The thing Chu Yan took out looked like a pipe and a length of bamboo.
Kong Xian vaguely felt that it looked familiar, but he was not sure whether it was what he had guessed in his mind.
Then he saw Chu Yan take out another stone.
Kong Xian had seen this stone before, and it was a very common stone in the mine.
The Blood Soul Tongxuan Mine in the mine had already been mined, so what Chu Yan took out at this time was not an ore, but an ordinary stone.
"What did you bring back such a stone for?" Kong Xian asked doubtfully.
Chu Yan looked at the stone and said, "Do you still remember what Zhang Bo said before?"
"Which sentence?" Kong Xian frowned slightly.
"I praised him at the time for being very familiar with the environment inside the mine," Chu Yan said.
Kong Xian thought for a while, nodded and said: "I remember clearly, what he answered you at that time was that he used to patrol the mines a lot, and he also said that he didn't know much about the mines further down.
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Having said this, a gleam suddenly flashed in Kong Xian's eyes: "What you said when you praised him was intentional!"
"Yes." Chu Yan nodded.
He gently rubbed his fingers on the stone: "I think that what he said is half true and half lies."
"Oh?" Kong Xian asked doubtfully, "Which sentence is true and which sentence is false?"
"I think so." As Chu Yan spoke, he pressed the dark tube in his hand on the stone. "It's true to patrol frequently, but it's false to not know anything about it."
As the words fell, Chu Yan suddenly exerted force.
With a swish sound, the dark tube in his hand was instantly inserted into the stone.
Kong Xian knew that Chu Yan must have his own motives for doing this.
So he kept silent and quietly waited for changes.
Only a moment later, Kong Xian saw a wisp of light smoke floating out from the other end of the pipe.
And it is getting thicker and thicker, and it condenses without dissipating.
At a glance, it seems that the stone is filled with thick smoke, and now this pipe is guiding the thick smoke out.
But what Kong Xian didn't expect was that the smoke pouring out was just the beginning.
Soon, the temperature in the room began to drop.
And the rate of decline is very fast.
The cold feeling makes people feel like they are in an ice cave.
Chu Yan and Kong Xian are both monks, and they are also monks in the Earth Yuan Realm. They are no longer afraid of the cold and heat.
But at this moment, they still felt a wave of coldness, like steel needles, penetrating every hole, entering the body along the pores, and piercing into their bone marrow.
Kong Xian looked at Chu Yan, saw Chu Yan's brows, and began to frown, and said lightly: "There is something."
And he also saw that there was anger slowly gathering in Chu Yan's eyes.
Kong Xian continued to read.
Soon, he heard someone beside him sobbing softly.
In the cold room, the clear sound of someone crying suddenly came from the room.
Anyone would be shocked.
Kong Xian is no exception.
But for him, he was more surprised.
The crying sound gradually became chaotic, but at the same time, what Kong Xian felt was not that the crying sound was weakening, but that the number of people crying was constantly rising.
From one person crying, there were a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand people crying.
The crying was also accompanied by wailing and roaring.
Kong Xian felt that his back was numb.
He already vaguely knew what Chu Yan was doing.
These sounds do not come from real people, but from the thick smoke.
When Kong Xian looked up at the thick smoke, Chu Yan also stared at the thick smoke.
Thick smoke condensed but never dispersed, like clouds, gathering in the room above the two people's heads.
The thick smoke continued to squirm, and human faces condensed out of it.
Every face has a sad look.
Their expressions were full of despair and pain.
Face after face, layer upon layer, densely packed, I don’t know how many there are.
Just one look at it makes one's hair stand on end.
Unconsciously, Kong Xian felt that he was also affected.
His heart suddenly felt as painful as a knife, his vision began to slowly become blurred, and the rise and fall of his chest became difficult.
It's like a drowning person, with no hope of rising to the surface, the despair of watching oneself slowly sinking, getting further and further away from the light.
At this moment, Kong Xian felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
This time, he suddenly woke up.
What I saw before my eyes became clear again.
He raised his head and saw Chu Yan's serious face right in front of him.
And the other person's hand was still on his shoulder.
Kong Xian shifted his gaze again and looked at the stones on the table.
The originally black stones have now turned gray.
The black pipe on the stone is still plugged in, but it is no longer smoking.
Moreover, the thick smoke lingering above the two people's heads has also dissipated.
The cool moonlight shines through the window curtains into the house again.
"Bamboo with corpses." Looking at the black pipe, Kong Xian spat out three words.
"Yeah." Chu Yan nodded.
That black tube was the material for refining the puppet that was found inside the island after killing the evil cultivators.
"The Corpse Bamboo grows in dark places, above graves, and absorbs resentment and corpse energy..." Kong Xian murmured.
He had also read about the Corpse Jade Bamboo in books in the past.
But before that, he didn't think that the black pipe Chu Yan took out was the corpse bamboo.
Now that he knew who the other party was, he immediately understood Chu Yan's intention in doing this and what was going on with the faces in the thick smoke.
"Those are the souls who died in the mines." Kong Xian's voice was slightly trembling at this moment.
Corpse Festival Bamboo absorbs resentment and corpse energy to grow, so it is naturally equivalent to the condensation of resentment and corpse energy in that area.
Kong Xian's trembling at this moment was certainly not fear, but anger.
The total number of those faces is probably no less than a thousand.
In other words, the mine they went to check out today might have a mountain-like pile of corpses not far from their feet.
Moreover, these corpses must have been tortured before death, and they died recently.
Otherwise, Shi Jie Zhu's reaction would not have been so violent.
"I have a bold guess about these corpses." Chu Yan said at this time.
Kong Xian's eyes narrowed.
At this time, an idea came to his mind.
And this idea, he felt, coincided with Chu Yan.
"I think we have found where those missing families have gone," Chu Yan said.
"These lunatics!" Kong Xian clenched his fists suddenly, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
At this time, Chu Yan's voice sounded again.
"But before talking about these disappeared families, I think you should tell me, who is the dead ghost wrapped in bandages?"