I looked down and saw that he really didn't lie to me, there was indeed a fragment of Ah Chen's jeans on the ground.

Although the old man was reluctant, he still gave an opinion: "Don't look at it, there is no beast trap at all."

"How do you know that?"

He pointed to the muddy ground, "Behind the trap is an iron chain, and the chain will be buried in the ground, and you see that there is a trace on the ground?"

At this moment, Wang Dali suddenly ran from a distance: "Ah Chen is still there, very safe!"

This answer is undoubtedly a reassuring pill, although I know that there is something strange in this matter, but Ah Chen is safe and sound now, it is everything I want.

"Hey."

I looked at the dense jungle, and a wave of fear rose inexplicably.

These lifeless trees are like man-eating monsters at this moment, and even if they are silent, they still make people panic.

Without much hesitation, I took the lead and turned around.

After staggering for a while, we finally reached the col.

The old village chief pointed to the end of my col, "That's it."

"it."

I looked in the direction of his finger and took a breath of cold air: "You remember correctly?"

"I buried it with someone back then, how could it be wrong?"

The col is long and narrow, and it is a low-lying area, but it has a mountain bag on the low-lying land.

In Feng Shui, this thing is called the Golden Turtle Looking at the Sea.

If the Yang Mansion is built, it will be a treasure of feng shui for future generations, and within three generations, there will be a rich person.

But if it is built into a yin house, I'm sorry, this will become a king's hat, and it is a murderous house.

I looked back at Force, "Did you bring a shovel?"

"Here's it!"

I pouted in front of me, "Dig."

"You've used this before."

The old village chief still looked contemptuous: "I can invite the old abbot of Beihai Temple before, I don't believe it, you are even more capable than the old monk."

I didn't refute it, but I just asked, "When he came, it should have been a clear sky, right?"

"Huh." He chuckled a few times, "When the sun was shining in the sky, didn't the old abbot also run away."

I took a deep breath and tightened the latch on my hand, "Who said you have to catch ghosts in the daytime?"

I can understand the disdain of the old village chief.

In that case, let's make it and show him.

Wang Dali followed me, and when I arrived at the place where Wang Ba was capped, I began to pick up shovels.

At the beginning, they originally built a tomb with yellow mud mixed with black soil, and now the rain is quite heavy, Wang vigorously rounded his arms and shoveled down, and the grave bag has already seen the bottom.

The turbid yellow and green liquid seeped out along the cracks and drifted away with the rain.

Even so, Wang Dali still couldn't hold back, turned his head and vomited.

The small grave bag, which is about a foot wide, exudes an indescribable stench, like the smell of rotten teeth in the mouth after not brushing your teeth for three days.

It's just that the taste has been magnified countless times.

I looked at the scattered bones, and I couldn't tell the owner, and the skulls of the two small and three large ones could prove the number of them.

I turned my head to look at the old village chief, "Uncle, there were five people who came to the village to ask for help at that time, right?"

After receiving his affirmative answer, I had a score in my heart.

I took a few steps back, dropped my knees heavily, and without saying a word, knocked my head three times.

"I want to surpass you, but now I can't go back to heaven, where the duty lies, you don't blame!"

With that, I raised my hand and stuck the latch on the top of the grave bag.

The latch used in the bungalow is the equivalent of a large safety lock, made of cast iron as thick as a wrist, and the length reaches the base of my thigh.

I turned around and gave Wang Dali a look: "Retreat."

He turned his head, covering his appetite with one hand and wiping his reddened circles with the other.

"That's it?"

"Half an hour at most, it's all over."

After speaking, I took Wang Dali and the village chief and quickly retreated to the lowest place.

Now the whole mountain is dark gray, and not far away there is a thick black cloud moving from west to east, and you can see the difference at a glance.

Not only is the cloud darker, but it also looks thicker.

This is not a cumulonimbus cloud, it is a thundercloud.

That's what I've been waiting for!