Ji Qianyu had already gone to see the cemetery of those people for the first time, but just one glance made her stunned in place.

Wood Kite Ge also came over at this time, probably because no one came to the cemetery to play, and the traces of this cemetery are still intact.

It was the intact preservation that was all the more terrifying, and there were marks everywhere beside the cemetery, and it was obvious that something must have happened in between, but none of them could say it.

There was a bit of helplessness in her eyes, she was most afraid that she had never been a demon with no high force, but that a weak mortal knew that she would die

But he still has luck in his heart and won't say any information, as if he is really the darling of Heaven, and he is really unscrupulous until the moment he dies.

Meng Xuanlin knew what she was thinking now just by looking at her, so he looked at him with an ignorant expression, "Guan Liang, what are these traces?" ”

His face was indeed very well-behaved, so Guan Liang didn't care about his salutation, but lowered his head and said as gently as possible, "Little Daoyou, I don't know these traces." ”

There was no trace of weakness in his voice, and it seemed that he should really be unaware.

After not getting the answer he wanted, this person was considered useless in Meng Xuanlin's eyes, so this well-behaved little Taoist friend in Guan Liang's eyes snorted arrogantly and then ignored him.

Guan Liang, who was inexplicably abandoned, touched his head with some doubts.

Mu Kite Ge glanced at Ji Qianyu, who blinked as if she understood something, and then she left the cemetery with Guan Liang.

After the two left, she casually gestured a few times in the air with one hand, and then she said to Meng Xuanlin, "Come and hold me." ”

Meng Xuanlin immediately walked over with his little short legs, and he stretched out a hand to firmly wrap his arms around her waist.

Sensing the touch on her waist, Mu Yingge glanced down at him, this glance was a little hollow, making Meng Xuanlin inexplicably feel that she was being seen through, but she didn't say anything, just slowly crossed her eyes with the hand that had been in the air for a long time.

Then the cemetery changed slightly, and with the cry, the group came over with a few sacks.

The sack was tightly wrapped, and it was impossible to see what was inside, but it was clearly not a body that had died early.

Therefore, the sack was moving and struggling, but the group did not notice it, and the wooden kite song wondered for a moment whether he had gone astray.

The sacks were supposed to be the corpses, but as the people who carried them swayed, so did they.

But this memory does not change anything because of the idea of the wooden kite, just like the funeral of an ordinary person, except for the replacement of the coffin with a sack, the other processes remain the same.

Immediately afterwards, Guan Liang said that he hugged them down with his own hands, and the sack was bulging, and it seemed that the weight was not light, but the man actually hugged the sack down with a relaxed face.

No one thought it was strange, there were white flowers everywhere around the cemetery, and a few mourners were also crying sincerely, and at this moment, Guan Liang took something in his hand and opened the sack.

She looked over for a moment, she saw the appearance of the corpse, she didn't notice what would happen to someone who had been dead for a few days.

But now the corpse in front of him, he kept it intact like a real person, as if this person was just asleep and could wake up in the next second.