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He simply volunteered, saying: "God, the Wolf Killer may still be hiding nearby. Why don't I go and search around, maybe I can find the Wolf Killer."

Ye Wudao thought for a while, and finally agreed: "Well, go quickly and come back quickly, don't disturb the one on Huangsha Mountain."

Okay!

As soon as the Kunlun God of War spoke, the other people also volunteered to find the Wolf Killer.

Ye Wudao also agreed one by one.

He repeatedly reminded them that they must come back before dawn and try not to affect the lives of local people.

In fact, Ye Wudao knew that the possibility of this group of people finding the Wolf Killer was almost zero.

Because his Qi had already swept the area of ​​100 miles, and he did not find the smell of the Wolf Killer.

The Wolf Killer may have found a safe place and healed his wounds alone.

If the Wolf Killer healed his wounds, he would come here to join them.

But seeing that the Kunlun God of War and the others were a little uncomfortable with the stinking environment, Ye Wudao still allowed them to go out for some fresh air.

Fortunately, these people have already surpassed the limits of their physical bodies, and it is no problem for them to go without food or water for a few days.

Otherwise, if they were asked to eat the food at Ye Quezi's house, they would be disgusted to death!

Time flies, and it is the seventh day in the blink of an eye.

This evening, they are considered to be "mature in Yin transformation". According to the rules, they have to go to the insect cave on Huangsha Mountain.

As soon as it got dark, Ye Wudao and his friends got ready.

When it was completely dark, they were about to set off, and suddenly bursts of crying came from behind Ye Quezi's house.

In this dark night, the crying was so miserable and sad, even a little creepy.

Ye Wudao called Ye Quezi over: "Ye Quezi, what's going on with the crying?"

Ye Quezi said: "Nothing, nothing, don't pay attention to them."

Ye Wudao glared at him: "Answer my question, what's the situation with the crying."

Ye Quezi said: "There is a cemetery behind my house. It should be the villagers crying at the graves."

Lone Wolf jumped onto the roof and looked back, saying: "Brother, there is indeed a cemetery behind. Many villagers are crying at the graves. There must be at least dozens of people."

Ye Wudao asked curiously: "It's not Qingming Festival now, how can there be so many people crying at the graves at the same time."

Ye Quezi explained: "Today may be the anniversary of the death of that group of people."

"Don't worry about these people crying at the graves, or hurry to Huangsha Mountain. If you go too late, you will be exposed."

Ye Wudao looked at Ye Quezi suspiciously. The more Ye Quezi told him not to pay attention to the people crying at the graves, the more he felt that there was something fishy about the people crying at the graves.

Ye Wudao questioned: "These people's death anniversary is on the same day, which means they died on the same day?"

"Dozens of people died on the same day, this is very strange. Ye Quezi, please explain it to us."

Ye Quezi said: "This... Hey, in fact, a few years ago, a big flood broke out here, and these villagers were drowned alive."

"So after death, these people were buried together, and died on the same day."

Ye Quezi's rhetoric is very reasonable, but Ye Wudao still has doubts.

Ye Quezi's expression is not very natural, and Ye Quezi's house looks like it has a history of several decades. It is still a mud house. If a flood broke out, the house would have been destroyed long ago.

Just at this time, a grave mourner passed by the door after crying at the grave, and Ye Wudao immediately stopped him.

"Fellow villager, I'm so sorry for the loss."

The old man bowed slightly and said, "Thank you."

Ye Wudao said, "Fellow villager, can I ask you something? I heard that there was a big flood in the village a few years ago, and many people were drowned?"

"All those people who are celebrating their death anniversary today died in that flood, right?"

Nonsense!

The old man said bluntly, "Our village is located at a high altitude, how could there be a flood!"