Soon, the two came to the foot of a mountain, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
After getting out of the car, everything I saw was withered and yellow, and the leaves were falling rustlingly.
There were a few crows croaking on the hills in the distance, adding to the desolate atmosphere.
Wang Dachun took a breath of cool air. It was already late autumn, and the cold winter was coming.
Da Liu stretched out his hand and pointed at the foot of the mountain, "Mr. Tang is over there, let's go there!"
Wang Dachun looked around and saw many people at the foot of the mountain, and even two police cars parked there.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, Wang Dachun discovered that it was indeed a cemetery with many earthen graves, some with tombstones and some without, just small graves.
Looking at those graves, Wang Dachun sighed secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation. In the near future, he would become one of them.
Tang Wenming came up to him with an ugly expression, "Dachun, you came just in time. I happen to have something to ask you about. You come with me."
Tang Wenming took Wang Dachun to a tomb built with bricks. He raised his hand and said with some sadness and anger: "My father's tomb was stolen, and even the body is gone!"
Wang Dachun took a look and found that the tomb of Tang Wenming's father, Tang Zongze, was the most luxurious here.
There are still many people who don't like cremation and prefer burial, especially the older generation. They can't accept that they have to be burned again after death.
When Tang Zongze died, Tang Wenming followed his father's last wish and had his father quietly buried in a cemetery that had been prepared.
At this moment, Tang Zongze's cemetery was in a mess. There was a big hole on the ground. Even the coffin had been dug out. The lid of the coffin was thrown aside, and the body inside was gone.
No wonder Tang Wenming looked ugly. Anyone whose ancestral tomb was stolen would probably not be in a good mood!
Wang Dachun raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother-in-law, did you bury anything valuable with the old man?"
Tang Zongze's tomb is obviously more luxurious. Could there be tomb robbers visiting it?
Tang Wenming said: "There is nothing valuable, just a few things that my father liked during his lifetime, such as pipes, purple clay pots, etc., are actually not valuable, and they are still there."
"I don't think they are doing it for money, because many ancestral graves in this cemetery have been dug up."
Wang Dachun looked around and found that everything was in a mess, with coffin boards scattered everywhere.
Many people were roaring angrily, and the police were busy investigating and collecting evidence. Wang Dachun suddenly saw a beautiful figure.
Those straight and slender legs, with a height of 1.2 meters, are so eye-catching, with her arrogant ponytail and heroic temperament.
It's none other than the beautiful policewoman Nangong Baihe. I haven't seen her for a while. This girl seems to be getting more and more beautiful.
Wang Dachun quickly waved to Nangong Baihe, "Sister Baihe!"
Nangong Baihe turned to look at Wang Dachun, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, "Dachun!"
As she said that, she walked towards Wang Dachun with her long legs.
This girl is indeed becoming more and more beautiful and refined. This may be related to the "Jade Girl Heart Sutra" she practices.
Wang Dachun discovered that women who practice this technique will become more and more beautiful and refined, and more fairy-like.
Even Tang Wenming, who has countless maidens, couldn't help but look at Nangong Baihe a few more times. If my legs can carry me once, I won't regret it even if I die!
"Dachun, why are you here?" Nangong Baihe felt a little happy to see Wang Dachun again.
"I'm here with my friend. Let me introduce to you. This is Mr. Tang Wenming, the president of Tang Group."
"Mr. Tang, this is Nangong Baihe, the beautiful policewoman from the criminal police team."
Tang Wenming quickly greeted with a smile, "Oh, it turns out to be Miss Lily, she has great legs!"
Nangong Baihe: "Ah?"
Tang Wenming blushed, "Ahem, I mean it's a pleasure to meet you!"
He always looked embarrassed, so why did he tell his true thoughts!
Wang Dachun asked: "How's it going, Sister Lily, do you have any clues?"
"We were investigating and found that a total of two bodies were missing in the entire cemetery and more than a dozen graves were dug."
Nangong Baihe frowned, "I'm really puzzled. What are these people doing digging into ancestral tombs? This is a modern tomb and there are no antiques. If they are not doing it for money, then what are they doing?"
Tang Wenming gritted his teeth, "Yes, this man is really crazy!"
Wang Dachun's eyes lit up, "Maybe I know who did it!"
If he guessed correctly, this crazy guy must be the Witch King, whose corpse was taken away by him last time.
This guy definitely wants to refine another corpse puppet for self-defense.
However, this guy was stabbed by Wang Dachun last time. Judging by the time, his body has almost recovered and he can just run out to commit crimes.
Both of them exclaimed at the same time, "What! Who is it?"
"Witch King!"
Wang Dachun briefly told the story of the Witch King, especially the corpse puppet.
The two were shocked, "What! Is there really someone in the world who can control corpses?"
Wang Dachun said: "Yes, but the corpse cannot be regarded as a real corpse, but a corpse puppet made using secret rituals. It is different from ordinary corpses!"
If Wang Dachun hadn't seen this with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.
"This damn Witch King! If my father was sacrificed and turned into a corpse puppet, wouldn't he be driving him every day?"
Tang Wenming was so angry that he gritted his teeth. After his father died, he still had no peace and had to be driven by others.
This was something he couldn't accept no matter what.
The act of sacrificing other people's corpses and turning them into corpse puppets for others to control is indeed very harmful to one's moral character.
The Witch King will definitely not end well.
At this moment, in a cave not far from the cemetery, an old man in black robes was sitting cross-legged in the cave, mumbling something.
It was the Witch King.
At this moment, two corpses were lying side by side in front of him. The corpses were no longer in good condition and had even begun to have spots on them.
This place is also a very yin place, the yin energy is very strong, and the body will not decompose quickly after death.
This is why Tang Zongze's body has not rotted until now.
The Witch King sighed, these two corpses were far different from the thousand-year-old corpse he had before.
He stopped thinking about getting the corpse puppet back from Wang Dachun all the time.
The Witch King exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all the fault of this little beast like Wang Dachun. When I make the corpse puppet, that's the day you will die!"
With that said, he stood up and began to sacrifice the two corpses. He circled the two corpses with his body, muttering words in his mouth, and holding a handful of Buddha dust in his hand to continuously hit them with magic spells.
The Witch King is really a freak. He goes to the cemetery in the middle of the night to dig up people's graves and then carries the bodies back.
I guess there are not many people in the world who dare to do such disgusting and terrifying things.
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