The blood stains had long since dried up.

Mixed with the mud and sand, the dark brown patch of the city stretched from the half-collapsed door of the hut to the trembling and still standing half of the courtyard wall.

Through the collapsed courtyard wall, the rest of the village can be seen.

As far as the eye can see, there is the same scene as this small courtyard.

These originally well-built seaside courtyards were only in decline at this time.

Looking at the wharf outside the village, where there was still a neat row of fishing boats, Changhui couldn't help but sigh lightly, and sighed: "This village is born by the sea, and there are a lot of spiritual plants growing on the back slope, and it should be good to live in the Beizhou area, but it's a pity that ......."

Creation makes people.

This place is too close to the Demon Emperor's Palace, and unfortunately it has become the first "nourishment" for them to cultivate Soul Eaters.

"Senior sister, you see if that's Changqiong's thing." The black mist flashed through the courtyard, and Chang Yi took out two small pottery bowls from under the ruins, one of which had a crescent-shaped mark on its side.

Changhui took the bowl, his eyes slightly condensed, as if he could see a long memory through it.

The two small bowls look ordinary, but they are actually made of the multicolored clay used in the refining furnace, which is considered to be among the magic weapons, and it is difficult to burn them even with the hotter flames.

"That's right, it's Changqiong's stuff." Changhui recognized this small bowl, and this bowl was made by her own hands with Changqiong.

I remember that at that time, Shizun was in the Wuxiang Sea, and she, as a senior sister, took on the responsibility of taking care of her younger brothers and sisters.

Changqiong was still young when she first started, and the small porcelain bowls that the sect canteen provided to the inner disciples were broken by her.

It was an innocuous trivial matter, but a few mouthy people muttered a few words behind their backs, praising the new disciples of Daoyuan Ancestor for not paying attention to the rules, and this happened to be heard by Changqiong.

Changhui still remembers that day Changqiong's eyes were slightly red, and the hand holding the small porcelain bowl was slightly white because of the excessive force, and at first she was stubborn and refused to tell the reason, and when she said that she was going to interrogate those canteen miscellaneous workers, she whispered the truth.

This pair of small bowls was made by her at that time when she took Changqiong to find a senior brother who was good at refining.

One of them was pinched by her, and the other was pinched by Changqiong, and then it was fired and refined by the senior brother together, becoming what it is today.

Now the one in her hand, with many small crescent marks on the side, was pinched by her at that time.

These crescent marks are nothing else or left by fingernails.

Changhui still remembers that at that time, she asked Changqiong how to distinguish between two small bowls, Changqiong pondered for a while, and finally had an idea, and reached out to pinch out many nail marks on her small bowl.

What did Changqiong say at that time?

It's like, "I left a mark on my sister's small bowl so that I can identify it, and I will use this small bowl with only a mark in the future!" ”

Thinking of the past, Changhui couldn't help but feel a little sadder on his face.

Ping An buckle, small pottery bowl.

These are all Changqiong's things.

Changqiong is a nostalgic person, even if these things are no longer useful to her, she is used to carrying them with her.

What seemed useless to others was extremely precious to her. She would never throw them away.

So why on earth did she leave her things at the girl's house?

Where the hell is she now?

There is no answer to the question, but it is certain that Changqiong must have been to this small village.

"Why don't you dig through the ruins and see if there are any more clues here?" Yu Xi proposed.

"Leave it to your subordinates." Elder Mai took the initiative to ask for help.

Turn over the soil, they are doing it!

I saw him pinch the magic trick, and after a while, the ground under his feet seemed to come to life, and a "earth dragon turned over", and all the things pressed under the broken stone wall turned out.

The first thing that caught the eye was two white bones.

The skeleton is slender and well-proportioned, and it does not look like a man or a young child.

Changhui and Changyi breathed at the same time, and the two of them almost didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Yu Xi stepped forward, raised his hand and lightly covered the white bones, withdrew his hand for a moment, turned around and said: "The bones look like they are women's, but the residual spiritual power in the bones is very meager, even if the bones have been buried unattended for several months, and the spiritual power has dissipated somewhat, I am afraid that the cultivation before death will not exceed the foundation building."

And Changqiong is a high-level monk whose strength is no less than that of Changhui.

Her bones had already been polished to be tough and tenacious in several thunder tribulation temperings, and it was impossible for her to be as fragile as the two white bones in front of her, but she was hit by the rubble a few times, leaving many fine marks on it.

It is said that care is chaos.

After listening to Yu Xi's words and looking at these two white bones, Changhui and Changyi also realized how outrageous their previous thoughts were.

This bone can never be Changqiong's.

"Sometimes, no news is the best news." Yu Xi whispered.

Whether it is in the Demon Emperor Palace or in the village where the accident occurred, Changqiong's whereabouts cannot be found.

That means that she was not killed here, maybe she had already left this place, and she didn't know where she was in the cultivation realm at this time.

The truth is this truth, but if nothing happens, where can't you send a note and hold a word of peace?

They can only comfort themselves now, at least they haven't found Changqiong's body yet.

As long as they don't see the corpse for a day, they will firmly believe that Changqiong is still alive in this world.

Yu Xi looked at the storage bag that Changhui was holding tightly in his hand, sighed, and proposed, "Let's bury the bodies of those children in the village." ”

It is said that the soil falls back to the roots, and this ruin is the "roots" of those children.

All of their relatives have lost their lives here.

Now burying their bodies here can be regarded as sending them home.

Yu Xi's proposal was unopposed, and everyone flew to the leeward place under the hillside.

Changhui untied the storage bag, took out all the corpses inside, and placed them neatly on the ground in rows.

Looking at these young and weak corpses with blurred faces, everyone had a little sigh on their faces for a while.

Elder Mai muttered a few incantations in his mouth.

When Changhui and Changyi heard this, they couldn't help but raise their heads in surprise and glanced at him.

He glared at the two of them and looked back, "Why, haven't you seen the Demon Cultivator read the scriptures?" ”

Changhui hurriedly shook his head, "No, I just didn't expect you to even know this." ”

"It's just a rebirth spell, this thing may not be worse than those old bald donkeys in Fayun Temple." Elder Mai grinned, "Don't forget what our Holy Land Sect mainly does to make a living. ”

What does it do?

Changhui and Changyi glanced at each other, and a little inexplicable flashed in their eyes.

Yu Xi silently spoke on the side, "Funeral dragon." ”

There are five sects and three sects of the Demon Dao, each with its own skills.

What the Holy Earth Cult is best at is related to "soil", whether it is digging or burying soil, it is what they are best at.

It can be described as a good hand in finding graves and burying soil and adding graves!

(End of chapter)