Yuelu took a look, and sure enough, she saw that there were indeed some graves on the side that the fat man pointed out that had not been cracked, and those graves were still there until now, and even the weeds on the graves were still swaying in the wind, looking so lonely and lonely.

"Huh? Oh, why are those graves all right? ”

"I don't know why, but I think... But all the cracked mounds must have something to do with this! ”

The fat man's eyes really didn't say, he got down from the grave, squatted down, pointed to the pile of dry paper ashes in front of him, and said, "Look! These cracked, zombie-emerged graves have this kind of paper ash in front of them, and the graves without paper ash are all right, and..."

As he spoke, the fat man stood up, and he didn't care whether the grave was cracked or not, but picked a few graves nearby, and stretched out his big feet and stepped on the slope of the grave twice, and then the fat man continued: "There are also these graves, but all the cracked grave soil is special Xuanhe'er, as if it had just been turned over recently." ”

"You mean... These graves that can pop out of zombies are all artificial? ”

"Eight or nine is not far from ten! Even if someone didn't deliberately get these graves, someone must have taken advantage of the dead bodies under these lonely graves! ”

The fat man nodded, looked at Yuelu seriously, and said, "We have to bring something back to your brother and they have a look, I guess what happened here may be his next task." ”

"How do you know it's his turn to look into this?"

"Hehe, do you still need to ask, he's the protagonist!"

The fat man lit a cigarette, and then instructed Yuelu to look for it in the sports car, see if there were any bags or something, and bring a few over, so as to decorate something and go back to make clues to investigate the matter!

Yuelu agreed, and ran back in the direction she came, looking for the bag.

And at this time, the fat man asked Fang Liang to get out some fragments of wooden coffins and those plant roots-like things from the cracked grave, and at the same time, the fat man also gathered some paper ashes in a small pile, waiting for Yuelu to bring them into a bag.

But just as he was waiting for Yuelu to come back, Fang Liang turned his head to look at the uncracked mounds, and he also asked the fat man, if those zombies just now were really related to someone, then why weren't those mounds used by the other party? Besides, why don't there be zombies in those graves?

"How do I know that!"

The fat man rolled his eyes, saying that he didn't want to waste his brain cells and do useless work, but he suggested Fang Liang: "If you are really curious about this question, you can go underground and look at those coffins, maybe because the corpses in those coffins are half-disabled and cannot be used by that person!" ”

Actually, the fat man's words are a joke, and he is also talking nonsense about it.

But Fang Liang didn't think so, as soon as he heard the fat man's words, he felt that it was very reasonable, and even really walked to a complete grave, and turned into a puff of black smoke and drilled in.

"Hey, you're really going!"

The fat man smiled bitterly, stepped on the cigarette butt, and waited for Fang Liang to bring the result back.

However, within a few seconds, Fang Liang really came out, but the first thing he said after he came out was "Dao Chief, there is also a coffin under this uncracked grave, but this coffin is pitiful, and there is no body in the coffin!" ”

"Huh? The coffin is small? Not dead yet? What's in the coffin? ”

"It's white ash powder!"

Fang Liang walked in front of the fat man as he spoke, and immediately spread out his palm, showing a small pinch of powder in the palm of his hand in front of the fat man's eyes.

The color of the powder was a little white and a little grayish, and when the fat man dipped his fingers a little and pinch his fingers again, he also felt that the powder was very coarse, as if the powder was mixed with coarse particles of the same substance!

However, when the fat man smelled the smell of these powders, the fat man's face changed, and he exclaimed: "I'll go, what kind of white ash is this, this is not fucking ashes!" ”

"Ashes? Is bone made of ash? ”

Fang Hao didn't seem to know what the ashes were, so he asked the fat man: What are the ashes?

"Don't care what the ashes are, let me ask you first, is there such a big box under the uncracked grave?"

As he spoke, the fat man used his hands to draw a cuboid about a foot long, about half a foot wide, and a bundle high.

"The Taoist is like a god, and the small coffin below is the size of the Taoist chief."

Fang Liang showed an expression of admiration and nodded, indicating that the other party was very good.

"What's like a god, then his grandmother's urn, by the way, you fucking put the ashes in your hand back, it's not obscure!"

The fat man scolded and rubbed his two fingers, which were also stained with ashes, on the ground, and then put his hands together and recited two trumpets to show that he was offended.

After Fang Liang returned the ashes to the place, the fat man also explained to him what the urn and the ashes were, of course, the fat man also understood the reason why those graves did not crack and zombies did not pop out at this time.

About ten minutes later, Yuelu came back with a few plastic bags, but all the plastic bags she found had a sour smell, and even one of the bags was still wet.

When the fat man saw that the bag was wrinkled and smelly, he asked Yuelu, where did you find the plastic bag?

"Oh, we don't have bags in the car, I ran a little more along the outer ring and turned it out of the trash can!"

"Uh..."

The fat man threw away the wet plastic bag, and only used the few remaining dry and better bags to pack the prepared 'materials', and then, he said 'done', and began to walk back with Yuelu and Fang Liang.

Let's not mention Fang Liang's curiosity after he sat in the open trot, let's talk about what happened in this wild graveyard after they left here!

Actually, this is also the matter of the front and rear feet.

When the fat man and their open-top trot had just disappeared at the end of the outer ring road, a dilapidated van came to the other side of the road, and then the van stopped where the open-top trot had just stopped.

Then, as soon as the door of the owner of the van opened, a very ordinary-looking young man jumped out of the car, and the young man also walked towards the depths of the wild graveyard.

When the man had just walked towards the depths of the wild graveyard, he was still whistling out of tune, and although this whistle was not blowing very well, it could be heard that the boy was still in a good mood.

But when he reached his destination and saw the cracked graves, the boy's whistle ceased to a hoarse one, and it seemed as if his expression had changed from anticipatory joy to disbelief!

But this is not the end, this kid saw the zombie remains on the ground burned to black charcoal in the dim moonlight in the next second, and as soon as he saw these clearly, a loud curse sounded in the kid's mouth.

"That dog killed Lao Tzu's Gu corpse?"

He seemed to calm down after scolding twice, but the young man did not leave with anger, but quickly walked forward a dozen or so steps, and stood near a grave that had not been cracked, but there was also a little less obvious paper ash beside the grave.

(To be continued.) ）