Previously, Rong Fei heard two places where the sound of a normal heartbeat came from, one was the small courtyard where the old man's fourth uncle lived, and the other was deep in the mountains and forests behind the town.

Coming to the edge of the mountain forest, Rong Fei once again activated the Insight Divine Power of the Partition to determine the location, but the normal heartbeat of the suspected masked monk disappeared.

Ran away?

Still is... He's dead?

Although there is no evidence, his intuition tells Rong Fei that there is the greatest possibility that the masked monk has died.

The townspeople had warned not to enter the forest after dark, so as not to alarm the mountain gods.

Rong Fei used to read novels and often saw the sentence Feng Lin Mo, because it was easy to get lost in the mountains and forests, and it was very easy to encounter ambush attacks.

But Rong Fei is not an ordinary person after all, as an eighth-grade monk, holding a four-grade rune sword, wearing soft armor, and elixir protection, he is not afraid.

Even if there is a mountain god, he is qualified to fight.

Thinking back to the direction where he heard the voice earlier, Rong Fei took a deep breath and walked into the forest.

The tall canopy of trees blocked the moonlight, and after entering the mountain forest, Rong Fei seemed to have entered the night from day to night, and his eyes were difficult to adapt to the suddenly darkened light, and he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him.

To be on the safe side, Rong Fei took out only a quarter of the remaining Xuanbing Creation Pill and pinched it between his fingers, activating the Barrier Insight Divine Power.

With the activation of the supernatural power, the scene in front of him instantly became clear, and you could see a trace of heaven and earth aura floating in the forest.

The aura here is even richer and purer than the outside world.

The ground in the forest is piled up with thick dead branches and leaves, and every time you settle down, it is soft and soft, which makes people feel unsteady, and the clicking sound of dead branches and leaves when they are trampled is amplified several times in the silent space, which is especially real in the ears.

In this environment, it is impossible to hide your whereabouts unless you can fly.

So Rong Fei ran directly, relying on his ability to see the supernatural power through the wall, dodging giant trees and crossing ravines in the dark mountains and forests, and quickly approached the predetermined position.

After running fast for about a quarter of an hour, I went deeper into the mountains and forests for more than ten miles, and not far in front of me was a cliff that towered into the clouds.

Rong Fei slowed down, adjusted his breathing, and clenched his talisman sword and walked towards the cliff.

The sound of the suspected masked monk's heartbeat heard earlier came from near this cliff.

After walking some distance, Rong Fei stopped and squatted down, carefully observing the ground.

The closer he got to the cliff, the more sparse the trees became, and the ground was wantonly encroached upon by various unknown weeds, but a path appeared under Rong Fei's feet.

The path can be walked side by side by two, the ground is flat and hard, there are obvious traces of trimming, there is no residue of grass and roots, so Rong Fei speculates that this path should have existed for many years, but there are not too many cluttered footprints on the road dust.

Walking along the path for some distance, Rong Fei found several shoe prints, the size and interval of the shoe prints were almost the same, and they should have been left by the same person. On the right side of each pair of shoe prints, there is a small pit half a finger deep and the size of a copper plate.

After observing for a while, Rong Fei's mind came up with the picture of the fourth uncle staggering on the path with a cane.

From the town to here for more than ten miles, it took so much effort to open up this road, but it was only for the fourth uncle to pass. And even if the trail is built, the gentle slope mountain road of more than ten miles is extremely difficult for an old man with inconvenient legs and feet.

So what's at the end of the road?

Thinking for a moment without a clue, Rong Fei walked forward along the path again.

After walking some distance, we reached the end of the path, and the cliff was close in front of me, and a clearing was cleared under the cliff, and in the center of the clearing was a grave, and in front of the grave was a man kneeling.

Seeing the outfit on the kneeling man, Rong Fei sighed.

It was the masked monk who had been chasing him for a day and a night, but he was already breathing and dead.

Seeing that the Divine Psychic Vision swept around and confirmed that there was no danger, Rong Fei walked over to the masked monk and looked at his face first.

The eyes are round, and there are faint blood marks at the corners of the eyes. The black cloth was torn off, revealing a terrified, distorted face.

Confirming that the masked monk was dead, Rong Fei ignored him and looked sideways at the grave bag on the other side of him.

The burial mound was apparently often trimmed, there were no weeds on it, and the surface was very strong. In front of the tomb is a stone tombstone, which is chiseled with exquisite patterns, but there is no text indicating the identity of the tomb owner.

Rong Fei had heard of the wordless book of heaven, but the wordless tombstone was the first time he had seen it.

Could it be that the people buried in the grave can't see the light?

Or does the person who is buried not know the name of the person who is buried?

After taking a general look at the tombstones and burial bags, Rong Fei turned his gaze back to the masked monk who had died.

His face was distorted and hideous, and a little blood was torn from the corners of his eyes, as if he had been frightened before he died.

Rong Fei noticed that the monk's face was a little abnormal, faintly pale and pale.

After death, although the heart stops beating, the blood of the whole body will collect under the body due to gravity, and it will completely coagulate after four or five hours. If the corpse is lying down, as the blood coagulates, the skin on the surface of the body will gradually change from normal color to white, and the lower areas of the body, such as the back and buttocks, will appear bluish and purple.

From the time I heard the monk's heartbeat to this time, the interval was about half an hour, which means that the monk's death time would not exceed half an hour at most.

Although the corpse was in a kneeling position, in such a short period of time, it would not turn blue and white.

Rong Fei was suspicious in his heart, and reached out to untie the monk's shirt, revealing that the upper body and face were generally blue and white.

went around the back and tried to take off the corpse's boots and socks, but the corpse fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the speed of the corpse when it fell to the ground, and hearing the sound when it fell to the ground, Rong Fei sensed that something was wrong, reached out and grabbed the corpse's belt and lifted it up, and lifted the corpse up without much effort.

Rong Fei weighed it a few times, and had already guessed the cause of the monk's death in his heart.

Judging by the height and size of this monk, he should have the appearance of one hundred and thirty or forty pounds. But the corpse in the hand is obviously light, and the corpse is severe, which is contrary to common sense.

The waist knife was taken out of the jade ring of the storage, and the blade cut a cut in the lower leg of the corpse, and the shriveled flesh rolled up, but no blood flowed out.

It was as if there was no blood in the monk's body.

No obvious wounds were found on the surface of his body, so how did the blood in his body disappear?

Rong Fei simply cut all the monk's clothes and pants with a knife, and carefully examined them before and after, and found that there were no other wounds except for the wound on the calf and some small abrasions on the body surface that he had just cut with a knife.

Staring at the corpse and thinking for a moment, Rong Fei broke the corpse's mouth open.

Under the insight of the wall, Rong Fei clearly saw that there seemed to be obvious damage in the depths of the corpse's throat.

Rong Fei learned how to perform an autopsy with a head hunter in Fencheng, and used a steel knife to cut the body open from the throat to the chest, and after careful examination, many small wounds that had been solidified were found on the trachea and esophageal walls.

Rong Fei, who was rich in imagination, immediately had a terrifying picture in his mind, Rao was bold, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Could it be another demon, has it been flooded to this extent?"

Rong Fei muttered to himself.

Judging from the cause of death and the wounds in the corpse, Rong Fei first ruled out that it was done by humans.

It's likely that you've been killed by monsters.

Rong Fei had never fought with the masked monk, but from the descriptions of Li Ji and the others, it could probably be judged that this person's cultivation should be the peak of the ninth grade, and he was about to break through to the eighth rank.

There were no obvious wounds on the monk's body, indicating that there was no fierce fight, and that he was killed by the monster after being sucked by the blood of his whole body without the power to resist.

So what kind of cultivation is this monster?

Eight or higher?

But not necessarily, Rong Fei immediately thought of another possibility.

This monk, like Rong Fei, came in from the entrance of the town, and should have been confused by the strange scent. Monks are also human beings, not invulnerable gods. In a state of confusion, even an ordinary person can kill him.

Therefore, the cultivation of monsters is not necessarily very high, but the means are really weird.

It's just that I don't know if the ubiquitous smell in the town is a means of the monster itself, or with the help of some strange medicine.

And what makes Rong Fei the most creepy is the way the monster sucks blood.

Rong Fei watched vampire movies in his previous life, and vampires all bite through the carotid artery to suck blood, which is the most convenient and trouble-saving method in terms of human body structure. But this monster is so different, is it a special preference? Or is it a last resort?

Unable to think of any more reason, Rong Fei no longer wasted time and began to check the monk's belongings to see if he could find anything that proved his identity.

Soon Rong Fei found a bronze medal the size of half a palm.

On one side of the bronze medal is an unknown beast head pattern, and on the other side there is the word shadow killing.

There were also several porcelain bottles containing pills of unknown purpose, a dagger painted with black lacquer, two pieces of rune paper, and a stack of large treasure notes.

In addition, the monk's left arm is tattooed with the same animal head as on the bronze medal, and nothing else.

Shadow Kill!

I don't know if it's the name of an organization, or if this monk is called Shadow Kill, so I can only leave it for later verification.

After studying the two rune papers, Rong Fei guessed that the monk was able to run so fast by relying on this thing, which was somewhat similar to the Shenxing Taibao Dai Zong's Shenxing armor horse in the Water Margin.

The rune drawn with cinnabar on the rune paper has faded and almost disappeared, and it is speculated that this thing is still a consumable.

thought that while arresting people, he could also harvest a magic weapon by the way, but it turned out to be empty joy.

But come to think of it, how could a nine-rank monk have such a scarce and precious treasure on his body.

After checking the monk's belongings and finding nothing, Rong Fei turned his gaze to the grave bag on the side.

Why did the body of the monk kneel before the grave? Could it be that the monk's death has something to do with this tomb?

Who is buried in the grave?

Or maybe it's not people at all!

Rong Fei stared at the tomb bag for a while, and was a little embarrassed.

What about digging?

Or digging?