Wu Zhuo picked up two jade-like objects from the ground and turned to look at the doctor.
"Yeah, and from the canine family."
The latter took a quick glance and made a quick judgment.
"Judging from the fractures, they were smashed with a blunt instrument not long ago without any resistance."
"Killing the enemy and then breaking the bones...this style of conduct is somewhat familiar."
The man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled involuntarily.
"You mean..."
Wu Zhuo tilted his head, obviously not understanding what the doctor meant.
He doesn't know the kind of psychopath who likes to do last hits, he only knows a red mask who behaves exaggeratedly and weirdly.
However, that evil god believer can indeed do such a thing.
And it doesn't stop there.
When he thought of this, Wu Zhuo subconsciously shrank his neck and his legs trembled a little.
"It seems we have an unexpected harvest today."
The doctor murmured quietly and put his hands in his pockets.
"By the way, I want to ask you something."
Wu Yun hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and asked the doctor.
"Without my ability, how did you know that Lu Zhishou would be here today?"
"You don't want to know."
The man didn't even look at Wu Huo and continued to move forward.
——
"Mr. Lu...I feel something is wrong."
Cook Jia leaned closer to the old man and his voice began to tremble.
"Trash is trash."
Kong E glared at him with an evil look in his eyes.
"They are all people who live their lives licking blood from the edge of a knife. It's so fucking embarrassing to be scared like this by a few graves."
"you!"
Just as Cook Jia was about to retaliate, he noticed that Lu Zhishou looked strange and didn't know what he was thinking.
After much hesitation, he chose to shut up.
"Something is definitely wrong."
The old man nodded, pointed to the pile of new soil aside, and motioned for Kong E, who was holding a pear-shaped shovel, to go over and turn it over.
As if following some kind of rules, the funeral customs in Rongguan Village are very strange.
If the opponent is a careful old monster, it is indeed possible to judge the general situation by digging graves.
But he dug too much.
Along the way, Lu Zhishou saw no less than twenty such dirtbags.
He can be called a little expert at digging graves.
This is not something that an old monster can do.
Lu Zhishou couldn't tell the other party's identity for a while.
"It doesn't look like there's anything here... Could it be a large tomb with two floors?"
Kong E muttered as he leaned down and roughly confirmed the direction.
Thump, thump.
The pear-shaped shovel flew up and down, bringing up large swaths of soil.
The man used his fingers to slightly determine the depth, and quickly determined where there might be something.
This is the craft that Kong E relies on for his survival.
He is a country man.
Chi...ding.
Less than half a foot into the ground, Kong E felt like he had hit something.
His movements stopped for a moment, and his hands were as steady as bronze poured into iron.
The next second, a faint black air rose from the pear-shaped shovel, and the air seemed a bit colder.
"There may be a buckle."
Kong E narrowed his eyes and used black energy to protect his heart.
Kou, a slang term in Jianghu, means a trap.
After having been digging graves for so many years, Kong E was actually not too afraid of this thing.
After all, he is a mixed race, and human things have little effect on him.
"It's broken."
Kong E roared in a low voice, lifted the pear-shaped shovel lightly, and something broke out of the ground and landed firmly on his hand.
It is a finely crafted metal ball.
As if to facilitate concealment, its outer shell is painted matte black.
It's a very valuable thing to buy, and it's obviously not an ordinary thing.
"Mr. Lu, please raise your eyes."
Kong E patted the soil on it gently, turned around and walked towards Lu Zhishou.
"This thing is worthless, just throw it away."
The latter glanced briefly and signaled Kong E to bury the metal ball back.
"…good."
The latter curled his lips, but could only obey.
Lu Zhishou narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
They both had their own agendas, but they didn't even notice the sweaty chef.
"Shock...shock..."
The fat man turned pale and stammered something.
"What did you say?"
Kong E looked at Cook Jia and asked with a frown.
The next second, the metal ball in his hand emitted a hot and bright light.
Together with other areas covered with new soil.
The grave mound exploded.
——
"It's great that you agree. I'm really sorry."
Wang Jin pressed the remote control in his hand again and again, not forgetting to bow to the gray lamp.
After all, it was his home that was bombed, and Wang Jin felt uncomfortable.
"If you were really sorry, you wouldn't have planted so many bombs in advance."
Bai Jiu sighed, his expression complex.
When the young man first spoke, he was still a little angry.
After all, the purpose of coming here is to find Hui Dianlan to protect Shi Baibai.
Wang Jin refused to turn into bones when he came up, which obviously did not take the little fat man's life seriously.
But soon, Bai Jiu discovered something was wrong.
He watched helplessly as Wang Jin talked from never turning into bones to the ten evils, and then from the ten evils to the great changes, and finally returned the topic to Shi Baibai.
I just turned on the gray light and deceived me.
"It's nothing, it's indeed time."
There was a trace of imperceptible nostalgia in the old man's eyes, but he still responded.
"The Taoist priest named Wei said that there will be great changes within two hundred years."
"If things develop as you say, big changes are coming soon."
Hui Dian Deng stood up and stretched his muscles a little.
"If this doesn't turn into bones, I won't survive until the end."
"Let's go, I can move my arms and legs as you please."
——
"F*ck! F*ck! You damn country rat!"
The fat man with a fleshy face ran away crying and cursing, with a bloody man on his shoulders.
"You said it's not good for you to touch something, why do you have to touch that thing?"
Cook Jia whispered. He didn't seem to care too much about offending Lu Zhishou.
"Damn it, it's not what I wanted to do."
Kong E said hoarsely, the anger in his tone undisguised.
After all, judging from the situation, it was the arrogant old man in front of him who caused all this.
Both Pao Jia and Kong Ai were somewhat dissatisfied.
"Ahem."
Lu Zhishou coughed twice and casually gathered his slightly burnt white hair.
He escaped the initial explosion, but not the subsequent explosion.
In addition, the person controlling the bomb seemed to be a psychopath, detonating it like crazy without money.
Unable to escape, Lu Zhishou also suffered a few blows, looking a little embarrassed.
He did not respond to the other two's complaints, but instead smiled.
"It turns out to be your boy."
The old man gently stroked the scar on his hand and murmured in a low and hoarse voice.
He thought of the exploding cell phone.
He works like an old monster without leaking anything, but he always lays traps in unexpected places.