Bai Zhou wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wen Junzhi: "Let's go over and have a look first."

"Oh, by the way, someone came looking for that tomb a few years ago." The old man suddenly said, "But he just went to see it, and I asked him if he wanted to renew it, and he said no. He also said that he was a friend of Cao Fenfang's son, did he know you?"

Both of them were stunned.

Wen Junzhi took out a cigarette and lit it for him, the old man looked happy and said, "Yo, it's Huazi, I haven't smoked such a good cigarette in many years. Young man, if you have anything to say, don't look at my old man's age, but I have a good memory, and I remember everything."

"Uncle, do you remember what that person from a few years ago looked like?" Wen Jun asked.

The uncle took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "Of course I remember, that person ......."

The smile suddenly froze on his face, and he gradually became confused, and it took a long time before he said, "How is it possible, why can't I remember what he looks like? Strange, I have a good memory, anyone who came to see me ten years ago can remember me, why can't I remember a few years ago?"

Wen Junzhi and Bai Zhou glanced at each other, and sure enough, they were anonymous.

"Uncle, don't think about it." Wen Junzhi put the rest of the cigarette on his table along with the box, turned and left.

The uncle was still there entangled: "Strange, really strange, why can't I remember anything, I can't even remember whether he is tall or short, fat or thin? Am I demented?"

As soon as Bai Zhou and Wen Junzhi walked in the direction of digging the grave, they heard someone shouting, "Something has been dug up!"

The two of them had a bad premonition in their hearts and quickened their pace.

Sure enough, they were afraid of something, and when the two arrived, they saw a tombstone lying on the ground, and the ground behind it had been dug up.

And the tombstone reads "Cao Fenfang's Tomb".

"Why is there a box next to here, is it a burial item?" The workers were talking.

"It's impossible, this is a cemetery, how can the people buried here have burial goods, even if they are burial goods, they will be put together with the urn, and they will not dig another hole next to it."

"Is it some valuable?" A look of greed flashed in the workers' eyes.

"Let's open it first." One worker said, "Maybe it's just a pile of rags."

Bai Zhou looked up and dug out a box next to the square where the urn was placed.

It was a tin box, covered with rust, and a large iron lock hung from it.

But after too much time, the iron lock had rusted so badly that it broke with a slight tug.

The person who spoke just now went straight to the door, took off the lock, and was about to open the box, when Bai Zhou's face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Don't open it! It's dangerous!"

But it was too late, and the man had already opened the lid a slit.

Although he listened to Bai Zhou's words and immediately put the lid down, it was too late.

A cold breath wafted out of the box.

The worker, before he could perceive the approaching danger, said, "Little girl, don't scream, you will scare me to death!"

But he soon realized that something was wrong, for all eyes fell at his feet, and the eyes of his co-workers were full of horror.

"You, what are you doing here?" The corners of his mouth tugged, "Don't scare me."

"Lao Li, you, your feet ......," a worker stammered, pointing at him.

He suddenly felt a little cold on his legs, and when he looked down, he saw a little boy of three or four years old lying at his feet, holding his thighs with both hands, his whole body was bruised, and a pair of eyes with only whites of eyes and no black eyes staring at him.

"Ahh Lao Li screamed in surprise and shouted, "There are ghosts! There's a ghost!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground with a pop, bruised and dead.

The reason why Bai Zhou didn't make a move was because Lao Li was already dead the moment he opened the box.

The blood bar on his head was instantly emptied to zero, but his physical body was still unaware, so he could still move.

But this situation can only last for more than ten seconds.

"There's a ghost!" The workers screamed in horror and fled in all directions, leaving only Bai Zhou and Wen Junzhi standing in place.

The child turned to look at the two of them, and then on all fours, crawled on the ground, and sped towards them.

"Left by Anonymous." Wen Junzhi's face was solemn, and his eyes were cold, "This is a trap."

He flew forward and slammed his right fist into the demon.

There was no sound, as if it had smashed into the air, but the evil spirit was scattered and turned into a cloud of black gas.

But it's not dead yet.

The black gas wriggled in the air for a while, and then swooped down on Bai Zhou.

"Xiaozhou, be careful!" Wen Junzhi exclaimed.

Bai Zhou looked at the blood bar on the opponent's head, and just now Wen Junzhi's punch beat the opponent's 250 blood bar to only 80 points.

She raised her hand and pointed at the "-" on the blood bar.

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Chapter 823, The Trap Left by Anonymous Free Reading.