I wonder why these elites of the Ghost Burial Team can use a lot of spells, and they are very miscellaneous, on Liu Tao's side, I have even seen the techniques of the Buddhist family, and they are all released without any formulas.

Even if a mantra is needed, it is very short.

"Alright, Miss Yi, how can I find that fragment, alas, it doesn't look so easy."

If you think about it carefully, I have intervened in Liu Tao's memory at the beginning, which has led to all kinds of changes, and this time, I don't plan to intervene in anything here.

The five members of the ghost burial team reluctantly returned to the village and began the relevant investigation, but for them, the only thing they knew was the 19th year of Guangxu, according to historical calculations, it should now be January 1, 1895.

"Perhaps, is it someone who deliberately left clues and fragments of memory that were born in this world of time?"

Yi Xuehan muttered suspiciously, I had a sad face, very confused, everything in this, it is really difficult to sort it out, I plan to continue to wait and see for a day.

In my spare time, I let my ghosts go out separately, which is necessary in order to be able to act as an independent individual for a longer time.

Although it was only a few days, it already had a certain effect, the ghost in my body began to increase, and there was also an obvious effect, those places full of cracks, as if new flesh had grown under the wound.

Yi Xuehan drifted to the village, and I sat quietly in the woods, waiting.

In the morning, when the sun had just risen, there was a commotion in the village.

Those horse bandits, weapons and horses, have been taken away, locked together, crowded into three wooden houses, and the people of the village, strict guards, once there is any movement, directly set fire, burn them to death, those wooden houses, around the firewood, has been set on firewood, so they dare not act rashly, and the villagers, also decided tomorrow, go to the county government to report to the official.

I can't help but think that the three-color totem of the Darong clan, black represents the earth, red represents the sun, and yellow, represents dreams, which can give strength to the charm of the charm, so that her instinct can continue to survive.

And at this point in time, January 1, 1895, what happened, just think about it, although those horse bandits are very fierce, but the villagers, but they rose up to resist, this is hope, and even if there is no help from the ghost burial team, these villagers, although they will pay some price, but I am afraid, will win.

In the village, some pits were dug early in the morning, in order to make these horse bandits suffer a big loss when the village gate retreated.

But I always felt that something was wrong.

Gradually, the sun sank in the west, and the village was still in a commotion, at this time, I noticed that the number of villagers was different from what I had seen before at the previous point in time, and there were dozens less.

"There are just 53 people less, which is the number of those horse bandits, Datong Village, a total of 269 people, and now there are only 216 people."

Yi Xuehan was next to me, and said coldly, I also realized that this place was created by the instinct of the concubine, in order to be able to provide strength for himself, and these horse bandits, I am afraid that they were created with a small number of villagers.

The time went to 12 o'clock, and sure enough, as soon as it reached 12 o'clock, the white air currents on the ground began to steam, and then in the blink of an eye, Yi Xuehan and I returned to the forest south of the village.

All around, black and oppressive, and the thing, sure enough, if we had seen the same thing yesterday, exactly the same thing, happened, I am even more convinced, this is someone's memory, and whose it is, we have no way of knowing.

Yi Xuehan has already tried, and the five people of the ghost burial team have been investigated with ghosts in turn, they are the aggregate of memories, and there is nothing special, just like Liu Tao's memory, we have not found it.

A few more days have passed, and the same thing, no matter how many times I watch it, nothing has changed, why Wu Dawei died, why his body, and why, appeared in the well in the middle of Datong Village on January 1, 2000, and the internal organs were hollowed out.

Yi Xuehan has been reading books in the past few days, basically, she doesn't bother to move around, but every day, she is alone, before her, and she has changed out of the small building that appeared in the forest of desire.

"Miss Yi, let's look for it together, maybe we can find something."

I was on the side, looking at Yi Xuehan, the book I was reading was still written by a ghost painting book fairy, and this time the name was the crying home.

"This kind of thing, just leave it to you, anyway, I'm not in a hurry, what I'm anxious about is Yin Qiujian, I don't like to spend so much energy looking for those ethereal things, I'm not Yin Qiujian, I'm more inclined to reality, not living in fantasy, go ahead."

I sighed and sighed, it seems that Yi Xuehan is not going to do these tedious things, I can only continue to investigate a little bit.

There is too little information that can be known now, and there is basically very little information that can be used, so I began to observe the five members of the Ghost Burial Team.

Among the five of them, except for Mu Xian, who usually doesn't talk much, the other four are very talkative, and often talk about happy places, they will laugh, but Mu Xian doesn't talk much on weekdays, but when he speaks, he has some amazing meaning.

"Can you look closer?"

I looked at the ghost, her eyes blinking, and she looked innocent.

"I said that I can't find it, I can't find it, what can I do."

I sighed helplessly, I was able to find the fragments of my memories before, relying on the desire ghost to be able to sense the power of desire, but now she can't feel anything.

"By the way, temples and totems."

I muttered, but immediately, I fell into a helpless situation again, because there were no temples around Datong Village, so I decided to become a villager and inquire directly.

In the middle of the day, in the village, while preparing for the feast, I sneaked in, and the five members of the ghost burial team were resting, and I began to inquire.

"Oh, I said, do we have anything to worship here?"

I asked, and suddenly, the villagers who were busy cooking next to me looked at me suspiciously.

"Did you drink too much last night, and your brain was drunk, oh, that's not."

The villager pointed to the middle of the village, the tallest two-story building, which was still an earthen house, I hurried over, came to the front of the house, I looked at the door locked, a big lock, locked the door.

After identifying the five members of the ghost burial team, who were still sleeping, I snorted, passed through the wall, and entered, and as soon as I entered, I found that there was a well, and two strange totems of three colors, and I found it.

After carefully inspecting for a long time, there was still no gain, I held the ghost soldier, snorted twice, and then I actually saw that this totem, without any resistance, cut me into two pieces.

Until the evening, I sat by the well, puzzled, and now I was in the memory of someone who was infinitely backwards, and it would be useless to catch the village chief here and bleed.

But at the end of the day, I don't understand why, when we enter a deserted village, we will first come to someone's memory.

I began to think about the relevance of Liu Tao's memory, whether there would be something in his memory, something specific that could completely connect all the 31 people of the ghost burial team.

After deciding, I began to take out Liu Tao's memory fragments, put them in my hands, and then began to investigate his memory fragments, but unfortunately, it was exactly the same as what I had seen before, and I couldn't see why.

There was Yi Xuehan's laughter upstairs, and I sat at the door of the octagonal building in this forest, with one hand on my cheek, and many days passed, and I still didn't have any gain.

At this time, Yixue came down, opened the door, stretched, and looked at me.

"Did you find anything?"

I gave her a blank look, sighed, and shook my head.

"It's really useless, Zhang Qingyuan, you can find it for me, I want to rest for a while."

I snorted, and Yi Xuehan closed the door, I blinked, and then roared angrily.

"You're not going to help find it."

After several days of fruitless return, in my head, I once again stirred up a pot of paste for these chaotic information.

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't find the slightest clue.

Boredom, I began to listen to the chat of the five of them in the ghost burial team, that Wang Shaoqin looked serious, in fact, in his bones, he was an uncle who liked to tell some colored jokes, and often instilled some things in Yuangui, who was in adolescence, and Na Luo Shuiyun, from time to time, was on the side, teasing Yuangui with very charming words.

On the contrary, Wu Dawei was born a bit of a thief, but he was decent, except for Mu Xian, the other three were all counting him for being fake and serious.

"It's not easy to solve this matter."

It's already evening, and in a little while, it's going to be 12 o'clock, and the five of them will be back to that situation again.

"Alas, that guy Liu Tao, I don't know where it is now, if this matter is not solved smoothly, in case it hangs, how will we explain it, and Liu Tao and his daughter-in-law."

Wu Dawei sighed, and the other few people, all with embarrassed faces, sighed, and suddenly, I thought of something, but at this time, time had begun to turn back.

Back in the woods directly south of the village, Yi Xuehan was busy erecting the octagonal tower again, but I stopped her.

"Miss Yi, maybe I've found the key place."