Chapter 131

we being haunted, big brother"I summoned the courage to ask.One mole, listen to me, said a ghost story, and his face paled another two points.Sun Lao inspected his surroundings carefully. Finally, he..."Get rid of it quickly. Don't you know that beggars carry things like this for the New Year" Liu Yushan glanced at the person's head.

"That's right, it's not a good thing," Liu Ye casually threw it aside.

Researcher An was headless, and his body no longer moved. Although it was a beheading, what was puzzling was that there wasn't much blood flowing from Researcher An's neck. Upon closer inspection, one could see signs of coagulation at the wound.

After seeing the vial, she clearly didn't believe it. She couldn't fathom that this medicine could bring a corpse back to life.

Xiangxi Zhao Ye was still heartbroken over the rope, sighing incessantly: "The Zhao family has generations of history eating off the dead. I never thought that one day, the ancestral rope used to bind corpses passed down through our lineage would be ruined in my hands. I am unfilial, so unfilial..."

Seeing him sigh and lament, I couldn't help but say, "Zhao Ye, it's not that I don't trust you. What kind of rope is that What kind of corpse-binding rope breaks with just a pull It's not sturdy at all! I think it can't bind anything."

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"Sigh... You youngsters, you don't understand. You don't understand at all."

Master Zhao silently picked up the broken rope and put it back in his bag.

"Speaking of which, Miss Yao, you weren't hurt just now, were you"

"I'm fine, nothing major."

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"That's good, rest for a bit," he said in a low voice, looking at everyone. "Things have come to this point, and we're almost there. We can't just give up halfway through. Yunfeng, keep digging."

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He didn't say anything. I picked up the wind shovel and continued digging. I only dared to look at the ground beneath my feet, not daring to look at the severed An researcher.

At this time, Liu Yushan spoke up: "Are the two of you tired Why don't I call my friends over to help" I knew that his friends were definitely those mountain goblins.

"No need, Brother Liu," I said, shaking the windlass shovel in my hand. "Those friends of yours probably aren't even as tall as this shovel. How could they dig We appreciate the thought, but digging tunnels is our forte. Just watch."

Liu Yushan nodded and stopped talking, instead Zhao Ye, the undertaker, spoke more.

He kept asking me how the medicine in that glass bottle was made, where it came from, and what ingredients were in it.

Only researchers from the An team knew the ingredients and manufacturing process. Now all three of them are dead, so I don't know where to go to find out.

I was getting annoyed with the questions, so I lied and told him that it was actually corpse oil, refined from the bodies of the dead. As for the specific method, don't even ask me, I don't know. If you want to know, Master Zhao, you should ask Liu Jian and Xiao Zhuangtou, they definitely know.

"Oh... so that's how it is," the old man thought for a moment, then remained silent.

The tunnel went deeper and deeper. I jumped in with my head, digging it out one shovelful at a time. The dirt was constantly being thrown up.

"Ding!"

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Suddenly, the wind swept the head into some kind of metal object. Now everyone else is silent and there's a heavy quietness surrounding us. The sound was very piercingly loud in the stillness.

"Shipped What" Jade ran over and asked.

He pulled a rusty bronze artifact out of the hole after digging through the soil.

This bronze artifact has a strange shape. Logically, I've seen quite a few bronze artifacts before, but this shape is the first time I've encountered it, and I don't know what it's called.

This is a flat, circular bronze object with a lid that is closed. A faint animal pattern can be seen engraved on it.

At first glance, this thing looks a lot like the kind of hand warmers people use today that plug into an outlet.

The state is not very good, I feel like if you touch this thing lightly it will shatter.ightly in my hand, and my mind began to race with anxious thoughts.The fog is too thick, the ground is wet, did Sister Hong step on air and dieIs this her ghost come to find meHong Jie's ghost, is she...