When everyone escaped from the ground in a panic, the disciple Qianyun who was guarding the entrance of the cave had long been scared and his face was bloodless.

Compared with the entire army of Longyan Sect, Qianyun Sect was still good. Everyone had no time to rest and blocked the entrance of the cave first.

"The spiritual land in the underground palace can only be handed over to the masters of the sect to collect it, and at least the Golden Dan Elder must come forward."

Wen Qiuqing said briefly: "If you hand this clue to the sect, you will definitely get a reward. At that time, everyone will share the rewarded spirit stones. I will rush back to the sect to report immediately."

"I'll go to the market and change some elixirs." Although Qu Hongfei looked pale, he was not seriously injured and planned to go to the market to change some things.

Some of them planned to return to the sect, while others decided to go to the market, and they said hello and parted ways.

"You won't go back?" Jiang Xiaolian asked when she saw Chang Sheng looking into the distance and frowned.

"The people in the village must move away, and there is no one living in Chashan."

Chang Sheng looked in the direction of the village and there were two demon spirits in the Chashan Mountain. If the people of Linyin Town lived there, they might encounter danger.

"I'll go with you."

Jiang Xiaolian sacrificed the light cloud boat and flew Changsheng to the direction of the village.

After returning to the village, Changsheng directly found Mr. Zhu.

Without explaining the source of the crisis, Chang Sheng only talked about the dangers in Chashan, and Mr. Zhu immediately agreed to relocate.

The people of Linyin Town, who had suffered natural disasters and man-made disasters twice in succession, seemed to have a special intuition about danger. No one questioned it and moved out of Tea Mountain overnight.

Seeing that the people in Linyin Town were displaced again, Chang Sheng left all the silver leaves left on his body to Mr. Zhu and Xiao Wu.

Jiang Xiaolian was even more generous and took out a heavy small box from the storage bag, which turned out to be a box of gold beads.

The golden beads were more than 20 kilograms and were given to the people of Linyin Town. With this money, they could find another place to live.

Not to mention anything else, it is not difficult for each household to build a tile house.

After dealing with the matters in Linyin Town, Chang Sheng felt relieved. If the demon spirit was born, it would not affect the people at least.

The village quickly became empty. With the evacuation of the people, only Chang Sheng and Jiang Xiaolian were left in the village.

"Are you born here? Why are you helping these mortals who are not relatives or not?" Jiang Xiaolian asked curiously in the uninhabited tavern.

"I was born far away and had no relatives." Looking at the cold tea in front of me, Chang Sheng said to himself: "Since you can do what you can, what's wrong with helping these people in danger."

"So, you are a good person." Jiang Xiaolian curled her lips. She didn't believe that there were real good people in the world.

"I am not a good person, I am just a mortal." Chang Sheng looked up and moved the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling.

"You are a weird guy." Jiang Xiaolian felt that she couldn't see through this guy, but she still thanked him: "No matter what, thank you this time. If it weren't for you, no one would have left Chashan alive."

"You can do your best, don't be polite, you'll need your senior sister to help you later." Chang Sheng smiled and said, "Help me find someone."

Since he had promised Changsheng before, Jiang Xiaolian would not go back on his word and asked Changsheng to find something that had the smell of seeking people.

When the little black dog was released, Jiang Xiaolian giggled while teasing the puppy.

She is not old and apart from her favorite to pretend to be mature, she is actually an innocent girl.

Taking out the low-level magic books left by Wang Wuming, Chang Sheng's expression became solemn.

Jiang Xiaolian took the book and shook it under the puppy's nose.

"Xiao Hei, track the smell on the book." Jiang Xiaolian patted Xiao Hei Dog's head and ordered him to use his talent.

The dog's sense of smell is already very strong, and the little black dog is a monster again. After sniffing, he tilted his head and looked at Chang Sheng first, then ran out of the door and shouted twice in one direction.

"Follow Xiao Hei, the person you are looking for seems not too far away from this." Jiang Xiaolian was also a little surprised to see that Xiao Hei Dog quickly locked in the direction.

After leaving the village, the little black dog headed south, ran for a short while, and finally stopped near a foot of a mountain.

Sometimes he sniffs the roots of the tree and sometimes he sniffs the rocks. When the little black dog found a valley, he suddenly shook his tail hard and shouted at the ground, looking like he was seeking credit.

“Here?”

Chang Sheng looked around and found no trace of people.

The place where the little black dog found was a desolate valley with nothing but dead branches and rotten leaves.

"Will you find the wrong one?" Chang Sheng said in confusion.

"No, Xiao Hei's olfactory talent is not at fault." Jiang Xiaolian raised her eyebrows and pointed to the ground, saying, "The person you are looking for should be buried here."

A word buried is like a heavy hammer, and Changsheng only feels bored.

The soil was not too solid, so Changsheng borrowed a long sword from Jiang Xiaolian and began to dig carefully.

The more sand and soil piled up, the deeper the pits were dug, and in the end, Chang Sheng was trapped in a big pit.

I never looked up, and I didn't say a word, just digging silently.

From dusk to late at night.

Jiang Xiaolian waited quietly by the side. She could feel Changsheng's mood. The digging of soil was piled up higher and higher like Changsheng's anger.

Finally, a corpse appeared in the sand.

Most of the corpse was rotten, only one eyeball was left, and a centipede crawled out from the empty eye socket on the other side.

The corpse's clothes were intact, it was a Taoist robe, which was exactly what the low-level disciples of Qianyun Sect wore.

The corpse posture is very strange. It is not lying down, but standing, bent over, and his hands seem to be digging something with force.

"Senior Brother Wang..."

Chang Sheng stood silently in front of the dry bones, and after a long time he spoke a hoarse whisper.

The dry bones' clothes and rough appearance made up a familiar outline. This corpse is exactly Wang Wuming.

After a few months of separation, I didn’t expect that I would be separated by the same person when I met again.

Why did he die?

Chang Sheng's hands were trembling slightly, and the expression on his face became ferocious in the darkness.

Why did he die?

Bang!!!

He punched into the mound.

"He is Qianyun's disciple!" Jiang Xiaolian identified the corpse's outfit and was a little surprised: "Is it killed?"

"Who did the move..." Chang Sheng suppressed his anger and roared: "Who is it!"

There were no clues about the murderer around, and there were even signs of fighting. The nearby trees were intact, just like Wang Wuming was buried here after his death.

"Maybe no one takes action, don't you think the corpse's posture is weird?" Jiang Xiaolian also jumped down and gestured beside the corpse.

He reached out his hand to make a grabbing posture, Jiang Xiaolian looked like she was grabbing soil with her hands.

"You mean, he buried himself here?" He suppressed his anger and Chang Sheng returned to his calmness.

"This posture is very similar to digging soil. It may be a pit he dug out by himself and then burying himself." Jiang Xiaolian pointed at her bare hands and analyzed the strange situation.

The rotten flesh on the hands is gone, which means that these hands are used to dig the soil, which makes the flesh and blood wear out first.

"Buried yourself... He killed yourself? Impossible!" Chang Sheng didn't believe this speculation. When Wang Wuming was separated, everything was normal and nothing happened.

Even a fool with incomplete mind would not be so stupid as to dig a hole and bury himself. How could Wang Wuming commit suicide with such an incredible action?

"It may not be suicide." Jiang Xiaolian said in a deep tone, "Don't forget the Spider King's trick."

Thinking of Wen Qiuqing and others being treated as dolls, Chang Sheng suddenly said: "Is someone using magic to make Wang Wuming a puppet, and let him bury himself alive..."

"Killing people is just a lie. This method is too cruel." Jiang Xiaolian said angrily.

"Yes, his methods are too cruel. They are so cruel that they can poison a town, so cruel that they can burn thousands of people!"

Chang Sheng suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of Tianyun Imperial City. A cold name popped up between his teeth.
Chapter completed!