Several people walked over to investigate and dragged it out of the bushes. It was a charred body, burning too obviously, and you could see at a glance that she had struggled in the sea of ​​fire before her birth. Its face had been completely viscous and could not tell her facial features. She could only tell by her body shape and the snow-shirt fabric that was not melted from the fire outside that she had to be a woman.

Chu Wanning hung his hand on it, closed his eyes and explored it, and then said, "There is no trace of the Zhenlong chess piece."

Someone murmured: "It's strange. Xu Shuanglin made a Zhenlong chess game on the entire mountain. Could it be that he missed this?"

Someone immediately retorted: "Which body has you seen that has been missed? Will it be left alone on the top of the mountain?"

Mo Ran also walked over and back and forth, carefully looking at the female corpse. As the person who was best at Zhenlong chess game in his previous life, he certainly knew some of the restrictions on this spell, so he had a more confident guess about the identity of this female corpse, but he needed some evidence.

The evidence was found soon.

Mo Ran took off a string of charred chains from her hand, wiped off the gray and black on it, revealing some light red spirit stones.

He handed the chain to Jiang Xi and said, "Song Qiutong."

"...Why are you..." Jiang Xi asked halfway, holding the chain, and reacted, "Do you recognize this chain?"

"The wedding gift I gave her." Mo Ran said concisely, "Song Qiutong is the descendant of Song Xingyi. She subdued the butterfly bone beauty clan of the evil spirit of the Phoenix. She is the key to opening the forbidden area of ​​Phoenix Mountain."

Someone asked: "Xu Shuanglin killed Song Qiutong, treated her as a key, and opened the gate of Huangshan?"

Mo Ran shook his head and stared at Song Qiutong's face for a while. It was not pity, but his mood was a little subtle and complicated. Mo Ran said: "No, I'm afraid she was still angry when he took her up the mountain."

“How to say it?”

This time, before Mo Ran spoke, Jiang Xi spoke first. Perhaps in order to save her face, when encountering such a question that she could easily answer, Jiang Xi did not intend to let the younger generation show up again, but said lightly: "To give an order to Huangshan."

Mo Ran looked at him and thought to himself that this was the best. If he told him everything, the more he would be suspicious in the future, it would be harder to argue. So he walked aside and gave up all his position to Jiang Xi, so that Jiang Xi could speak.

Someone asked: "Appointment? What order can Song Qiutong, a weak woman, give?"

"Although she is weak, her ancestors may not be all pussy. The evil spirit of Phoenix in Phoenix Mountain will only obey the orders of the bloodline that subjugated it." Jiang Xi was not a confused person, saying, "Song Qiutong is the last successor of this bloodline."

The man gasped: "Ah, is the butterfly bone beauty mat that conquered the evil spirit of the Phoenix?"

"good."

“This is unheard of…”

Jiang Xi said: "It's normal that I haven't heard of it. There is no other function except guarding the four evil mountains. Therefore, no one cares too much whether they can be opened or opened by anyone. Song Qiutong was displaced before and was used as an auction item. I guess she didn't know that she could hide on Phoenix Mountain... She probably hadn't heard of her ancestors' past subduing the evil spirit of the Phoenix."

"So...so it was Xu Shuanglin who brought her here?"

"It should be like this." Jiang Xi continued, "At that time, the catastrophe of the Religious Fengmen suddenly broke out, and everyone fled. 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 was Xu Shuanglin, or the colleague behind Xu Shuanglin."

Xue Zhengyong thought beside him and nodded: "Since the person behind the scenes can tear open the cracks in the space and take Xu Shuanglin to another place, it is only a matter of a move to bring Song Qiutong. We might as well make a plan - he brought her to Huangshan. Song Qiutong is a person who is inclined to the savage, and he will only follow his orders after grasping this life-saving straw. Then at this time, that person only needs to take her to Huangshan and ask her to give orders to Huangshan, and she will not refuse to agree."

Someone asked: "But why didn't he use Zhenlong chess piece to control Song Qiutong?"

"Because the Phoenix Evil Spirit can identify whether the person who gave the order is under control." Jiang Xi said, "You must live and be willing to do so. Only in this mountain will he obey its orders."

Everyone slowly thought about the smell, and someone said in surprise: "What are we doing here? Didn't we all fall for him and ran to his 'behind the scenes', and because of this damn Huangshan mantle, there was no way to remove these soul-eating insects...what should we do now?"

Jiang Xi frowned, as if he disliked Mo Randa's metaphor of "before the stage" and "behind the scenes", but he still said: "Find the 'before the stage' and directly destroy Xu Shuanglin's cloth puppets."

"Master Mo."

After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he suddenly called Mo Ran. Mo Ran was holding his arms and listening attentively. When he heard him mentioning him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Jiang Xi said quietly: "Mr. Mo was very clear just now. So, Mr. Jiang would like to ask Master Mo again, where is the front stage and how should I find it?"

Mo Ran: "…I want to go harass?"

"Try...what?"

Mo Ran coughed lightly, the light lit up in his palm, and the willow vine suddenly rushed out, and he said, "It's this, it's called ghost."

Jiang Xi: “…”

Like the question of the gods, they have the ability to interrogate, they can examine living people, evil ghosts, and corpses whose souls are separated from their bodies. The difference is that they are examined and corpses are asked to speak, while judging ghosts is to communicate directly with the souls.

Song Qiutong has been dead for more than a month, and her soul has long disappeared, but fortunately, Huangshan is full of yin energy and the body has not yet rotted. Mo Ran whispered: "God, go and examine it."

With a sudden sound, I saw the ghost immediately obeyed the order, stretched out the branches and leaves, and wrapped Song Qiutong's entire body three times, and her body began to emit a dazzling red light.

The red light swayed in Mo Ran's eyes. He opened his mouth and tried to ask, his voice low: "Is it Xu Shuanglin who brought you here?"

Song Qiutong's charred face and facial features were difficult to distinguish, and there was no movement for the moment.

"...Isn't it working?" someone murmured in a low voice.

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes and asked again: "Is it Xu Shuanglin who brought you here?"

Still no movement.

Jiang Xi said: "It seems that Master Mo is still too young, so why not change to your master."

However, at this moment, Song Qiutong's neck suddenly moved! Her movements were stiff and extremely slow, but she was undoubtedly extremely shaking.

Xue Zhengyong said in surprise: "It's not Xu Shuanglin?"

Mo Ran held the damn tightly, and the meridians on the back of his hand were slightly protruding. He asked again: "So, have you ever seen it clearly for those who brought you here?"

It was a little quiet again. Song Qiutong suddenly opened her mouth, but she did not answer. A large sticky slide snake rushed out of her mouth, squirting on the ground, hissing and swaying.

The disciple of Gu Yueye immediately recognized him: "There is a snake in her belly!"

Swallowing snakes, evil beasts, non-toxic, covered with spiritual armor, can survive in people's stomachs for more than 20 years.

Many sects in the cultivation world of this kind of poisonous snake will also use it, specifically for the secret guard to swallow it. From then on, except for the owner of the Swallowing Snake, the secret guard can answer the truth, no matter what the other people ask them, they can only answer lies, or half-mix the true or false. Otherwise, this poisonous snake will wake up from dormancy and instantly tear the host's internal organs, cut off the throat, and tear the tongue.

The red light of ghost suddenly went out, Song Qiutong's whole body was shaking, and she kept shaking her head, and a large clot of scarlet blood was overflowing from her mouth. It looked like it was a broken internal organ, as well as her tongue, throat...

I can't tell the truth again.

Everyone was stunned, and suddenly someone suggested: "Since you can't say it, why not let her write it?"

The moment Mo Ran saw the Swallowing Snake, he actually understood that what the person behind the scenes was thoughtful and was beyond the reach of others. But he still stepped forward and raised Song Qiutong's hands and looked carefully.

Xue Zhengyong asked: "How is it?"

Mo Ran shook his head: "The muscles and bones were broken, and I couldn't write anything at all."

The surroundings were closer. Suddenly, a cold wind blew by. Ten thousand Ye were grinning in the forest, and zombies were roaring and wailing from far and near. For a moment, the atmosphere on the top of the mountain was extremely treacherous. Ma Yun, the owner of Taobao Villa, broke the dead silence. He said: "Then, will the clue be cut off?"

No one said anything.

Mo Ran took back the ghost, and Song Qiutong's body had fallen softly to the ground.

Soon, the vines of Phoenix Mountain crawled over, carefully coiled up the owner's body, wrapped her up again, and dragged her into the bushes, as if they wanted to use this small shrub to preserve her.

He actually didn't understand why Xu Shuanglin and the others didn't directly kill Song Qiutong, burn her, and even had to work hard to break the meridians on their hands and feed the Swallowing Snake. But when he saw this scene, he suddenly understood-

Huangshan obeys the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seed clan, from birth to death. As long as her body is in Huangshan, the Phoenix Evil Spirit will not allow others to burn its owner and burn it into ashes.

Mo Ran felt for a moment, but he suddenly thought of himself in his previous life. He died and no one took his body away. He had to lie in the coffin dug in advance before he died. In fact, that was meaningless. It would be strange if the rebels who attacked the mountain did not dismember him from the body.

My way of death in my previous life was probably even more desolate than Song Qiutong. When it came to an end, there was not even a vine willing to protect him.

Many people around were murmuring, talking to each other, frowning, and discussing how to deal with it next. Some were closing their eyes and thinking, such as Jiang Xi and Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran also closed his eyes and sorted out everything that happened in front of him in his heart. Such bloody means were extremely similar to him in his previous life. Perhaps because of this, Mo Ran felt that it was not so difficult to guess what Xu Shuanglin thoughts and actions.

He seemed to see Xu Shuanglin paced back and forth barefoot in his Sansheng Villa. Xu Shuanglin was thinking and asked himself: What should he do if he lacked spiritual power and could not control the corpses of cultivators?

Then he came up with an idea—

The unity of the heart used to kill the same number of ordinary people. A monk corresponds to an ordinary corpse, just like a puppet for him to drive.

Where is the safest place to do these?

Four Evil Mountains.

What should I do if I can’t open the Huangshan barrier?

Carrying Song Qiutong's body.

Little clues were quickly connected together, Mo Ran's eyes were dark and he was still thinking.

Where do the bodies of the people come from?

——Linyi robbed fire, burned.

Although they are all guesses, each one can meet. The luster in his eyes gathers, gathers, gathers, and disperses. He can even feel that he is Xu Shuanglin, and Xu Shuanglin is him. Standing on the top of Phoenix Mountain, his eyes were almost madly patrolling, watching the surging tide of corpses rolling down the mountain.

It became clearer and clearer until suddenly, it stuck at a point.

If he was Xu Shuanglin, after doing this, should he build a "front" and perform a puppet show arranged by himself?

Where to choose "front of the stage"?

Where can we find the powerful and considerable remains of monks?

If not discovered, you can be protected...

The gradually prosperous sky light suddenly darkened.

"Jiaoshan..." he murmured.

Jiang Xi looked at him sideways: "What?"

Mo Ran's face changed. He looked at Dongfang and suddenly became a little angry: "Jiaoshan! Heroic Tomb! - Heroic Tomb in front of the platform he was looking for! In Linyi, most of the victims were common people. Xu Shuanglin could get so many corpses of common people, but he could not get the corpses of monks with stronger magic power! - Heroic Tomb!"
To be continued...