After that, the group changed places, and used spells to open several graves one after another, and chose the fresh color of the tomb soil, that is, the new tomb that had just been buried some time ago, when Zhu Ganglie cut off the wedge of the sealed coffin and opened the coffin, and drove the Yin soldiers to carry out the corpses inside to check, they found that the fatal wounds on the bodies of these people who died in the so-called monster riot were very similar to the previous two corpses, or died from bite wounds or scratches, that is to say, they all died in the hand-to-hand fighting, and there was no sign of Taoism or weapons at all...... ”

These injuries are not surprising when placed on one or two corpses, but when a dozen or so corpses are in this situation in a row, it is extremely unusual.

Here, when Sha Langlan was about to cast a spell to open the next tomb, Zhu Ganglie stretched out his hand to stop him, shook his head, and said, "Old Sha, don't open it anymore." ”

Hearing this, Sha Langlan looked at Zhu Ganglie, and then at the golden cicada on the side, only to see that the golden cicada also signaled to him that it was enough, so he cut off the spell, and the grave bag that was constantly shaking on the ground gradually regained its calm.

After that, Zhu Ganglie controlled the Yin soldiers, reloaded the previously dug up corpses back into the original coffin one by one, sealed the coffin with a spell and put it back into the grave pit, while Sha Langlan manipulated the sand to restore these grave bags to their original appearance.

When everything was dealt with, the two came to meet Wukong, the golden cicada on the side.

After the meeting, several people discussed, and they all agreed that the injuries on the corpse were very bizarre.

However, it is said that the two generations of Jin Chanzi have practiced, and there are not many demon clans who have dealt with them for thousands of years, and when the other three people are on Fangcun Mountain, they are also the lords who often descend the mountain to descend the demons, so naturally they will not know the habits of the demon clan to fight.

But whether it is Jin Chanzi or Wukong and the other three, they have never seen such a 'gentle' demon clan attacking the human race, not to mention that such a gentle demon clan is not one or two, based on the results of the investigation just now, it is very likely that the people who died in the Western Brahmins that day were all with such strange injuries.

After Wukong and Sha Langlan each said some of their own opinions, Zhu Ganglie asked at Jin Chanzi, "What do you say about Jin Chan?"

Jin Chanzi said categorically: "It is by no means an ordinary monster that kills the people in the city of West Brahman, maybe it is not a monster that started at all. ”

Although everyone had such thoughts in their hearts more or less before, after the golden cicada said this inference, they still showed strange expressions.

Sha Yanlan frowned and said: "Jin Cicada, you said that it was not the demon clan who attacked, so who else could it be? It can't be these people killing each other, not to mention that if it is really the people killing each other, wouldn't the few national teachers of Tianzhu Kingdom kill ordinary people, so how can Heavenly Court gain a foothold in the Western Brahmins, and how can the king of Tianzhu Kingdom enshrine those guys as national teachers?"

Sha Langlan's series of questions are exactly the questions in the hearts of everyone present, and Jin Chanzi himself has not figured it out, so naturally he can't solve Sha Langlan's doubts.

However, the injuries on those corpses will never lie, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the handiwork of ordinary demon clans.

Thinking about it, everyone seemed to be caught in a strange circle, but in the midst of the arguments of several people, time was passing quietly, minute by minute, when the last bit of afterglow of the sunset was about to disappear from the sky.

Zhu Ganglie finally couldn't help but say: "There's no point in arguing like this, Jin Chan seems that it is necessary for us to send someone to the basin north of the West Brahmin City to have a look." ”

Hearing this, Jin Chanzi nodded, and then the eyes of the two moved to Wukong, the monkey head, and even Sha Langlan followed closely.

But it was said that before Jin Chanzi and the other three people were arguing about who killed those people, and Wukong on the side was absent-minded and drowsy, and suddenly heard Zhu Ganglie lead the topic from the mass grave to the basin in the north of the city, and when he was a little puzzled, he felt that the eyes of the three of them were like awls, and they were all stuck to his body.

I couldn't help but shrink my neck, and shouted very uncomfortably: "What are you three guys looking at Uncle Sun doing, the death of these ordinary people has nothing to do with my grandson, Uncle Sun and I were with the three of you every day in the days when they died......

Sha Furious said angrily: "Dead monkey, what crazy words are you talking about, who said that you killed these people?"

Wukong was stunned and said, "Then what are you all looking at my old grandson?"

As soon as Wukong said this, it was immediately revealed that when Zhu Ganglie and the three of them discussed, he didn't take it to heart at all.

Zhu Ganglie smiled and said, "Wukong, we just talked about sending someone to the north of the West Brahmin City, in the basin where the Taoist temple is being built, to collect some information. ”

Wukong pouted and said strangely: "Pig head, didn't we just go to that place a few days ago, Uncle Sun, I remember that you brought back two mouths to Lao Zhu, what are you doing there?"

Zhu Ganglie explained: " You have also seen the situation on Wukong's side, the wounds left on the corpses of the people of Tianzhu are very strange, we suspect that it is not an ordinary demon clan that killed them that day, and the king of Tianzhu has already said that the corpses of the demon clan killed by the three national teachers have all been transported to the basin north of the West Brahmin City for burial, and the immortal Taoist temple was built on it to suppress the evil spirit, so if you want to find out whether the three national teachers killed are monsters, or what kind of monsters, you must go to the basin in the north of the city again...... “

When Zhu Ganglie said this, how could Wukong not understand, "Pig Head, do you mean to send someone over to dismantle the Immortal Dao Temple and drag out the corpse of the monster buried in the ground for examination?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly woke up and said: "Damn, you guys don't want my grandson to demolish the immortal Taoist temple!"

"This can't be done! I think that the mortals gathered in the basin, not to mention there are tens of thousands, if my old grandson really goes to demolish the immortal Taoist temple, I don't know how many killings I have to make, and when the time comes, I will definitely not be able to spare me, who of you wants to do this business, anyway, my old grandson will not be fooled." ”

When Zhu Ganglie heard this, Wukong actually thought that they had sent him over to demolish the Immortal Taoist Temple, and he suddenly cried and laughed, and hurriedly explained: "Wukong, you think it's wrong, the Immortal Taoist Temple was built by the Tianzhu Kingdom with the strength of the country, and how can we say that it can be demolished." ”

When Wukong heard that there was no need to dismantle the Taoist Temple, his face looked a little better, not as hot as just now, but then he said strangely: "Pig Head, didn't King Lao Shizi say that the corpses of the monsters are buried under the Immortal Taoist Temple, if you don't dismantle the Immortal Taoist Temple above, how can you get out the corpses of those monsters." ”

Zhu Ganglie smiled: "It is precisely because of this that I want to trouble Wukong for you to go on a trip." ”

Wukong pointed to his nose and said in astonishment: "I? I'm not proficient in the method of retreating, what's the use of going? This kind of dirty work related to sand and soil, pig's head, you should look for stinky fish, stinky fish, you say yes...... Eh~"

Before Wukong finished speaking, he was kicked by Sha Langlan, obviously Sha Langlan was very disgusted by Wukong's blatant planting.

Zhu Ganglie automatically filtered out the painful expression that Wukong deliberately pretended, and continued: "Wukong, although you are not good at the art of retreating, but the Xuan Jiu Xuan Gong you have cultivated is very mysterious, and you can use other methods to quietly drill under the Immortal Dao Temple, and secondly, among the four of us, you are the only one who can ride the clouds, and there will not be much delay on the road." ”

Zhu Ganglie said this, seeing that Wukong's face was still a little hesitant, he continued: Wukong, in fact, we don't need you to dig up the corpses of the monsters over there, just need that after you have seen the situation of those corpses, you can tell whether the ones buried under the Immortal Taoist Temple are the demon clans, if they are really the corpses of the demon clan, you can write down the appearance of those demon clans and come back to tell us. ”

Zhu Ganglie said everything about this, Wukong looked left and right, and really couldn't find anyone to top the tank, so he had to answer listlessly: "Then let's do it~ Pig head, when do you want Uncle Sun and me to pass?"

Zhu Ganglie looked at Sha Langlan and then at Jin Chanzi, obviously asking the opinions of the two of them.

Sha Ranlan was noncommittal.

Jin Chanzi said: "Naturally, the sooner you set off, the better." ”

Wukong said angrily: "Dead bald donkey, don't you want Uncle Sun to fly over now." ”

Jin Chanzi snorted: "This is the dead monkey you said yourself, we didn't force you, you can leave now." ”

As soon as Wukong heard the words of the golden cicada, he was about to roll up his sleeves and have a big fight with the golden bald donkey, but fortunately, Zhu Ganglie held on the side and persuaded: "Wukong, you have been to the place where the Taoist temple was built in the north basin of the city, plus your somersault cloud is extremely fast, if you set off now, you can rush back in less than an hour, just wait for you here, and search again to see if we can find new useful clues to come out, and when you come back, we will go back to the city together." ”

To put it mildly, Wukong finally waved his hand and summoned his own somersault cloud, and after turning his head over, it turned into a golden streamer in the sky in a blink of an eye, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

With Wukong's departure, the last trace of red light on the horizon disappeared completely, and the huge mass grave was completely submerged into the boundless darkness.

The fact that the three of them are all uncommon and can see normally in this dark environment does not affect them to continue to look for clues in the mass graves.

Just as Zhu Ganglie was about to propose to go deeper into the mass grave to see if he could make new discoveries, the surrounding environment suddenly changed drastically.

Wisps of bone-deep yin qi began to seep out from the depths of the mass grave, and a cold chill spread in an instant......