Chapter 205: Master, a great disaster is coming

A few men went over to investigate and dragged it out of the bushes. It was a charred, blackened body, so obviously burnt that one could tell it had been in the fire before. Her face was completely blackened, and her features could not be seen, except by the size of her body and the snowy gauze that did not melt in the fire.

Chu Wanning hovers his hand over it, closes his eyes, and says, "There is no sign of the Zhenlong pieces."

Someone muttered, "Strange, Xu Shuanglin made a whole hill of Zhenlong games, did he miss this one?"

Immediately someone retorted, "Have you ever seen a corpse made of leaks that would be left alone at the top of a hill"

Mo Ran also walked over to her, going back and forth, taking a good look at the corpse. As one of the best at the game of Zhenlong in his previous life, he was of course aware of some of the prohibitions of the spell, so he had a fairly firm guess as to the identity of the corpse, but he needed a little proof.

Corroborating evidence was soon found.

Mo Ran removed a charred chain from her hand, wiping away the grey and black to reveal some pale red spirit stones.

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

"How do you," Jiang Xi asked halfway through, holding up the chain, reacting, "recognise this chain?"

"A wedding gift from me to her." Mo Ran was concise, "Song Qiutong is the heir of Song Xingyi, the clan of butterfly-boned beauties who have subdued the evil spirits of the Phoenix, the key to the forbidden land of Phoenix Mountain."

Someone asked, "Did Xu Shuanglin kill Song Qiutong and use her as a key to unlock the Phoenix Mountain gate?"

Mo Ran shook his head and stared at Song Qiutong's face for a long moment, not quite in pity, but with some subtle mixed feelings. Mo Ran said, "No, I'm afraid she was still breathing when he took her up the mountain."

"How?"

Before Mo Ran could say anything, Jiang Xi spoke first. In order to save face, Jiang Xi didn't want to let his junior take the limelight when it came to a question he could easily answer, but instead said, "To give orders to Phoenix Mountain.

Mo Ran gave him a look, thinking that it would be best if he told himself to say everything, and that it would be harder to defend himself if he was suspected later. So he stepped aside and gave Jiang Xi all the space to speak.

Someone asked, "What order could Song Qiutong, a weak woman, give?"

"She may be weak, but her ancestors may not all be pussies. The Phoenix Mountain's phoenix evil spirit will only obey the lineage that has subdued it." Jiang Xi is no muddler, saying, " Song Qiutong is the last heir of this lineage."

The man drew back a breath: "Ah, the one who subdued the Phoenix Evil Spirit is the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat"

"Nice."

"That's unheard of."

Jiang Xi said, "It's normal that I haven't heard of it. The four evil mountains serve no other purpose than to guard them, so no one cares too much whether they can be opened or not, or who opens them. Song Qiutong was displaced before and used as an auction item, so she must not have known she could still hide on Phoenix Mountain. She must not have heard of her ancestor's past story of subduing the Phoenix evil spirit."

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

"I suppose so." Jiang Xi continued, "The Confucianism School was in flames and the people were fleeing for their lives, so no one would return to the main hall to take care of that defenceless woman. The only person who could have taken care of her was Xu Shuanglin, or the person behind Xu Shuanglin."

Xue Zhengyong pondered and nodded, "Since the man behind the curtain can rip open a spatial rift and take Xu Shuanglin to another place, I think it would be a simple matter of taking Song Qiutong with him. We might as well imagine that he brings her to Phoenix Mountain. Song Qiutong is by nature a man of power and will only do as he is told when he grabs this straw. Then that person would simply take her to Phoenix Mountain and have her give her orders to Phoenix Mountain, and she would not disobey."

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

"Because the evil spirit of the phoenix can recognise if the person who gives the order is under control." Jiang Xi said, "It must be alive and willing for the mountain to do its bidding."

Everyone slowly mulled it over and someone said in shock, "So what are we doing here? Didn't we all fall for his trick and run behind his curtain, and because of this damn Phoenix Mountain mantle, there's no way to get rid of these soul-devouring worms now what should we do"

Jiang Xi frowned, seemingly disgusted by Mo Ran's metaphor of "front stage" and "behind the scenes", but said, "Find the front stage and go straight to destroying Xu Shuanglin's cloth The puppets."

"Patriarch Mo."

After Jiang Xi finished speaking, he suddenly called out to Mo Ran, who had been listening intently with his arms around him, and was startled by the mention of himself.

"Well what's wrong?"

Jiang Xi said quietly, "Just now, Sifu Mo analyzed the situation very well, then, Jiang would like to ask Sifu Mo one more time, where is the front of the stage and how to find it"

Mo Ran: "Try to see the ghost"

"Try what?"

Mo Ran coughed softly, his palm lit up with a flame of light and the willow vine suddenly emerged, and he said, "This is it, it's called a ghost."

Jiang Xi :""

Like the Heaven's Question, the hells have the power of interrogation, and can interrogate the living, the evil spirits, and the corpses whose souls have left their bodies. The difference lies in the fact that interrogation of people and corpses involves making them speak, while interrogation of ghosts involves direct communication with the spirit.

Song Qiutong had been dead for more than a month and his soul was long gone, but fortunately Phoenix Mountain was full of Yin and his corpse had not yet decomposed. Mo Ran whispered, "See the ghost, go to the trial."

With an abrupt sound, the ghosts obeyed the call and wrapped their branches and leaves around Song Qiutong's entire body three times, and her corpse began to glow bright red.

The red light danced in Mo Ran's eyes as he tried to ask, his voice low: "Is it Xu Shuanglin who brought you here?"

Song Qiutong's charred face, with its indistinguishable features, remained motionless for a moment.

"Is it not working." Someone whispered and mumbled.

Mo Ran narrows his eyes and asks again, "Is it Xu Shuanglin who brought you here?"

Still no movement.

Jiang Xi said, "It seems that Patriarch Mo is still too young, so why don't you switch to your master?"

However, at that moment, Song Qiutong's neck suddenly moved and she moved stiffly, extremely slowly, but no doubt with an extremely pronounced shake.

Xue Zhengyong exclaimed, "It's not Xu Shuanglin."

Mo Ran clutched the ghost tightly, the meridians on the back of his hand bulging slightly, and he asked, "So, did you see the one who brought you here?"

After a few more moments of silence, Song Qiutong suddenly opens her mouth, but she doesn't answer. What comes out of her mouth is a large, slimy, slippery snake that drops to the ground with a poof and hisses away.

A disciple of Lonely Moonlit immediately recognized it: "She has swallowed words snake in her stomach"

The swallowing snake, an evil beast, is non-poisonous, covered with spiritual armour and can survive in the belly of a human for more than 20 years.

This poisonous snake, Upper Fairy World, is also used by many sects to make their guards swallow it. From then on, except for the master who can answer the truth with the snake, the guards can only answer falsehoods or half-truths no matter what they are asked, otherwise this poisonous snake will wake up from its dormancy and instantly tear the host's internal organs, cut the throat and shred the tongue.

The damned red light suddenly went out, and Song Qiutong's whole body was shaking, shaking his head uncontrollably, his mouth spilling out in huge clots of scarlet blood, which appeared to be the churned-up internal organs, as well as his tongue and throat.

Never again could I say a word of truth.

The crowd looked on in disbelief, and suddenly someone suggested, "Since we can't talk about it, why don't we ask her to write about it?"

The moment Mo Ran saw the swallowing snake, he realised that the man behind the curtain was well thought out, beyond the reach of anyone. But he came forward and lifted Song Qiutong's hands to take a closer look.

Xue Zhengyong asks, "What about it?"

Mo Ran shook his head, "The tendons are all picked up and I can't write anything at all."

The atmosphere at the top of the mountain was frozen and treacherous to the point where Ma Yun, the owner of Peach Bud Villa, broke the silence by saying, "Well, then the trail is broken."

No one said a word.

Mo Ran retrieves the ghost, and Song Qiutong's corpse has fallen limply to the ground.

Soon vines from Phoenix Mountain rustled over and carefully coiled around the body of their owner, wrapping her up again and dragging her into the bush as if to preserve her with this tiny shrub.

He didn't understand why Xu Shuanglin and the others didn't just kill Song Qiutong and burn her to the ground, but went to the trouble of cutting off the meridians in her hands and feeding her to the swallowing snake. But when he saw this scene, he suddenly understood

Phoenix Mountain serves the Butterflybone Beauty Seat clan from birth to death. As long as her corpse is on Phoenix Mountain, the Phoenix Evil Spirit will not allow anyone else to torch its owner and burn her ashes.

Mo Ran didn't know how to feel for a while, and he suddenly thought of himself in his previous life. When he died, there was no one to collect his body, and he had to lie down in a coffin dug before he could breathe. There was no point in doing that, as the volunteers who came up the mountain later would have split him into five pieces.

In his last life, I am afraid that he died in an even more miserable way than Song Qiutong, without even a single vine willing to guard him in the end.

Many around the room were mumbling, talking to each other, frowning, discussing what to do next. And some were pondering with their eyes closed, like Jiang Xi, like Chu Wanning .

Mo Ran also closed his eyes, sorting through what was happening in front of him, so bloody that it resembled his previous life. Perhaps that was why Mo Ran found it not so difficult to guess what Xu Shuanglin was thinking and doing.

He seemed to see Xu Shuanglin pacing back and forth, barefoot, in his courtyard of three lives. Xu Shuanglin was thinking, asking himself: what should he do if he did not have enough spiritual power to control the hordes of monks' corpses?

Then he came up with the idea

Using the Formation of Common Heart, killing the same number of ordinary people, a monk corresponds to an ordinary corpse, like a puppet on a string, for him to drive.

Where is the safest place to do this

The Four Evil Mountains.

What to do if you can't open the Phoenix Mountain boundary

With the body of Song Qiutong.

The slightest hints were quickly linked together and Mo Ran's eyes darkened as he pondered.

Where do the bodies of the people come from?

Linyi Robbed of fire and put to the torch.

It was all speculation, but every one of them matched up, the shine in his eyes gathering and breaking, leaving and gathering, and he could even feel that he was Xu Shuanglin, Xu Shuanglin was him, standing at the top of Phoenix Mountain, his eyes balking almost frantically at the tide of bodies rolling down the mountain.

It grows clearer and clearer until suddenly, it snaps to a point.

If he were Xu Shuanglin, after all this, wouldn't it be time to set up the "front" and perform the puppet show he had so painstakingly arranged?

Where is the best place for "front of house"?

Where to find the remains of strong and substantial monks

To be undetected and shelterable

The light of the sky, which had been gradually flourishing, suddenly darkened.

" Dragon Mountain," he muttered.

Jiang Xi looked at him sideways: "What?"

Mo Ran's face changed, he looked to the east, he suddenly became a little angry: " Dragon Mountain Hero's Mound he looked for before the Dragon Mountain Hero's Mound Linyi a plunder, the dead are mostly commoners, Xu Shuanglin can get so many commoner corpses, but can not get the magic stronger monks The corpse of a hero's mound"

Jiang Xi also reacted: "You mean that what Xu Shuanglin summoned up in response were the skeletons of the Confucianism School buried in the heroes' graves over the centuries."

Mo Ran didn't bother to talk to him anymore, cursing, he swept out and ran down the hill.

Xu Shuanglin is a lunatic. The Hero's Graveyard is home to generations of Confucianism School masters, even the first masters who became immortals.

Once Xu Shuanglin's magical powers fail to support him, these powerful bones will break free, and Xu Shuanglin will be devastated and die a violent death, while the Confucianism School's most powerful corpses in centuries will rage out of control.

That would be a cataclysmic event as great as the splitting of the heavens in the infernal hells