Feng Xue looked at the roll of fresh soil in front of her, her body trembled and said, "Here?"

"arrive."

Fang Che said: "Do you need me to dig him out for you?"

"Need not."

Feng Xue said: "I know you all hate him, so I'd better do it myself. After all, I'm his sister. I'll dig, he can feel at ease."

Fang Che sighed.

The feeling rose in my heart again: sealing the mist! What kind of virtue do you have? Why do you have such a good sister!

You are really not worthy!

Fang Che stood aside with his hands behind his back, looking at the vast night view of the mass-burial mountains, with endless ghost fires. He sighed a little, and sighed a little.

How many people were buried here?

Fang Che didn't know, but he could know that the number of people buried here was far more than the number of people living on the entire continent now.

Behind him, Feng Xue took a deep breath.

He took out a piece of black oil cloth and spread it on the ground, then lit three incense sticks. He lowered his head and closed his hands and murmured a few words.

With a wave of his bare hands, the soil on the grave was quickly removed.

Then a pit appeared soon.

but……

"How could it be empty? No?"

Feng Xue exclaimed, "Ye Demon, Xiao Wu's tomb is empty!"

"No?"

Fang Che turned around like a whirlwind, his eyes fixed.

I saw that there was only a relatively complete piece of clothes in the pit, with fragments of traces of rotten flesh and blood. There was also a broken hairband connected to the hair.

Nothing else is gone.

There are still some signs of being roasted in the pit.

"The little mist body is gone."

Feng Xue widened her eyes.

"This is the tomb of the fog? Are you sure?"

Fang Che was not sure, he thought he had found the wrong place.

"Yes, I know Xiao Wu's clothes. This is his clothes, and the hairband I gave him."

Feng Xue said affirmatively: "We are not looking for the wrong thing, but what about the corpse?"

Fang Chezai looked carefully and said, "The body can't run away, right... I'll check it out."

This grave is not deep.

Fang Che walked around the pit and observed it carefully without destroying the original appearance inside.

Feng Xue was relieved and stood aside and watched.

As soon as you see Ye Demon's posture, you will know that he is definitely experienced.

Just wait for peace of mind.

"If someone stole the body, these clothes would not be left here. It would be even more impossible to be so complete!"

Fang Che frowned and pondered: "This hairband that even connects to the hair is even more impossible to leave. The hair is on the scalp. Even if it is dead, it will take some time to rot and fall off."

"What's more, the corpses of high-quality warriors should be stored for longer..."

"This hair root seems to fall off naturally, even hair follicles. And it's so complete..."

"So first rule out the body being taken away by someone tomb robbery."

Fang Che said, Feng Xue was thinking seriously and nodding constantly.

Fang Che finally entered the pit, slowly mobilized his clothes with a branch, and looked at everything in a very subtle way, while recalling the scars on Feng Wu's body.

"The interrogation of the fog did not use the poisonous dragon whip."

"I just kicked a few times... so there was no damage to my clothes... The injury should end up on my face... It wasn't right, and the pills were recovered. So when Vice President Yan went in to interrogate Feng Nuan, Feng Wu's face was intact."

"Since that's the case, how did these traces of flesh and blood come from?"

Fang Che looked at the blood on his shoulders and buttocks of his clothes.

The newest ⊥小⊥小⊥ said⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥!

And the clothes in these two places were damaged.

"This is not cut by a sword. It was torn open with your hands... This is not the bloodstain of the mind. If there were so much bloodstains in the mind, the brain would probably have come out."

"It should be..."

Fang Che stood up, held a heavy object in one hand, and held a knife in the other hand, and then cut it down with one piece of cake.

"No, this should be two swords. And the blade is not as sharp as a magic weapon, and its strength is average, which means that the person who takes action is average in cultivation."

Fang Che looked at his clothes.

A flash of inspiration in my mind, and I already knew what was going on: the corpse collector.

Cut two pieces of meat from the corpse?

Fang Che suppressed this thought in his heart.

“The collar is not damaged.”

"This means that Fengwu's body was cut twice before it was buried. Then it must have been buried here..."

Fang Che was a little regretful. He should have dug a grave with Feng Xue just now, so he might be able to see some traces.

But now...

"Miss, do you remember the situation of the soil when you dug up the grave just now?" Fang Che asked.

"Somewhat loose." Feng Xue said.

“Loose…”

Fang Che frowned and said, "This is a little bit unreasonable... After Fengwu died, the ten thousand souls returned to each other. Ten thousand souls returned to each other for ten days, and then a few more days... It has been more than half a month now."

"And there were two rains in Shenjing during this period, and it was even more wrong to be loose."

Fang Che murmured to himself, "Are there any traces of breaking through the ground?"

"Breaking out of the ground?"

Feng Xue was stunned.

But then recalled carefully and said, "...uncertainly, it seems that a round space once appeared in the middle, but then it disappeared... By the way, the soil below is more solid."

Fang Che looked at all this and whispered: "It doesn't seem like someone was digging out from outside. If it was digging out, it wouldn't be like this."

"It seems like...the body of the foggy body slipped out of the clothes and crawled out by itself..."

Fang Che was startled by the thought that suddenly appeared.

So he checked the scene again.

He said with a serious expression: "Miss Feng, I will ask you something, you must answer me truthfully."

Feng Xue said with a pale face: "You ask."

The young lady was really frightened tonight. She was full of fear and could not understand it.

"Do you Feng family have any skills to resurrect from the dead?" Fang Che asked.

The fog must be dead! It is definitely dead!

Yan Nan killed himself.

Yan Nan would never cooperate with Feng Wu to pretend to die. If Yan Nan wanted Feng Wu to live, he would not have to do anything at all.

With Yan Nan's cultivation experience, it is absolutely impossible for him to survive after he kills people!

The grave has no traces of robbery, and the clothes inside are intact. The most important thing is that the hair falls off naturally.

Then there is only one possibility: the fog is resurrected from the dead.

A new fog slid out of the clothes, drilled a hole, and got out of it.

But this is really ridiculous!

If Fang Che had not seen it with his own eyes, if someone else had said this to him, he would have thought this person was crazy!

"No! Our Feng family definitely doesn't have that kind of skill!"

Feng Xue looked at Fang Che with a pale face.
To be continued...