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This corpse is so weird. I don’t know if it is the living corpses of this village or the mastermind behind it. No matter who it is, it is too creative!

"It should be because this guy's mouth is closed too tightly and he can't plant corpse grass inside, so he has to go in another door."

I held back my laughter and explained. Then I looked at the fat man with a black face and reached out to pull out the corpse-raising grass in the back door of the corpse. Fortunately, the grass roots were not broken, otherwise the fat man would have to reach out to pick it out.

This is just a small episode. Next we dealt with twenty or thirty corpses, but there was no phenomenon of walking through the back door again.

It took us two or three hours to complete the pond. All the corpse-raising grass was piled by the pond, like a hill, and all the corpses were stacked in the middle of the pond.

There are too many corpses, and it takes too much time to get them all up. We can only simply save the people on the spot to do our best.

In fact, the souls of these corpses have long disappeared. No matter whether they go to the samsara of the underworld or are taken away by the black hand behind them, they will never be able to be saved by me again. This is just a form.

"Okay, all of them have been dug up, but what should we do with this kind of corpse grass?" The fat man looked at us in a tangled manner, and said with a sore face: "Don't say there is no Samadhi True Fire, even if there is really, I'm afraid that if we have to burn so many corpse grass, we have to take time!"

I was also stunned. Although the little ghost said that I am Samadhi True Fire, what he said must be two thousand years ago, and now I am helpless.

Sure enough, I confirmed again that the little ghost was indeed me two thousand years ago!

"It's really troublesome. Even if we make ordinary rootless fires on site, it's not enough to burn so many things." Hao Ren frowned.

"This corpse-raising grass is so awesome!" The fat man smiled bitterly.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't find a solution. I was determined and decided to use violence to solve it.

The Emperor's Sword was directly activated, and the sound of the dragon roar resounded throughout the underground village. Wherever the sword light arrived, the corpse-raising grass was completely cut off, and even the incision did not even drip out.

I was excited that as long as the leaves that could be transformed into seeds did not drip out, they could curb the continuous reproduction of corpse grass.

Hao Ren also showed a surprise expression and smiled: "Haha, it is worthy of being the Human Emperor Sword. It can actually forcibly seal the essence of the corpse grass. In this way, the corpse grass will be cut off from its vitality, but it cannot reproduce, and it will wither on its own in the future!"

We couldn't believe it. We were just trying it casually, but we didn't expect that this would be effective.

Grandpa confirmed to Hao Ren whether there was no possibility of resurrection. Although Hao Ren was not fully sure, he expressed an 80% chance that these corpse-raising grass would not survive.

To be on the safe side, I waved the Human Emperor Sword and cut the corpse-raising grass into many sections, almost making me tired as a dog.

After getting the corpse raising pond here, we searched for the underground villages and, to be on the safe side, we also confirmed again whether there was still corpse raising grass in this village.

However, what we didn't expect was that the day before yesterday, I saw with my own eyes that I had a luxurious mud house in my mouth, and I should have died completely.

"Why is it him?" the fat man shouted.

Grandpa looked at us with some confusion and asked who this was.

I looked at this familiar company and went up to check it out and found that he was really dead. Isn’t this person the young man from the construction team that was fighting against us in the valley above a few days ago?

"Why did he come down and die here? Isn't the installation project in the valley basically completed?" The fat man looked at me in confusion.

But I was not very surprised. Before, the young man acted very strangely, as if he knew a lot of things here. I had guessed that he might return, but unexpectedly, he died here.

"He has the same breath as you." Yu Wei's face wrinkled slightly, and then she looked at Hao Ren.

We were shocked when we heard this. Could it be that this person was also a tomb robber? Although Hao Ren was the successor of the Golden Gate, he was the leader of the tomb robbers after all. He was a real old fight. For decades, the smell of the soil on his body might not be able to linger.

"It's unlikely. I'll come here to rob the tombs. The tombs are all above. So why did he come in? Do you think there is something more valuable underneath?"

Even Lei Xiang joined the discussion.

Yuwei and I went up directly, searched in this house, and finally found a newer bag. Although it was covered in soil, it was still the latest bag from a certain brand, which should be brought by this young man.

After opening it, I saw a complete package of familiar things, Luoyang shovels and the like.

"Damn, this guy is so cunning. He is obviously a fellow traveler, but he pretends to be a construction worker to check the terrain here!" The fat man complained.

"Idiot, there are many ways to install wires and cables. Those who travel around the world will naturally find that this guy is smarter than you!" Hao Ren argued with his apprentice again.

I was speechless about these two people. I was not surprised, but I still interrupted them. I raised my work ID in my hand and said in a deep voice: "He is not a native dog."

Local dogs, a different name for tomb robbers by locals. Although they are not very nice, they are simple and easy to remember and hidden.

When the fat man saw the words on his ID, he was surprised: "Is this a member of the archaeological team? What did the archaeological team member come here for? Do you want to change your career?"

"Of course not!" A familiar voice sounded outside the house, and it was actually Ling Shunchang and several other familiar special departments members.

When we saw the Taoist priest, we were all a little excited. Although this guy was far inferior to ours, he was only comparable to Hao Ren and Fatty, but he had a special status and had a wide range of knowledge. He was definitely a capable helper.

"Yesterday, Rong City Police Department received a report that Ma Yang, a member of the archaeological team, was missing. I checked his information and found that his father, who is also an archaeological independent courtyard, organized a team of 10 years ago to specifically investigate Guitouling, but disappeared in Guitouling half a month later, causing a sensational mystery of Guitouling."

Taoist Master Lu Song behind Ling Tong explained.

I felt a little bit cold. The leaders of the townships before said that Fanjiagou is called Guitouling!

In this way, Ma Yang is probably looking for his father's whereabouts.

"This is the information about Ma Yang and his father Lao Ma. Lao Ma is a famous senior archaeologist in the province. We met more than ten years ago." Ling Tongcheng Chief handed me a pile of information.
Chapter completed!