is on the surface."

Seventeen was sure that Hu Hansheng's base was here, but this place was empty and unobstructed, if it wasn't for Seventeen telling him to dig deeper, he wouldn't have thought so carefully.