"It was my grandfather who inspired the power of blood in my body for me, and I was able to practice so quickly. I was also very surprised, because the blood in my body was not the blood of the fox fairy, but from another race. But it seems

It's a bit stronger than the fox fairy bloodline."

Kong Xuan thought for a moment, then spoke with a somewhat wandering gaze.

"Don't you know who your father is?"

I spoke in surprise, because no matter whether it is a human or a monster, the body still retains the blood of its parents, and the same is true for Kong Kong'er, and the life span of monsters is far longer than that of humans, let alone the Qingqiu clan.

The fox fairy.

"I don't know. My mother said that my parents died a long time ago. She refused to tell me when I asked her. And every time I asked, she would get angry and scold me."

Kong Kong'er lowered his head, a touch of sadness flashed across his eyes, looking a little depressed.

"Okay, don't think too much. Maybe your mother has something to hide. What time is it now? Why don't we eat something? Also, Qing Ming, when will my injury get better? When will I be discharged from the hospital?

?”

Now I feel very itchy all over my body, but other than that there is nothing unusual. I think even if I get out of bed and walk around, it should be fine.

"It will take at least a week to appear. Now you hit your head and have to be hospitalized to observe the situation. The injuries are getting better quickly. The longevity lines on your back have healed most of the injuries."

Qing Ming said with a solemn expression.

"I don't believe it. If you don't tell the truth, I asked Susu to come. She is a descendant of Hua Tuo."

I said with a cold snort.

"Okay, three days, three days to leave the hospital, within these three days, you don't have to think about anything, okay?"

After a moment of silence, Qing Ming slowly spoke.

I knew that Qing Ming would not let go no matter what, so I agreed. During the past three days, my uncle called me to ask about my injury. I also asked about Chen Xiaoning's situation, but the uncle said that this girl has never come back.

I asked about the situation on the mountain again. The uncle seemed confused and didn’t know what I was talking about. Later I found out that Wang Xiaoyou had already dealt with it.

Three days later, I removed the gauze. What I couldn't accept was that all the hair on my head had been cut off and the gauze was still wrapped around it. Although I could be discharged, I refused to leave this ward until my death.

Qing Ming found me a hat, and I returned to the company gloomily.

Qingming didn't allow me to deal with matters in the company. I was bored, so I stayed in my room alone and surfed the Internet.

Kong Konger seemed very depressed and helpless. As soon as he returned to the company, Qing Ming gave him a task and asked him to handle things. Maybe it was because the company was short of manpower, so Kong Konger had to compromise, but he was unwilling to leave me and would not accept it no matter what.

I have left the company's tasks, so I am doing some odd jobs in vain.

I was watching the latest major events, and one piece of news caught my attention, and this news happened in our city of Yonghe.

"In Yonghe City, Wanshoushan Cemetery was robbed. There is no trace of the tomb robber. Hundreds of corpses are missing. Is this man-made? Or is it the work of supernatural forces? Please pay attention..."

This news made me tremble with fear. There is a set of pictures below. Because this city was established recently, Wanshou Hill is still a suburb. There are many cemeteries for burials in it. However, due to policy reasons in the past two years,

, cannot be buried, must be cremated.

I saw that many graves in this picture had been dug up, revealing dark coffins. The coffins also looked dilapidated, as if they had been smashed into pieces, but some places caught my attention.

Those new cemeteries were not damaged at all, and those dilapidated tombs from certain years were all dug up, and strangely, the tombstones were not damaged and remained intact.

"You actually know not to destroy the tombstone. Why, since you have stolen someone's body, are you still afraid of being killed?"

I stared at this set of pictures and sneered.

This corpse theft news quickly attracted the attention and onlookers of many people, and the number of comments quickly reached thousands. I began to browse these comments, but most of the netizens’ messages condemned the immoral behavior of the corpse theft.

, touched the bottom line, but soon a message from a fellow Taoist named Sanshenghua caught my attention.

"Is this what ordinary people call corpse robbing? They don't destroy tombstones just because they don't want the ghosts to be entangled with them. Corpse robbing is about refining corpse soldiers, not for burial items."

This is the comment of the netizen named Sanshenghua.

I read this comment and couldn't calm down anymore. I immediately added him as a friend, but what made me depressed was that he was not online.

After looking at the information of this netizen named Sanshenghua, I found that he didn’t fill in anything, but the image was a word for burial. After a while, he took the initiative to send me a message.

"You're looking for me?"

"Well, how do you know?"

I tapped on the keyboard with my fingers, bit a piece of chocolate in my mouth, and pressed the enter key.

After a long time, the message came back, "You didn't find me, then why did you add me?"

After I saw this message, I was very speechless, so I replied: "I read your comment on the body robbery news and I was very curious."

"You are a young man, so you should not ask more questions about this kind of thing."

The other party responded so slowly that it almost drove me crazy.

"Can you tell me your contact information? You are typing too slowly. Also, this matter is really important to me. The corpses in the cemetery you mentioned are used to refine corpse soldiers, but how do you judge these?

Can corpses be refined into corpse soldiers? Only corpses can be refined to a certain extent. If they are too rotten, they cannot be refined. Moreover, only people in the magic world know this vicious secret technique. Who are you?"

I tapped my fingers on the keyboard, then tried hard to suppress my restless heart, waiting for the other party's reply.

But this time the reply was very quick. There was a set of numbers on it, which looked like a phone number. I tried to dial it, but my already tense heart suddenly rose, fearing that it was an empty number.

"Beep...beep..."

When I heard this voice on the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief.

The call was connected and I spoke: "Hello, I am the netizen from the Demon Catching Company just now. Are you a Sanshenghua?"

"Well, yes, young man."

A very old voice came over the phone, which made me slightly stunned.

"Grandma? Are you Sanshenghua? Is it you who was typing and chatting with me just now?"

I exclaimed and spoke.

"Why, you can't surf the Internet when you are old? Although typing is a bit slow."

The voice over there spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"No...no, don't get me wrong, grandma, let's find a place to talk in detail. You seem to know a lot about this corpse theft."

I was a little embarrassed and quickly pointed out my original intention.

"I am old and can no longer run away. I am the tombkeeper of Wanshou Mountain. You can come here to find me."

After saying this, the person on the phone hung up, and there was a busy tone on the phone.

I pressed the phone and started thinking.

I never thought that this person named Sanshenghua was actually the tombkeeper of Wanshou Mountain. Who was she? How did she know about refining corpse soldiers? Why didn't she stop it if she knew it? What's so difficult to say?

I sent a message to Zhang Qian, the front desk of the demon catching company, and asked him to call Qing Ming and Kong Konger up. I had to discuss it with them, because I felt that this matter seemed to be vaguely related to the previous incident, and my intuition was generally very

allow.

After a while, Qing Ming and Kong Konger came in. I pointed my hand towards the computer and said, "Please read this news. It happened yesterday."

Qing Ming and Kong Kong'er came up and began to browse the news carefully. After a while, Qing Ming's voice rang out: "This person named Sanshenghua is a bit strange. If we really want to solve this matter, we have to get it from him."

Take action."

I smiled, turned my head, and said to him: "I have contacted this netizen named Sanshenghua for a long time. She is now in Wanshou Mountain."

Kong Konger stared at these pictures, then looked away after a long time, and said: "This netizen named Sanshenghua should live near Wanshoushan Cemetery. Unless you see this kind of thing with your own eyes, it is impossible to know."

"After all, the little fox is smart. She is the tombkeeper of Wanshou Mountain. When should we set off?"

I spoke up.

"Going again? Let us take over this matter. You don't have to go. Just stay at home and recuperate."

Qing Ming spoke with a cold expression on his face.

"No, I guess this has something to do with the Green Bamboo Sect, or maybe it has something to do with the White Bone Demon Sect."

"Why do you say that?"

Qing Ming asked slightly stunned.

"Think about it, why are they looking for the mummy general? The Bone Demon Sect has just been established. Where are there so many demon disciples? They practice very vicious spells. A war in the magic world is imminent, and they have no fighting power.

What will happen? I believe that soon, this phenomenon of corpse theft will also appear in other major cemeteries. If one Demon Sect disciple can control ten corpse soldiers, then a hundred of them. Although they can refine corpse soldiers, they will definitely

I want a corpse to suppress it."

As I spoke, I connected these things together, because at this time, nothing could be left out.

"Impermanence, when did you become so smart? It looks like I'm going to have to take a fall too."

Kong Konger walked up to me, pointed at my head and laughed.

After Qing Ming heard this, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle and stared at me.

"Do you know what reasoning is and what connection is? Humph, don't underestimate me."

I rolled my eyes at them.

"Let's just set off, I'm afraid something will happen."

I remembered that the tombkeeper suddenly hung up the phone, and I felt an ominous premonition.

An hour later, our car stopped at Wanshou Mountain. There was a crematorium built here. Almost all the people who died in the city were sent here to be cremated.

I got out of the car and took a look at the sky above the mountain, and found that the Yin Qi was extremely thick, with a faint black mist filling the air. This was a sign that the Yin Qi had reached its extreme. It seemed that many people had died in recent years.

After locking the car door, we heard the sound of crying. It turned out that many family members were here to send their relatives for cremation.

We walked to a management office and asked about the whereabouts of the tombkeeper. The management told us that she lived in the brick house next to the cemetery.

The manager also told us that the people here call the gravekeeper Long Po, who is already eighty years old. He guards the cemetery on this mountain alone and has no heirs. He has been guarding the Wanshou Mountain all his life and does not need any salary.

Just to guard the cemetery.
Chapter completed!