"Let's talk about it."

The four-eyed Dao Chief's face was solemn, but he returned to normal after turning his head.

He walked across from Zong Shen and sat down as well.

"After a day of inquiry, can the Taoist have any gains?"

Zong Shen's expression was as usual, and he didn't seem to care about the behavior of the Four-Eyed Dao Master sneaking in.

"Mayor Zong's breath is very peculiar?!"

The four-eyed Taoist did not answer, but asked rhetorically.

"Oh, haha, is this the breath that the Taoist chief asked?"

Zong Shen grinned, he didn't know what method he had used, and his breath returned to normal.

This also made the four-eyed Dao chief breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he was a living person, it was really a corpse puppet, and the consequences would be much more serious.

"Zong Shen's ancestors are all experts in massage techniques, and this little trick of stopping the tricks and closing the tricks is not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

Then, Zong Shen's face suddenly turned solemn, and he said solemnly to the four-eyed Taoist.

"Actually, in the Yang Mansion, there is..."

Let's not talk about the conversation here for the time being, where the Yang Mansion is, Shi Chen and Qiusheng are staying in place.

At first, the two of them could wait obediently in place, and after less than ten minutes, their ADHD committed.

The Yang Mansion is very large, and the place where the murder occurred is just the courtyard hall leading to the hall of the Yang Mansion, and there are many small courtyards and mansions next to it.

Qiusheng shouted that he wanted to go to other houses in Yang's Mansion to explore the secrets, and exploring this dilapidated mansion was the most exciting, so he even dragged a few patrol team dogs and went to explore the secrets together.

After all, it is also within the scope of the Yang Mansion, which is in line with the explanation of the four-eyed uncle when he left.

And Shi Chen became interested in the underground at his feet.

The husband and the drunken ghost tonight both died in this position, and in his mind, the phrase "digging" three feet from the shopkeeper of Zhong Le always lingered, and he was ready to move in his mind.

There must be something underground!

Shi Chen was very sure of this.

And judging from the trick of "distinguishing yin from wet stains", this piece of ground is exceptionally wet, far better than wet marks in other places.

I just wanted to go out to find a shovel, but I remembered the explanation of Uncle Four-Eyed when he left, for fear that there would be some moths out of Yang's Mansion, so I had to find a patrol team dog leg and ask him to help bring back a shovel.

It can be said that this wave of operations has been as stable as an old dog.

With a shovel in his hand, Shi Chen spat on his palm, ready to do a big job.

The ground in the courtyard of Yangfu has not been set foot on for many years, and most of the time it is covered by dead branches and leaves, and the rain in Hunan Province is abundant and the climate is humid, so the surface layer of the ground is still relatively easy to excavate.

Shi Chen went down with three spades and dug the surface of the ground.

Although those patrol members were curious, they didn't ask much, maybe this is also a unique skill of Taoist priests.

After digging the surface layer easily, the bare soil layer is much harder, after all, the soil in the courtyard is also compacted and hardened.

"Hum, hum" dug for most of the day, and dug down to a depth of half a person, but there was still no hair, which made Shi Chen wonder if he had made a mistake.

Just as Shi Chen was about to give up, suddenly the shovel touched a hard object and made a crisp sound.

"Childe, that familiar aura is getting stronger and stronger."

Huang Xiaocui's voice came from his ears again.

"Don't make a noise, get down to business."

Shi Chen patted the Spirit Cultivation Tomb in his pocket and motioned to Huang Xiaocui not to disturb him.

Now that he has discovered something, where does Shi Chen still have the heart to chat with Huang Xiaocui.

After feeling the shovel touching something, Shi Chen carefully shoveled away the floating soil next to him, gradually revealing the true face of the foreign object.

It is a clay pot the size of a wine jar.

Looking that it has been buried for many years, the soil stains on the clay pot are a little hardened and white.

To be on the safe side, Shi Chen used a shovel to carefully shovel out the clay pot, feeling the weight from one end of the shovel, which was unexpectedly light, as if it was an empty altar.

However, in such a fierce place, will there be an empty altar?

To open, or not to open?

Shi Chen was a little entangled in his heart.

Reason told it that there must be something terrible and evil in this jar, otherwise it would not have scared both the husband and the drunkard to death.

Why don't you wait until Uncle Four-Eyed comes back?

Presumably he should know the origin of this jar.

Shi Chen shoveled the jar aside, and tried his best to tell himself, don't think, don't look, don't open.

But the more he thought about it, the more the curiosity in his heart became more and more luxuriant, like a hundred claws scratching his heart, making him feel very uncomfortable.

That's human nature!

"Boom."

Shi Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and a bold idea arose in his heart.

I'll just touch it, and if I don't open it, it should be fine, right?

The thought could not be suppressed as soon as it appeared, and his curiosity was about to explode, although curiosity was always easy to kill cats.

He slowly stretched out his hand to the altar.

Before his fingers touched the altar, he felt a wonderful sensation, as if the altar had an endless gravitational pull, sucking his hand and exploring inside.

Shi Chen tried hard to withdraw his hand, but with all his strength, he could only barely stalemate with it.

At this time, a prompt sounded in my head.

"Ding, find the soul of the same origin, which can be used to make up for the defects of the special magic weapon spirit cultivation tomb."

At the same time as the prompt sound, the Spirit Cultivation Tomb in Shi Chen's pocket also began to heat up, accompanied by violent trembling.

Then Huang Xiaocui appeared next to Shi Chen with a faint white light, and she took a deep look at the small altar that sucked Shi Chen's palm.

After Xiao Cui appeared, Xiao Tan also began to tremble violently as if he had a resonance.

Shi Chen only felt that the suction in his hand was loosened, and he took a few steps back to remove his palm from the altar.

The surface of the small altar was black and billowing, as if thunderclouds were surging, and finally turned into a faint little humanoid phantom.

The phantom glowed black.

Xiao Cui stretched out a white and tender arm, wanting to touch this little phantom.

After his arm came into contact with the black light, it ignited a black smoke like a burning, and he quickly withdrew his arm.

The two are not only incompatible, but also contradictory.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Xiao Cuimei's eyes.

The dark shadow in front of her gave her a very conflicted feeling.

A feeling that is both intimate and at the same time opposite.

There wasn't much stalemate, and Xiao Cui turned into a ball of pure light, slamming into the little black shadow.

After the black and white lights collided, they provoked a more dazzling light, and even illuminated the entire Yang Mansion.

Even the four-eyed Dao chief and the town mayor Zong Shen in the mayor's house could see it.

And Shi Chen was almost blinded by the light near the center of the light.

Such an agitation forced out the ruthlessness in Shi Chen's heart.

He squinted his eyes and raised his palms to the small altar hidden in the light.

"Palm Thunder!"

The thunderbolt shot out and hit the small altar directly.

"Smack!"

After a crisp sound, the black light that confronted Bai Mang suddenly shrank extremely quickly and turned into a black dot.