Several people walked over to investigate and dragged it out of the bushes. It was a charred corpse, and the burns were so obvious that one could see at a glance that he had struggled in the sea of fire before he was born. Its face has been completely viscous, and its facial features cannot be seen. Only by the body shape and the snow gauze fabric outside can be judged that she should have been a woman before her death.
Chu nightning hung his hand on it, closed his eyes and explored, and then said: "There are no traces of Zhenlong chess pieces."
Someone murmured: "It's weird, Xu Shuanglin made a whole mountain of rare chess games, could it be that he missed it?"
Immediately someone retorted: "Which corpse have you seen that was left out and was left alone on the top of the mountain?"
The ink burned and walked over, back and forth, carefully looking at the female corpse. As the person who was the best at the Zhenlong chess game in the previous life, of course he knew some of the restrictions on this spell, so he had a relatively confident guess in his mind about the identity of this female corpse, but he needed some evidence.
Evidence was soon found.
Mo Ran took off a string of charred chains from her hand, wiped off the gray and black on it, and revealed some pale red spirit stones.
He handed the chain to Jiang Xi and said, "Song Qiutong."
"...How do you..." Jiang Xi asked halfway, holding the chain, and reacted, "Do you recognize this chain?"
"The wedding gift I gave her." Mo Ran said succinctly, "Song Qiutong is the descendant of Song Xingyi, and the sphenoid beauty family who subdued the Phoenix Evil Spirit is the key to opening the forbidden area of Huangshan Mountain."
Someone asked: "Xu Shuanglin killed Song Qiutong and used her as the key to open the gate of Huangshan?"
Mo Ran shook his head and stared at Song Qiutong's face for a long time. It was not a pity, but his mood was a little complicated. Mo Ran said: "No, I'm afraid she was still angry when he took her up the mountain."
"How to say?"
This time, before the ink burned, Jiang Xi spoke first. Probably to save his own face, when faced with such a question that he could easily answer, Jiang Xi did not intend to let the younger generation show off again, but said lightly, "In order to give Huangshan an order."
Mo Ran glanced at him, thinking that this is the best way, if you say everything, it will be more difficult to justify if you are suspected in the future. So he went to the side, gave Jiang Xi his seat, and let Jiang Xi speak.
Someone asked: "Order? Song Qiutong is a weak woman, what order can she give?"
"Although she is weak, her ancestors are not necessarily all pustules. The Phoenix Evil Spirit in Huangshan will only obey the bloodline that surrendered it." Jiang Xi is not confused, she said, "Song Qiutong is this. The last descendant of the bloodline."
The man gasped, "Ah, it was the Sphenoid Beauty Seat who subdued the Phoenix Evil Spirit?"
"good."
"That's unheard of..."
Jiang Xidao: "I haven't heard of it and it's normal. The four evil mountains have no other function than guarding. Therefore, whether it can be opened or not, and who will open it, everyone will not care too much. Song Qiutong was displaced before and was used as an auction. She must have never heard of her ancestors subduing the Phoenix Evil Spirit."
"So... so Xu Shuanglin brought her here?"
"It should be like this." Jiang Xi continued, "At that time, the Confucianism Sect was robbery, and everyone fled, and no one would return to the main hall to take care of the woman who was powerless. The only person who could take care of her, Only Xu Shuanglin, or the colleague behind Xu Shuanglin."
Xue Zhengyi pondered beside him and nodded: "Since the people behind the scenes can tear open the cracks in space and take Xu Shuanglin to other places, it is just a matter of time to bring Song Qiutong. We might as well make an assumption - he took her When she was brought to Huangshan, Song Qiutong's nature was a stalker. If she seized this life-saving straw, she would only obey her orders. Then at this time, that person only needs to take her to Huangshan and let her give orders to Huangshan, She will not refuse."
Someone asked, "But why didn't he use the Zhenlong pieces to control Song Qiutong?"
"Because the phoenix evil spirit can identify whether the person who gave the order is under control." Jiang Xi said, "It must live and be willing. Only this mountain will obey its orders."
Everyone slowly pondered the taste, and some people said in amazement: "Then why are we here? Didn't we all fall for his 'behind the scenes', and because of this damned Huangshan mantle, there is no way to clear it. These soul eaters... now what?"
Jiang Xi frowned, and seemed to dislike the metaphor of "in front of the stage" and "behind the scenes" that Mo Ran fought, but still said: "Find the 'in front of the stage' and go directly to destroy Xu Shuanglin's cloth puppets."
"Master Mo."
After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he suddenly called Mo Ran, and Mo Ran originally folded his arms and listened intently. Hearing him mentioning himself, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.
"Huh? What's wrong?"
Jiang Xi said quietly: "Master Mo's analysis has been straightforward. Then, Jiang would like to ask Master Mo one more question, where is the front of the stage and how can I find it?"
Ink burning: "... try to see the hell?"
"try what?"
The ink burned lightly, the flame in the palm lit up, and Liu Teng rushed out. He said: "This is it, it's called a ghost."
Jiang Xi: "…"
Seeing ghosts, like Tianwen, has the ability to interrogate people. The difference is that interrogation and interrogation of corpses are to let them speak, while interrogation of ghosts is to communicate directly with spirits.
Song Qiutong has been dead for more than a month, and his soul is long gone, but fortunately, Huangshan is full of yin, and the body has not rotted. The ink burned in a low voice: "Damn, go to the trial."
With a sudden sound, I saw that the ghost immediately obeyed the order, stretched out the branches and leaves, and wrapped Song Qiutong's whole body three times, and her body began to emit a dazzling red light.
The red light flowed in the eyes of the ink, and he tried to ask, his voice was low: "The one who brought you here, but Xu Shuanglin?"
Song Qiutong's charred face and facial features were indistinguishable, and there was no movement for a while.
"...isn't it working?" someone muttered softly.
The ink burned his eyes and asked again: "The one who brought you here, but Xu Shuanglin?"
Still no movement.
Jiang Xi said: "It seems that Master Mo is still too young, why don't you change your master."
However, at this moment, Song Qiutong's neck suddenly moved! She moves stiffly, extremely slowly, but undoubtedly shakes extremely visibly.
Xue Zhengyi was shocked: "Isn't it Xu Shuanglin?"
The ink burned tightly to see the ghost, the meridians on the back of the hand were slightly convex, and he asked again: "So, who brought you here, have you seen it clearly?"
There was a little silence again, Song Qiutong suddenly opened her mouth, but she didn't answer. What came out of her mouth was a large sticky and slippery snake, which fell to the ground and hissed and swam away.
You Gu Yueye's disciple recognized it immediately: "She has a swallowing snake in her stomach!"
Swallowing snakes, evil beasts, non-poisonous, covered with spirit armor, can survive in the human stomach for more than 20 years.
This kind of poisonous snake is also used by many sects in the cultivation world, and it is specially made for the dark guard to swallow it. From then on, the dark guard can answer the truth with the owner of the snake, and no matter what the rest of the people ask them, they can only Answer falsehoods, or mix the true and false, otherwise this poisonous snake will wake up from dormancy and instantly tear apart the host's internal organs, cut off the throat, and tore the tongue.
The bloody red light went out suddenly, Song Qiutong's whole body was shaking, shaking his head uncontrollably, a large group of scarlet blood clots overflowed from his mouth, it looked like a broken internal organ, as well as a tongue and throat...
No more telling the truth.
Everyone was stunned, and suddenly someone suggested: "Since you can't say it, why not let her write it?"
When the ink burned at the moment when he saw the swallowing snake, he actually understood that the people behind the scenes were very thoughtful, and it was very human. But he still stepped forward and raised Song Qiutong's hands to take a closer look.
Xue Zhengyi asked: "How is it?"
The ink burned and shook his head: "The muscles and bones have been broken, and nothing can be written at all."
It was getting closer, suddenly there was a cloudy wind blowing, thousands of leaves in the mountains and forests were grinning, and there were zombies roaring and wailing in the distance. For a time, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain was extremely frozen and treacherous. Ma Yun, the owner of Taobao Villa Breaking this dead silence, he said, "Then, the clue is broken?"
No one said a word.
The ink burned back to hell, Song Qiutong's body had fallen softly to the ground.
Soon there were vines from Huangshan Mountain crawling over, carefully coiling the master's body, wrapping her again, and dragging her into the bushes, as if they were going to save her with this little bush.
He just didn't understand why Xu Shuanglin and the others didn't kill Song Qiutong directly, burn her to the torch, and spend a lot of time cutting off the meridians in his hand to feed the swallowing snake. But when I saw this scene, I suddenly understood—
Huangshan obeys the sphenoid beauty seat family, from birth to death. As long as her body is in Mount Huangshan, the Phoenix Evil Spirit will not allow others to burn its owner to ashes.
The ink burned for a while and I didn't know how it felt, and he suddenly thought of himself in his previous life. When he died, no one would collect his body. Before dying, he had to lie down in a coffin dug beforehand. In fact, that doesn't make much sense. Later, the rebels who attacked the mountain didn't dismember him.
The way he died in his last life was probably even more desolate than Song Qiutong's. When it came to the end, he didn't even have a vine willing to protect him.
Many people around were muttering, talking to each other, frowning, and discussing what to do next. And some people are thinking with their eyes closed, such as Jiang Xi, such as Chu Wanning.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, combing everything that happened in front of him in his heart. Such a bloody method is extremely similar to him in the previous life. Perhaps because of this, Mo Ran felt that it was not so difficult to guess what Xu Shuanglin was thinking and doing.
He seemed to see Xu Shuanglin walking back and forth with bare feet in his Sansheng Courtyard. Xu Shuanglin was thinking and asking himself: If there is not enough spiritual power to control the corpses of monks, what should I do
Then he came up with the idea-
The common heart formation used, killing the same number of ordinary people, a monk corresponds to an ordinary corpse, like a puppet, for him to drive.
Where is the safest place to do this
Four Evil Mountains.
What should I do if I cannot open the Huangshan Barrier
With Song Qiutong's body.
A little bit of clues are quickly connected together, and the ink burning eyes are dark, thinking about it.
Where do people's bodies come from
- Linyi was robbed of fire and burned to the ground.
Although they are all guesses, each one can be matched. The lustre in his eyes gathers and disperses, and the clutches gather and disperse. He can even feel that he is Xu Shuanglin, and Xu Shuanglin is him. Standing on the top of Huangshan Mountain, his eyes are almost frantically patrolling. Looking at the corpse tide rolling down the mountain.
It became clearer and clearer, until suddenly, it stopped at a point.
If he is Xu Shuanglin, after doing this, shouldn't it be time to set up a "stage" to perform a puppet show that he painstakingly arranged
Where to choose "front stage"
Where can one find the remains of a formidable and considerable number of monks
If you don't get discovered, you can take shelter...
The gradually prosperous sky light suddenly dimmed.
"Jiaoshan..." he murmured.
Jiang Xi looked at him sideways: "What?"
Mo Ran's face changed, he looked at the east, and he suddenly became a little angry: "Jiaoshan! Hero Tomb! - He found the stage in front of Jiaoshan Hero Tomb! Linyi disaster, most of the victims were common people, Xu Shuang Linneng I got so many corpses of common people, but I can't get the corpses of monks with stronger mana! - Hero Tomb!"
Jiang Xi also reacted: "You mean that Xu Shuanglin summoned the skeletons buried in the Heroes' Tomb for hundreds of years?"
Mo Ran was too lazy to talk nonsense with him at all, and scolded him secretly, and he had long swept out and rushed down the mountain.
Xu Shuanglin is really a lunatic! The Hero Tomb buries the heads of the Confucianism Sect for generations, and even the first-generation head of the corpse disintegrated into an immortal. It’s okay to use the Array of Common Heart to control ordinary monks. Control these people
Once Xu Shuanglin's mana can't support it, these powerful bones will run away and break free. At that time, Xu Shuanglin will be backlashed and die violently, and the corpse group with the strongest fighting power in the Confucianism Sect for hundreds of years will runaway and lose control.
That will be a catastrophe no less than the rift of the endless hell!
The author has something to say:
"Tear the scene"
Xu Shuanglin: Why do you know me so well
Ergozi: Only hooligans can understand hooligans.
Xu Shuanglin: Why do you know me so well
Ergozi: Only perverts can understand perverts.
Xu Shuanglin: Why do you know me so well
Ergouzi: Only Xueba can understand Xueba.
Xu Shuanglin: ? ? ? Are you a scholar? Are you shameless
Ergouzi: You copy my common heart formation! How dare you ask me if I want face! ! !