After becoming a demon hunter, he found out that Lao Gong was the demon emperor

A group of people returned to the branch by car, feeling a little heavy.

Song Zheng felt that he must have overlooked something, and he went back to the table again and picked up the pile of documents.

After looking through these things again and checking them repeatedly, he finally found some clues.

What is connected is not these people themselves, but their ancestors, or their ancestral home.

The original native place of these people is all in one place, that is to say, these people who were killed all migrated here.

And they all came from one place before.

He spread out everyone's information, and the ancestral home recorded such a place - Xilu Village.

Song Zheng asked suddenly, "Does anyone know where Xilu Village is?"

"Xilu Village? What kind of place is this?"

The people present were a little puzzled when they heard the name, apparently they had never heard of it.

Liu Kun has a deep impression of Song Zheng, not only because of He Lan's attention, but also because he thinks this kid is quite strong.

He asked everyone's doubts: "What did you ask Xilu Village for? What did you find?"

Song Zheng spread out all the information: "Look at the ancestral homes of these people."

The so-called ancestral home is not only traced back to the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, but also a more advanced period. However, because the time is too long, there are only a few words of description, and it is not introduced in detail.

So when he first read it, Song Zheng subconsciously brushed away these irrelevant information.

After all, who would have thought that the current murder would be related to the distant ancestral home?

Everyone came together one after another, looking for news about Xilu Village between the lines.

After Chu Xiaoman looked at all the ancestral books, she was pleasantly surprised: "Song Zheng, you are really amazing. You can discover all of this. If you don't tell me, I didn't pay attention at all."

Luan Gang also said: "Who would have thought of this thing, but even if they have the same ancestral home, what does it have to do with their deaths?"

Song Zheng squinted his eyes: "I haven't figured this out yet, we now need to know when Xilu Village existed and why it disappeared."

"Where to check this, it's been too long."

Song Zheng: "There should be a database in the alliance. It should be no problem to check a Xilu village!"

Liu Kun went out with his mobile phone: "I'll contact the headquarters right away."

At this time, He Lan brought a group of people from the assault team into the door, and the originally spacious meeting room was almost full of people.

Everyone stood up and said respectfully in unison: "Teacher He."

Song Zheng is similar to a different person, his eyes are all on the information in his hand.

Not for anything else, because the name Xilu Village is so familiar that I feel as if I have been there before, and even when I mention this name, some scenes will flash in a daze.

Low thatched huts, potholed paths, jagged fences, and an indistinct totem.

This feeling was so strange that Song Zheng didn't hear clearly what He Lan said.

When he came back to his senses, everyone in the office had already left.

Song Zheng looked around, only He Lan and him were left.

He was a little surprised: "What about the others?"

He Lan: "I divided the assault team into several teams and took them out to search for clues. What are you thinking, so engrossed?"

Song Zheng shook his head. These scenes were too fantastical to be used as a basis for speculation.

He thought for a while that everyone else was alive.

"What about me, what am I doing?"

He Lan said lightly: "You are with me."

Song Zheng couldn't help but hooked his lips: "Then my foreign aid is too powerful."

He Lan: "Tell me first, what things have you discovered so far, let's share the information we got."

Song Zheng simply said what he knew, hiding those memories in his mind.

He thought for a while and said, "When I went to that suburb, I felt a residual evil spirit, which was different from that dog demon."

He Lan: "Where did it come from?"

Song Zheng thought of what the clerk said, and said slowly, "Death Forest."

The death forest covers a very large area, almost occupying half of the land in the southwest.

Also because of this forest, the air in the southwest is very humid in the past, the temperature is suitable, not too high, it is a place worth traveling.

However, this is only on the periphery, excluding the forest where you can get lost in it.

And this time, Song Zheng and He Lan were standing in front of this forest.

The sky was getting dark, and to be honest, it was not suitable for entering the forest.

But probably because of the boldness of Yigao people, neither of these two people was afraid.

Song Zhengji wanted to figure out what happened to him and catch the murderer.

But He Lan thought of those beheaded monsters.

Maybe these people are not just for a certain ceremony, but looking for something, and the purpose of beheading is to take the head away.

Such as relics.

After entering the forest, the light inside became even darker, but both of them have good eyesight, so the light is not the biggest problem.

Song Zheng pointed in one direction and said, "That's the direction I felt at the time, and the evil spirit was very strong."

He Lan felt it for a while: "You feel good, there was indeed a big monster here."

Rather, it is a monster with good strength.

The two of them walked forward following this evil spirit.

As time went by, the forest gradually became dark.

There is no moon outside, and the starlight can't get through. It's so dark inside that you can't stretch your fingers out.

There are everything in the dense forest, snakes, rats and ants, and danger may hide anywhere.

He Lan snapped his fingers, and a cluster of light jumped out from between his fingers, then jumped up, floating unsteadily in front of the two of them.

This cluster of light looks very small, but it illuminates a very wide area, which is enough for two people with good eyesight.

Song Zheng stepped over a thick branch and said with a smile, "Suddenly I remembered a TV series about tomb robbers. It was very popular. Do you think we look alike?"

Even though He Lan was walking in this uneven forest, his steps were still graceful.

"Like who? The ambiguous protagonist?"

Song Zheng: This is dead talk.

Speaking of this meeting, He Lan suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.

"Song Zheng, you haven't answered the question I asked you earlier, how are you thinking?"

Song Zheng was taken aback: "What are you asking..."

Before he finished speaking, he knew what the problem was just by seeing He Lan's eyes.

He Lan took two steps forward, and Song Zheng took two steps back, leaning against the tree behind him.

"It just so happens that no one is bothering you here. Give me an answer, okay?"

He Lan's face was hidden behind the cluster of flames, so he couldn't see clearly.

In fact, Song Zheng himself was a little hesitant, whether he liked He Lan more or admired him more.

He thought for a while and replied seriously: "To tell you the truth, will you be angry?"

He Lan said thoughtfully, "It depends on what you say."

Song Zheng said bluntly, "I like you."

He Lan was a little taken aback: "Is this the truth you want to say to make me unhappy?"

Song Zheng: "Listen to me, I like you and want to be with you all the time, but I don't know if it's because of admiration or love. I admired you a long time ago."

He Lan finally understood why Song Zheng had a different light in his eyes when he first saw him.

"From a very early age, I regarded you as my goal. I hope that one day I can become a monster catcher as good as you, so I have always liked you."

When Song Zheng said this, his heart beat a little faster.

"You confess to me, I'm a little surprised."

He Lan approached him: "Then do you feel happy?"

Song Zheng replied in a low voice: "Happy, very happy."

He Lan: "That's the end of it. If it's just admiration, then if anyone you admire confesses to you, you will be happy too?"

Song Zheng muttered softly, "You are the only one I admire."

He Lan rubbed his head: "Then I hope you will continue to worship me, and always regard me as your goal. You can only see me, and you can only see me. Can you do it?"

Song Zheng looked into his eyes: "Then you only have me in your eyes?"

He Lan laughed softly: "It's always been only you, it's just...you don't know."

Song Zheng didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, He Lan had already stood up, took his hand and walked forward.

"Let's go, although I really want to stop now, find a tree, press you on it and kiss you, you forget to worship and still like it, but there are more important things waiting to be resolved."

Song Zheng looked at the clasped hands of the two, and always felt that the idol's personality had collapsed a little bit.

What does it mean to be close... Then what, he wouldn't be so useless?

Probably because each other's minds were clear, Song Zheng suddenly realized that things were not as bad as he thought.

Maybe those memories are from his previous life?

The two walked a long way.

The evil spirit in the forest became more intense, but the evil spirit was scattered everywhere, and it was hard to tell where it was going.

Song Zheng could no longer distinguish the breath of the big monster, and just followed He Lan all the way forward.

He Lan would take him to teleport from time to time, and the two marched all the way deep into the forest.

Until He Lan suddenly stopped.

Song Zheng's perception is not as good as He Lan's, so he doesn't know what he feels.

It's just that the man holding his hand suddenly tightened his muscles, as if he had encountered an enemy.

He Lan said in a low voice: "You said before that we are like grave robbers, it seems that you are really right."

Song Zheng was surprised: "Is there a grave here?"

He Lan gazed into the distance through the woods, as if looking at the huge tomb hidden by the mountains.

"There are not only tombs here, but also a mass grave. However, it remains to be verified whether the people buried here are ghosts or not?"

Song Zheng licked his somewhat dry lips: "It's a pity, I didn't bring a shovel, otherwise I might be able to dig out some good things."

He Lan grabbed Song Zheng's waist with one hand, leaving only an afterimage in place.

"Don't expect good things, don't see any bad things, I will be very happy."

The cool wind in the woods at night blows across the face with high-speed movement.

Song Zheng was brought to an open space by He Lan without any effort.

There are no trees in this open space, only some messy footprints, it can be seen that someone has stayed there.

And in front of them, a huge hole appeared in front of the two of them.

The dark hole is bottomless, like an abyss devouring people, waiting for curious people to fall into it.

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