Yebei's guess is not wrong, Chu Xian is indeed not in the tomb.

At this moment, not only the shadows, but also the five Great War God Envoys were all standing at the foot of the Zhushen Mountain in the north.

The cold wind was bleak, blowing the weeds within a radius of ten miles.

At a glance, a lonely tomb stands, densely packed and difficult to hide the tragedy, there are countless soldiers buried in the palace here, many soldiers have explained before their deaths, hoping to be buried here after death, and the brothers in the hall sleep here, Chu Xian's tomb is in it.

Lonely and defeated, Lu Zhongyuan and the six Shadow Figures surrounded a tomb, and the soil mixed with weeds was re-dug up.

Inside, there's nothing!

Back then, when Chu Xian was buried, they were all present and witnessed it with their own eyes.

"Big brother, did Chu Xian cheat the corpse?" Sheng Hu on the side exclaimed.

For no reason, the body was gone, how could they not be shocked, it was simply impossible.

Sheng Hu's words were ignored by no one, let alone believed.

Chu Xian was injured by an eight-star god of war abroad, his heart was broken, and he died tragically on the spot, which is a fact.

Like Yebei, they never believe in ghosts and gods.

If you have a breath of air, the national doctor may be able to save you from the ghost gate.

But the people who have died, not to mention the national doctor, even Yebei, who is now a big country doctor, is helpless.

But no one knew that in the middle of the night that day, a man in a black robe melted into the night, dug up Chu Xian's tomb, and quietly left.

Who can save the dead?

However, there are people in the world who can save it.

It is better to save than to use it for them.

They never save mortals, but those who save are all geniuses.

Now the few people in the Temple of Zhu God are all people they dream of getting.

Thousands of years ago, a warrior saw them, thought they were ghosts, and called them the messengers of hell, which have been passed down to this day.

But Yebei had fought with them a few times, and he knew that the other party was no different from ordinary people except for the cold aura exuding from his body.

That cold breath must be a cultivation of some kind of exercise, which can save the dead, I am afraid that there is a unique secret method, after all, for a force that has been inherited for thousands of years, this is not impossible.

The Wu Clan Sect of the Martial Heavenly Puppet has the ability to refine dead people into puppets.

Perhaps, the other party is also a puppet.

No one knew that back then, after Chu Xian was taken away, he was not refined into a puppet, but soaked in a pool full of turquoise liquid for a full seventy-seven forty-nine days.

This is their secret technique, and as long as the time of death does not exceed twelve hours, they can be saved.

The turquoise liquid is called the ichor, and it is their ancient heritage.

The word "spirit" means that the spirit grass elixir can be restored to the same reason as Xiaoshan's parents, but it is obviously sharper, and the spirit grass elixir contained in it is afraid that it is an astonishing number.

However, no matter what, Chu Xian "came back from the dead", but why didn't he return to the Zhu God Temple, but stay in that half-human, half-ghost land?

For six years, there was no news and no contact.

This is the only question that Yebei wonders.

Yebei stood in the dilapidated wooden house, and the true qi was uncontrollable, and such a movement naturally alarmed many people of the Taer tribe, and at this moment, they all stopped a hundred meters away, and no one dared to approach.

The monstrous coercion made it impossible for them to get close at all.

"Hall Master, do you want me to investigate?" In the mirrored image, the Shadow asked, wearing a grimace mask.

"This still needs to be asked, it must be checked!" Sheng Hu followed.

The rest of the people also nodded.

Chu Xian's body disappeared inexplicably, even if the eldest brother didn't explain this matter, they would inevitably find out.

It's also so weird!

However, Yebei stopped it and let several people stay in their own places.

After all, at the moment, there is another extremely important matter, that is, foreign countries are eyeing each other and are plotting to enter China.

A few men must guard the frontier in case another kingdom suddenly attacks.

"Shadow, let the soldiers of the dark department pay close attention to the actions of other countries, Chu Xian's matter, you don't need to investigate first." Yebei drank deeply.

The other party's forces have been hidden for thousands of years, how can they be easily found out like this, not to mention, those people are almost the strength of the emperor realm, and the shadow is now only the king realm, once it is discovered by the other party, it is impossible to get out at all.

After saying this, Yebei cut off the communication.

There was a moment of silence, and a person's number was dialed.

Soon, the phone was connected, and a deep voice came, it was the capital lord Long Yanyan.

Yebei called him directly, before Long Yanyan had concealed the matter of the Hidden World Sect, it was obvious that he was in the position of the capital lord, and what he knew was far beyond Yebei's imagination.

"Hellbringer, you know what?"

The indifferent words fell, and the other end of the phone fell silent.

For a full minute, there was no sound, and the north side of the night did not change color, waiting quietly.

"Yebei, you'd better not fight their ideas, this force is definitely not something you can touch." On the other end of the phone, Long Yanyan's tone could not hide his urgency.

It can make Long Yanyan, the lord of a country, frightened, it seems that it is by no means ordinary, at least, it is not comparable to those hidden world sects.

"You know how much information they have." Yebei spoke again.

Obviously, he, Long Yanyan, knew about the existence of this force.

There was a short silence again, and Long Yanyan's helpless voice was heard.

"Yebei, this force has existed since ancient times, as for how many years, I'm afraid there is no way to trace it, they vainly say that the living will return to the country, and the dead will be under their control."

"It is rumored that in ancient times, some emperors deliberately joined them by dying in order to seek eternal life."

"They are absolutely untouchable, Yebei, you must ......"

Before the words fell, Yebei interrupted directly.

"Where are they?"

"I'm afraid no one knows." Long Yanyan sighed.

Yebei heard the words and hung up the phone.

It doesn't matter if this sentence is true or not, even if he knows it, he will definitely not say it, he is afraid that he will definitely not say it, he is worried that Yebei will be sent to death!

This mysterious force has existed for thousands of years, and its essence has probably reached an extremely terrifying point, otherwise, Long Yanyan would never have this attitude.

No matter how mysterious and terrifying the other party is, and no matter what dead people they threaten to belong to them, since Chu Xian is involved, Yebei will definitely investigate it to the end!

The wrist was raised again, and Yebei's fingers kept clicking on the screen.

Thousands of miles away, in a university classroom, a young man in a crumpled T-shirt and glasses was attending a class, looking slightly weak.

It's not so much a class as a penalty station.

You know, in college, it is very rare to be punished for standing, but he is standing and listening to lectures.

It's just because he didn't complete the programming assessment ten times, and it was an entry-level programming.

The surrounding students sneered and forced a smile.

Entry-level programming, as long as you are not a fool and you are not a hand.

Ten times have not passed, I am afraid that it is unprecedented, no wonder the mentor is so angry.

At this moment, a message suddenly popped up on the computer in front of him, which was a string of numbers.

The young man was immediately shocked.

The sender, he knows that there is only one person in the world, and the content corresponding to the number is only one sentence.

"Scorpio, enter the War Department network and post a message saying that I am too injured and have died."