Qian Youliang listened to Tang Yuanqing's words.

He actually felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Did that mysterious man's power do it? It's such a big deal!"

"Thirty or forty years ago, it was established in Anzhou."

"But isn't their purpose to capture the owner of the tomb?"

"Since we could set up such a big plot back then, why didn't we arrest the owner of the tomb?"

Hear this.

Tang Yuanqing said in a complicated tone: "There are two possibilities, either they can't do it, or this matter has little to do with them, and someone else is planning it."

Qian Youliang said angrily: "These people deserve to die. The owner and source of the tomb are related to the safety of a city. There are millions of people in Anzhou, and they are all living people!"

Tang Yuanqing said calmly: "In the eyes of some people, human life is just a number. They have no reverence for life, only greed and contempt."

Qian Youliang held his crutch.

He pulled it out hard, and the scar on his face began to squirm, and a cold breath gradually seeped out from the scar.

Qian Youliang said word by word: "The changes in Anzhou will be more serious. You and I alone cannot solve the problems here. Call other people over and mobilize more manpower."

Tang Yuanqing looked at the coffin board in a trance and murmured: "That cannot solve the core problem. The tomb owner's coffin was destroyed. It may have merged with the source. Its appearance is even more irregular."

"What are we going to do to find it?"

"What can we do to let it continue to suppress the supernatural incidents in Anzhou? Besides, judging from the current situation, can the owner of the tomb suppress it?"

Qian Youliang said coldly: "If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem. I will kill the sixth life-seeking ghost as soon as possible. By then, I will kill whoever jumps out!"

When Tang Yuanqing heard this, he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

The ghost bones behind him were trembling slowly.

"Youliang, I can't last long!"

"So I will kill the sixth death-killing ghost before you do, or even the seventh one."

Qian Youliang was really furious.

Tang Yuanqing didn't want to continue this topic.

He pointed to the coffin board and said: "I suddenly thought of something. If its coffin was destroyed, but Anzhou was peaceful a few decades ago, could it be that it was still suppressing Anzhou?"

Qian Youliang said doubtfully: "Is it impossible? Anzhou itself is its tomb. Without the connection of the coffin and coffin, will it suppress Anzhou?"

Tang Yuanqing's face softened slightly and he replied: "Why is it impossible?"

"You also said that Anzhou is its tomb, and it has no intention of leaving Anzhou now."

"If it hadn't been suppressing supernatural incidents in Anzhou, I don't believe that nothing would have happened in Anzhou in the past few decades."

The words fell to the ground.

Qian Youliang also thought of this possibility.

"In other words, the owner of the tomb is still fulfilling the meaning of its existence."

"It's just that it couldn't suppress the source, which led to the outbreak of supernatural incidents in Anzhou."

"We still have a chance."

Speaking of this, Qian Youliang couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "I just don't know if it is now separated from the source."

Tang Yuanqing reached out and touched the coffin lid.

It's cold when you first get it, but it's no different from an ordinary coffin lid.

If it weren't for the bronze chain wrapped around the coffin lid, no one would have imagined that this was part of the tomb owner's coffin.

Qian Youliang saw this.

He couldn't help but asked doubtfully: "Yuan Qing, do you have an idea?"

Tang Yuanqing nodded and said: "There should be other parts of the coffin in other places in Anzhou. We have to find those parts and reassemble them into the coffin of the tomb owner."

"The owner of the tomb will not be indifferent to its coffin."

"If it sees the coffin, it will definitely lie down in it. Then we can send it underground in Anzhou and let it continue to suppress the source."

Qian Youliang thought for a moment and added: "We still have to call others over."

Tang Yuanqing agreed and said: "We definitely need more manpower, otherwise if I don't last until then, I'm afraid no one can help you."

Qian Youliang waved his hand and walked to the coffin lid.

He held the crutch and poked it down.

The ability of ghosts to cover their eyes covers the surrounding area.

They didn't dare to take away the coffin lid now, and they didn't need to, because once the ghost's ability to cover his eyes was activated, it would be a mark.

Next time they want to come here and take away the coffin lid, all they need is a thought.

At the same time, the ability of ghosts to cover their eyes will also create a kind of isolation.

When ordinary people come here, it is difficult to discover the existence of this place.

Qian Youliang was the first to know that someone had broken in.

"There are really too many people who are interested in it."

"So they will all die, and so will you and me. The owner of Anzhou's tomb is much more terrifying than the one Xu An showed up thirty years ago."

"It suppressed the source for who knows how many years."

"Only ignorant people will take advantage of it, or in other words, they are afraid of it."

…

In Anlu District.

The entrance to the underground air raid shelter.

Two big figures from the Hidden Spirit Society, one tall and thin, and the other a white-haired old man with a charitable face, all stood together, looking around with extremely fearful eyes.

Anlu District, Development Zone, Economic Development Zone, Pingshui District.

These four districts put together form half of Anzhou.

Now half of Anzhou has been plunged into darkness with the appearance of that figure, and no light can be seen.

All the ghosts in the four areas are only fear and trembling.

Because the figure hasn't disappeared yet.

The tall and thin man could feel that the aura of the ghost mother hiding in the air-raid shelter had been reduced to almost nothing. The invisible suppressive force made the ghost mother fall into deep fear.

The existence conceived in its belly has already taken shape.

Now there are signs of collapse.

The tall and thin man was covered in cold sweat. He couldn't help but curse: "What happened? Could it be that the owner of the tomb showed up? Otherwise, why would the ghost mother be so scared?"

The expression of the white-haired old man was very ferocious: "It's best not to be it, otherwise, this plan must be stopped immediately. After it appears, it wants to create another tomb owner in Anzhou. It is simply seeking death."

The tall and lanky man said unwillingly: "Will other people in the organization be willing to do so?"

The white-haired old man said sternly: "What do you think? Zhong Quan, this plan is only led by you, not proposed by you. If it is confirmed that the owner of the tomb shows up, no one will dare to touch this plan again."

"No one will want to die with you."

Hear this.

The tall and thin man, Zhong Quan, said with a gloomy face: "You are afraid of the tomb owner, but no one is afraid of it? We can still escape against the tomb owner, but what about it? Can we escape? If we don't create a tomb owner,

Fill it up, how long can you and I live?"

"Don't forget, there is actually no difference between people like us and ghost slaves."

The white-haired old man's eyes became extremely ugly.

"Stop talking, it will know."

Zhong Quan immediately realized something, shut his mouth immediately, looked at Anzhou in the darkness, and prayed crazily in his heart.

"Please, let this night pass quickly."
Chapter completed!