"It happened suddenly!" asked Chuanting very surely.

The two collided with each other's eyes, and they both saw solemnity in each other's eyes.

"Can't resist!"

"It's too late to pack up your salute!"

Both spoke at the same time.

Two figures burst out of the house, divided into two directions, and jumped into several houses one after the other.

"Same!"

"Same!"

The scene was the same, which made the two of them more sure of their conjectures.

"Demonic spirit?!"

"Unless this demonic person still retains his sanity!"

Asking the rumors is very sure, the beasts controlled by the demonic qi will definitely not be able to leave a clue.

"Powerful!"

"Able to command everyone!"

The eyes of the two touched again, and although the words were different, the meaning was surprisingly the same.

"Squeak!"

The monkey's cry came from afar, followed by a carving cry, the two looked at the sound, Dugu spread his wings and hovered in the air, and his head with the feather crown full open looked at the two of them, and kept looking down.

"There is a situation!" and Wei Jingtang's eyes touched slightly, and asked Chuan to walk up, already running towards Dugu.

Although Wen Chuanting's steps were fast, there was no urgency, whether it was a monkey or Dugu, there was no panic in the call.

The shout is a reminder, and the figure of Dugu hovering is a coordinate prompt, giving Q Chuan a direction of travel.

The grass is green, the rocks are craggy, and the big house is wide, but it is a ruined wall, the eaves of the corridor are broken, and the broken wood is horizontal.

Looking at the scale of the foundation, it is more than twice as large as ordinary people, and it is located in the center of the village, so it is thought to have an important use, but looking at the dilapidated appearance now, it is even worse than the poorest people's homes.

Monkeys wander outside the ruined walls, tiny monkey paws stirring in front of their noses, driving away the stench that wafts in the wind.

Wen Chuanting shook his nose, itchy, wanted to sneeze, his nose was longitudinal, and his fingers rubbed the tip of his nose twice, and the itchy feeling subsided, but he couldn't stop the smell that got into his nostrils from time to time.

The stinking, rotten smell, with the gust of wind, kept hovering around the ruined house, and if it wasn't for the nearness, I didn't know that there was such a place, more smelly than the garbage heap.

"Why does it stink so much?" Wei Jingtang ran over, squinting, wrinkling his nose, his mouth slightly open and blowing the air upward, with a slight temperature of gas blowing out of his mouth and pouring into the upper two nostrils.

"Squeak!"

The monkey called, paws outstretched, pointing at the center of the ruins.

"A carrion!"

Wen Chuanting took a look, but found a rotting corpse lying in the center of the ruins, under the ragged clothes, not a single piece of skin could be seen, the black carrion rolled up, and many places had become dry and cracked.

"It should have been a long time since I died!" Wei Jingtang said with a frown.

Walking past Wen Chuanting, his heavy footsteps creaked on the gravel tiles.

"Is that the villager?"

"I can't see it, it's decomposed like this, it's beyond recognition!" Wei Jingtang waved his palms, and turned the lying corpse over with all his strength.

"My clothes are torn, soaked with blood, and I can't see the original appearance at all!"

Wei Jingtang said in his mouth, picked up an unknown branch casually, and gently touched the clothes wrapped in the corpse, without the wind blowing, it had already broken into powder just after touching it.

Ask Chuanting to look at the carrion corpse, "I was brutally tortured before I died!"

"Heh, I don't know who is so mad and tortures mortals who have not been cultivated like this!"

Whether he has cultivated or not, this is clear in the eyes of the two of them, the roots and bones are slender, the skin and flesh are soft, even if he is a man, he is a little taller than ordinary people, this carrion still has no traces of cultivation.

"Wait, look at his arm!"

The carrion flipped over, changing from lying on its stomach to lying on its back, one arm pressed under its body, taking on a strange twisted form.

This is not the main thing, the strange thing is that below the wrist, half of the palm is crushed, and the pieces of fine white bone are stained with air-dried meat puree, and the other half of the palm is squeezed between the tiny brick joints, flat and flat, as if it is specially designed for filling the joints.

The palm of the hand flipped over, and a strong wind spat out from the turning palm, and the whole rotting corpse was blown by the strong wind, and it moved away horizontally, revealing a stone slab several meters square below.

The two glanced at each other, and both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, and neither of them thought that there would be a stone slab completely different from other floors in this ruin. As the floor of the whole house, it is not unusual to be paved with stone slabs, but the abnormal thing is that the stone slabs are only about 60 centimeters in other places, and the square slabs are arranged squarely, but the size here is obviously different.

It's just different, but the hands are crushed and squeezed between the gaps between the stone slabs, which has to make people suspicious.

"This is the place to meet the guests, facing the main entrance, leaning against the wall, looking at the traces, there should have been something placed here to cover up this anomaly." ”

"Guess and guess, you don't know the real situation, open it and see if it's clear!" Wei Jingtang snorted coldly.

Bending down to reach out his arm, retracting his gaze obliquely asking Chuanting, his palm was just against the center of the slate, bending his fingers into a claw, hey, the arm muscles bulged, and the palm attached to the middle of the slate produced a strong suction.

In the creaking and rubbing sound, the slate was lifted inch by inch under Wei Jingtang's brute force, boom, boom, after two crisp sounds, Wei Jingtang only felt that his arm was light, and his whole body involuntarily leaned back, fortunately, he had a deep foundation, and he was steady, and he took three steps back in a row, which stabilized the trend of falling backwards.

Look at the stone slab attached to the palm of the hand, the number of meters is square, half a foot thick, lightly attached to Wei Jingtang's palm, the back, there are two damaged potholes on one side of the edge of the slate, which grow on the smooth stone slab surface, which hinders the view.

"Grandma's, Lao Tzu's efforts have been in vain!"

Wei Jingtang cursed, but he saw the damaged pit on the back of the slate, which was obviously connected to the ground, as long as he found the right method and used the right skill, the slate could be opened and closed like a door.

For Wei Jingtang's depression, Wen Chuanting ignored it, and looked at the black hole that appeared behind the missing stone slab, and a stone staircase stretched out, gradually drowning in the darkness.

A thick rancid smell gushed out of the black hole as the slate opened, a rancid, disgusting, almost suffocating smell that came out of the hole like a mushroom cloud, rising upwards, burrowing into the nostrils, and enveloping the two of them firmly.

"Ahem...... cough ......" A violent coughing sound came from Wei Jingtang's mouth, and the whole person bent over, shaking his head and shaking his body continuously, which was obviously abnormal.

Dizzy, nauseous, dry throat and eyes, squirming upwards like a mouse underneath, trying to jump out of the throat.

Ask Chuanting at this moment to feel that his state has never been so bad, never!

Wei Jingtang, who endured his nausea and dragged his body to tremble, withdrew from the mouth of the stone cave, withdrew from the ruins, retreated into the street, and withdrew from the entire village, and the two of them felt better.

The monkey who ran to the outside of the village early was not in good condition, sneezing constantly, and snot and tears flowed endlessly. The two paws instigated each other in front of the nose, and the speed was outrageous, as if there were mosquitoes flying there.

The only better one, that is, Dugu, who has a pair of wings, is not good, it spreads its wings and flies away early, which avoids the serious edification of the smell, but looking at its body swinging in the air, it is still destroyed by a slight smell.

"Damn, smoke Lao Tzu to death!" took a long breath, Wei Jingtang relieved himself and couldn't help cursing loudly.

Glaring at Chuan Ting fiercely, Wei Jingtang said with a cold face, "Lao Tzu has followed you, and he has been tortured more than Lao Tzu usually in a year!"

"Why don't you say that this time is much happier than when you nest in Taitianmen?!" asked Chuanting snorted coldly, glanced blankly, and then turned his gaze to the center of the village.

"Don't look at it, it's windy, the smell is dissipating quickly, look at the situation, we have to wait until tomorrow!"

Wei Jingtang raised his head, looked at the cloudless sky, and couldn't help but shake his head depressedly. He was angry in his heart, and his mouth was counting, but he was just venting the depression in his heart, not that he was dissatisfied with the question.

Asking Chuanting also understood, so he spoke sarcastically, not to break with Wei Jingtang.

Both of them understood each other's mentality, and vented their dissatisfaction in their own ways, and their eyes still swept towards the center of the village from time to time, the black hole opened by Wei Jingtang.

The strong rancid smell that filled the air made the two of them firm in their hearts that the villagers should be at the end of the stone staircase submerged in the darkness in the space covered by the stone slab.