The woman put her arms around the little girl and scolded her with a straight face, "Children are not allowed to talk nonsense."

Immediately, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry Immortal Elder, the child is young and ignorant."

"No, she's right."

I whispered, "You two, leave one at home with the children, and the other follow me to the original burial site."

The two of us discussed, the woman stayed at home with the children, and the middle-aged man set off with us.

When I went out, I saw that in the next room, there were many bamboo baskets, baskets, and some humanoid skeletons made of wire and bamboo strips.

These humanoid skeletons are no different from those we have drawn from corpses.

I am even more sure that the one who killed the eight people in the inn was the old man of their family.

I pointed to the bamboo strips and asked, "What are you doing with these bamboo frames?"

The man said, "My father used to be a dry paste-making shop, and he used to tie paper figures for funerals, paper horses, or something."

I nodded and said nothing.

The carriage made its way slowly along the wilderness, toward the woods due north.

Murphy crossed Erlang's legs and sat in the rutted position, "Qianlong what did you hear from the little girl's words?"

I said, "Before the age of seven or eight, people can get a glimpse of their lives, but this skill will become dusty as they get older."

"When the girl saw the dust on the old man's forehead, it was actually a sign of death for Yin Tang's blackening."

"As for the stench on his body, I guess it's because the wild boar killed the old man and left his own smell on him."

"In the early days, when tigers were rampant in the mountains, people who were killed by tigers turned into ghosts."

"The ghost will have the smell of a tiger."

"The old man's body also has the special smell of wild boars."

The man's eyes were a little red, and his clenched fists trembled, "I'll kill that beast that killed my father sooner or later!"

I whispered, "Wild boars bite people, they are not fatal, things are not that simple."

The carriage stopped at the entrance to the birch forest, and the man jumped out of the car and pointed to a brand new tomb in a pile of graves not far away.

"This is my father's grave."

It seems to have rained the other day, the ground is a little damp, and it's still a little muddy to step on.

The old man's body has been burned to ashes by us, and it must be empty.

In order to verify my guess, I took out the cyclone shovel from the storage bag and handed it to Li Wenjuan, "Didn't you always want to have a chance to perform, now I'll leave it to you."

Li Wenjuan glanced at me resentfully, and silently squatted on the ground digging a pit.

In order not to destroy the burial soil, and to be faster, Murphy and I joined in to help.

It didn't take long for the tomb to be dug up.

I stretched out my hand to open the coffin, but the man was a little anxious, "Immortal Chief, my father's old man's bones are not cold, ...... you?"

I ignored it and reached out to open the coffin.

The coffin was empty, and there were mimeographs of human figures in it, which were supposed to be left by the corpse's secretion of oil.

The man's eyes widened, "How can this be!?"

"Could it be that my father and his old man are not dead yet!?"

I figured out what was going on, so I said to the man, "Your father is dead, but his body has been ruined by monsters."

"We'll backfill the grave, you go back."

The man choked and kowtowed three times towards his father's grave, staggering back with grief.

Murphy lifted the lid of the coffin and wiped it with his handkerchief.

"Hidden Dragon, the lid of the coffin was opened from the outside, and there are three paw prints on it, not like a human."

I followed Murphy's point, and saw the not-so-obvious scratches, some of the paint on the coffin.

"Looks like a wild boar did it."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on it, placing my palm gently over the paw prints.

Lin Feng: "Mr. Zhuge ...... you"

Murphy frowned and whispered, "The hidden dragon is sensing energy, no one is allowed to disturb at this time!"

After sensing it for a while, I instructed everyone to step back five meters, while I stood on the edge of the grave and pinched the Eight Trigrams of the Five Elements.

Promoted to a Taoist priest at home, I have already mastered the formation that was once extremely difficult.

Countless runes fell, and the land of about five square meters under my feet began to spin in the sky.

The sun and the moon quickly alternated, and time flew back until seven days ago, on the night of the burial.

Where we are, it's a blue sky and a white sun.

The area shrouded by the Reverse Five Elements Bagua Array was pitch black as ink in the middle of the night, with only a trace of moonlight illuminating the dew on the grave, flickering with speckled light.

Not far away, the sound of heavy breathing, and the crackling of branches, sounded.

Li Wenjuan and Lin Feng both turned their heads vigilantly, while Murphy understood my methods and said calmly, "Don't be nervous, it's just a sound made in the illusion."

The sound of breathing grew heavier, and the footsteps got closer.

I saw a large wild boar with black air all over his body, standing beside the tomb, and with his thick nose, he quickly arched the dirt.

Because it was a phantom observation, we could only see a large wild boar with a body length of more than five meters, like a small mountain, and the arched grave with a clatter.

As for the more detailed things, we can't see them too clearly.

After a while, the earth of the grave was arched open, and the wild boar buckled the coffin with his paws, opened his mouth, gently grasped the corpse inside, and turned and slowly left.

Since then, the formation has slowly dispersed.

The ferocious power in the boar's body is particularly strong, which shows that it already belongs to the ranks of wild beasts.

A wild beast is not busy hunting, but wants to take away the corpse, which is simply incredible.

You must know that such a thing as a wild beast, no matter how strong or big it is, it has no brains. Look at the book

This wild boar-type beast not only did not eat the old man, but turned him into a beast, how did this happen!?

I thought about it, but I couldn't figure it out.

It's like a bear breaking into the head of the household's house, not only did it not destroy it, but it also repaired someone else's TV.

It's unheard of!

Lin Feng seemed to think of something, and suddenly realized, "I remembered!"

"In a case half a month ago, the iron door of a certain guardian's house was smashed open, and a family of three died."

"At that time, someone witnessed that they saw something that looked like a cow, running in the night."

"The original murderer is probably this wild boar!"

Li Wenjuan hesitated and asked, "Mr. Zhuge , is it possible that this wild boar has become a sperm, and after it specializes in killing people, it will turn people into monster-like things?"

I shook my head, "It's not that simple."

As we spoke, Murphy had already found a handful of jet-black hairs from the dirt.

"Hidden Dragon, I've found it."

I pinched my hair and couldn't help but sigh, "It has to be you."