I can't get enough to feed you

Mori Jiro's thinking is a little bit like Meng Xiaojiang's. It is scary to have a lot of bones, but it is even more frightening to be separated from the large army.

A group of people walked out of the villa in a mighty manner, each with their own thoughts. There were many flower fields in the villa. Fortunately, there were enough bodyguards, so all the flower fields in the villa were dug up for a week. aside.

Outside the villa, a few bodyguards were using powerful flashlights. They couldn't see anything from a distance. Under the incandescent light, they squinted their eyes and approached. , Meng Xiaojiang took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, Ji Xuanyuan swept his long arms quickly, and helped Meng Xiaojiang, who was about to faint, upright.

Ouyang's face was also a little pale, but he was much stronger than Meng Xiaojiang. He stared at the pit. The bodyguard said it bluntly. When he arrived at the scene, he found that the number of bones in the pit was beyond imagination. They were layer upon layer. Looking at the shape, the corpses at the time of burial should also be layered on top of each other like this.

Ouyang thought of this, and couldn't bear to recite a section of Tao Te Ching. Ji Xuanyuan glanced at him, and he muttered in his mouth, like Buddhist scriptures. Ji Xuanyuan didn't know where he learned it from, so his mind jumped naturally. come out.

After reading a few lines of Tao Te Ching, Ou Yang said, "This won't work, call the police."

Mr. Mori Jiro stood tremblingly by the pit, not daring to look down, but crying without tears: "Could it be possible that I still want to participate in a case of murder and burial?"

Ji Xuanyuan shook his head: "There is no rotten flesh on these bones, and they have been buried for at least ten years."

Only then did Mr. Mao Li heave a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Mr. Xuanyuan, otherwise I wouldn't be able to clean myself up by jumping into the Yellow River!"

Zhang Tianshi, his master and his disciples all looked the same, and Huang Shaoting jumped directly into the pit. Ouyang looked at Ji Xuanyuan, and Ji Xuanyuan asked in bewilderment, "What do you think I am doing?"

Ouyang snorted and said, "Aren't you going down to have a look?"

Ji Xuanyuan pouted, Huang Shaoting had already climbed up holding a human bone through a napkin.

Zhang Tianshi took the bone, everyone took a step back calmly, Liu Ziyi took out her mobile phone, and turned on the flashlight to show Zhang Tianshi the bone.

Mr. Mao Li also looked at Ji Xuanyuan in puzzlement, and wondered why these three people didn't move at all. Compared with Zhang Tianshi, they were too indifferent, right?

But when he thought that it was Ji Xuanyuan who prompted to dig the flower fields, Mr. Mao Li felt that Ji Xuanyuan still had two talents, but the shadow of Ji Xuanyuan's suspected mental illness was still lingering in Mr. Mao Li's mind. Suddenly, Mr. Mao Li looked at Ji Xuanyuan's eyes It is a mixture of sorrow and joy, complicated and indescribable.

Ouyang and Meng Xiaojiang beside Ji Xuanyuan were also affected by this look. The two were watched by Mr. Mori Jiro's complicated eyes, and they could see goosebumps all over their bodies.Ouyang thought about it even more, thinking, what the fuck, this wretched old man has his eyes on the young master, right?

On Zhang Tianshi's side, the result came out. With his drooping eyes, he looked at everyone present with piercing eyes: "There are incantations engraved on this bone, Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, do you know how to do this?"

Ouyang subconsciously went to look at Ji Xuanyuan, and Meng Xiaojiang also went to look at Ji Xuanyuan. Ji Xuanyuan rolled his eyes, thinking that I don't know if I understand, but if I don't understand, I can pretend to understand.

Ji Xuanyuan smiled slightly, walked towards Tianshi Zhang, and stretched out his hand: "Please show me."

Tianshi Zhang had never seen this spell before. Hearing this, he handed the bone to Ji Xuanyuan with great interest, and carefully watched the expression on Ji Xuanyuan's face.

Ji Xuanyuan took the bone without changing his face. The bone was clean, the soil had been wiped off by the napkin, there was no rotten flesh on it, and the bone was not white, but a gray color.

Holding the bone and flipping it left and right, Liu Ziyi walked over lightly and illuminated the flashlight for him.

Under the incandescent light, Ji Xuanyuan's heart moved, and the knowledge in his brain spontaneously came out: "This is a small bone of a human leg, it belongs to an underage boy, and the patterns on it... are spells."

Zhang Tianshi laughed in his heart, because what Ji Xuanyuan said was useless, and it was useless, making him just a parrot.

Ji Xuanyuan closed his eyes, knowledge flashed through his mind quickly, he remembered what the spell was, but he still couldn't remember who he was.

Ji Xuanyuan muttered to himself: "This is a curse from the Onmyoji's family, left by the Japanese Onmyoji."

Everyone present was silent, everyone first looked at Ji Xuanyuan, and then at the only Japanese present - Mr. Mori Jiro.

Mr. Mori Jiro also heard Xuanyuan-kun's words very clearly, he swallowed, and under the gaze of everyone, he said nervously: "Although I am a pure-blooded Japanese, I don't know anything! "

"This matter..." Zhang Tianshi frowned, "There are more things involved than expected."

At the same time, in two places, Wang Chengcheng was dressed in black, and beside him stood a weasel spirit, Huang Gu, who was enshrined by the Confucian family in Shandong, who looked like an old rural lady in a hexagram robe.

Huang Gu, this demon, has been wearing clothes for a hundred years, her hair is tied into a bun at the back of her head, and a sterling silver hairpin is inserted.

Ou Minglang drove in the middle of the night, and accelerated all the way to the alley of the office. He poked his head out and bumped into the unsmiling Huang Gu. Ou Minglang took a breath, thinking that an old lady from the Republic of China ran out in the middle of the night.

Seeing Ou Minglang coming, Wang Chengcheng opened the door and got into the car without saying a word, followed by Aunt Huang wearing old cloth shoes.Sitting in the car, Wang Chengcheng reported an address, and the Land Rover drove out smoothly. Ou Minglang took a cigarette in his mouth, but didn't light it, just biting the smell of the smoke to refresh himself.

It was just past seven o'clock at this time, and it was still the rush hour when Ou Minglang was driving all the way in traffic jams. After Wang Chengcheng and Huang Gu Bafeng sat still in the car, they were stuck at a red light again. Ou Minglang asked aloud : "Chairman Wang, just the three of us?"

Wang Chengcheng replied indifferently: "Let's keep it simple, I'm enough."

Ou Minglang chuckled. Although he had never fought against Wang Chengcheng, he also knew that Wang Chengcheng would be one against ten, and he could be the leader of the Eastern Warlock Alliance—it would take hundreds of years, not to mention whether Wang Chengcheng was considered an individual. He has lived for hundreds of years, and he is also a powerful big man.

Ou Minglang said again: "Chairman Wang, the place you mentioned is in the suburbs. When you drive to the outer ring road, there will be no traffic jams. But we are in the urban area, so we are really not sure how long it will be blocked."

Wang Chengcheng then replied: "No rush, it's not an urgent task, nothing will happen to that place for a while, just going there to confirm one thing."