That night, apart from Cha Wenbin sleeping soundly, only the drunkard with a puffy face was left, while the others tossed and turned for a long time, unable to fall asleep, each lost in their own thoughts.

  It is often said that if the heart is not calm, the spirit will not be peaceful. One early morning, when Wen Bin was stretching and yawning, preparing to get out of bed, those few were still lying there like dead pigs, only Heng Rou was rubbing her eyes and shouting that last night's wine was too fierce.

  They would never tell him what was soaked in the wine, and if anyone else did it, they would probably vomit for several days and nights. They temporarily fooled him by casually borrowing an excuse to go down the mountain to the fair.

  Everyone started eating their own dry rations for breakfast, probably all feeling a bit nauseous about the food here. Those who didn't understand could only follow along and eat with everyone else.

  After finishing breakfast, the sky was still dimly lit, and this place was a small basin. The sun rose relatively late. Zha Wenbin hung the kerosene lamp at the gate, which was blown by the wind to sway back and forth. The iron ring on the door beam occasionally made a creaking sound. People who had packed their luggage were ready to set off, except that Chaozi had an extra bed sheet in his hand.

  He shouted that he still wanted to go and get some wine, otherwise they would be stuck on the mountain for a few days and wouldn't even have any liquor to drink. Cha Wenbin knew that they all had a good taste for it, and one thing was certain: the corn stalk wine they drank on the first night was absolutely fine. So he said, "Big Brother, if you really want to bring some wine, just choose the worst coarse wine. It's easy for Old Man Liu to get some grain, we can't let him down."

  Chaozi whispered on the side: "Still dare to drink, yesterday almost drank you to death." Ma Shang immediately gave him a white eye, letting him not continue to persuade, Chaozi had to shut up.

  But Heng Mei ignored Chaozi and flashed into the kitchen, his nose was also very familiar with wine, just separated by a wine jar, he immediately distinguished which one inside was that rough wine. Hehe smiled and moved the wine jar, poured a pot of wine into his own military canteen, and shouted: "You really don't want it?"

  Zhuo Xiong replied: "A little is enough, we don't want it."

  This guy's face is huge, his body is huge, and his strength is naturally quite large. He does things without being meticulous, but there are consequences, that is, he is careless. This wine jar was originally placed next to a water tank on the ground, with several wooden boards underneath, which was to prevent moisture.

  He took the wine and naturally had to return the wine jar, his two hands casually grasped it, and the ten or so kilogram heavy jar was thrown somewhere with a "peng" sound. This made Cha Wenbin and those detective soldiers hear clearly, almost in unison shouting: "Empty?"

  Three people, you look at me, I look at you, the horizontal meat face thought it had made a big mistake, and just stood still without moving. In between, they walked over quickly, this super strong spotlight "swish" lit up, Chaozi took out a dagger and carefully tapped on the wooden board for a while, finally confirming that there was another space underneath.

  Old Wang didn't think it was strange at all, in a northern family like this, digging a cellar to store food and things like that is normal, and it's also understandable to dig out such a space in their own kitchen.

  He explained it this way, and it was still passable. Instead, Chaozi suggested: "Since the sky is not yet bright, let's just open it and take a look, Wenbin brother, what do you say?" He knew that Chaowen wanted to find some clues here, but these two small rooms were so small that they could be swept clean at a glance, and there was no suspicious place.

  "Go ahead and take a look, Chaozi you're up." Zha Wenbin said with the momentum, and added another sentence "Be careful!"

  Don't worry, Chaozi directly pulled out the gun from his waist, skillfully pulled back the bolt, and released the safety catch. Zhuo Xiong saw him make this standard military defensive move, immediately flashed to his opposite side, also revealing his own eagle claw. Lao Wang took a look at this situation, first dodged to the corner of the wall.

  "Hey, Big Fatty, you're so strong, come and move this water vat over there!" Chaozi shouted.

  After the meat-faced man moved away from the water tank, a large wooden board was exposed below. Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong each held one side of it. After exchanging a glance, they suddenly exerted force and lifted up the board with a loud creak. A large hole appeared beneath, emitting a foul odor that made everyone cover their noses.

  Without instruction, the two large-caliber handguns were already pointing downwards together. After waiting for about a minute without any movement, they lowered their heads to take a look. The wall of this cellar had stairs that could be descended in an orderly manner, but the smell was really overwhelming, extremely similar to the smell of rotting meat. Chaozi covered his nose and said: "What to do? It smells so bad, do we still want to go down and take a look?"

  Zha Wenbin took out a small bamboo tube from his bag, pulled out the plug at the front end, and poured out several small pills, about the size of soybeans. He handed one to each person, saying: "Keep it in your mouth, don't swallow it, and you won't be able to smell the stench for a while."

  The pill was indeed as miraculous as he said, and the pungent smell that had just hit his nose disappeared instantly, replaced by a refreshing and elegant fragrance. Chaozi was about to ask when Zha Wenbin spoke up, "Don't ask, it's Beishi Dan, left behind by my master, I didn't learn any of his pill-making skills."

  With this thing, at least they can temporarily cope with the smell, but to be on the safe side, Zhuo Xiong and Heng Roulian, two great generals, were left in the house. If that Stone Dad really came back to kill them, they should also be able to cope. Cha Wenbin, Chaozi, and Old Wang went ahead to check the situation.

  The cellar wasn't dug very deep, as Old Wang would say, at first glance it seemed to be used by farmers to store potatoes and cabbage. Less than two meters down, the space suddenly began to expand, and within another two meters they had reached the bottom. It was in this four-meter-deep underground space that they could all faintly smell a foul odor coming from their noses, a smell that Wen Bin was very familiar with: the stench of corpses!

  The moment they turned around, the light illuminated this world of less than five square meters, and also tied their hearts together in an instant.

  Corpses, corpses everywhere in this cramped space, lying haphazardly, some with visible white bones, others still with some flesh intact. Without exception, all the corpses were dressed in uniform attire, which was provided by Old Wang's organization, and which they themselves had worn just a few days ago!

  "1, 2, 3..." Old Wang carefully counted the corpses on the ground. "10, 11, exactly 11 bodies. The number and clothing are all the same as the missing people. I didn't expect it, they actually encountered harm here. Luckily that person went back to report the news, isn't this leading us into a trap?"

  Cha Wenbin didn't want to look anymore, this place was a burial pit. Maybe they were used as tools by the Stone Father when repairing the Ghost Road, or maybe they were silenced for some other reason. In short, these people died cleanly. But no matter what sect you are from, taking human lives as a price will always be despised by heaven and will definitely be punished by the heavens.

  "Let's go up, Wenbin, I don't want to look anymore, it's too miserable," said Old Wang.

  Cha Wenbin nodded, and the three of them returned to the ground and covered it up again. Zhuo Xiong saw that their faces all looked terrible, so he asked: "What's wrong?" Chao Zi recounted what had happened below, eleven corpses had accompanied them through all those nights, just thinking about it made one's hair stand on end.

  Old Wang almost begged Cha Wenbin: "Let's hold a Buddhist ceremony for them, it's too pitiful."

  Wen Bin shook his head and said, "It's useless. For someone who has already lost three souls and seven spirits, they can't feel the protection of the underworld. What we see is just the remaining shell."

  Old Wang asked incredulously: "Have they been reincarnated?"

  Cha Wenbin picked up the wine jug and smashed it to the ground, saying: "The soul has already scattered, those who cultivate ghostly ways take people's souls to cultivate, this origin is similar to witchcraft, a sect that can control others' souls for their own use, truly unforgivable, heaven will not tolerate!"

  Before leaving, Cha Wenbin set the entire village on fire with a torch, saying that this was a place where evil spirits gathered, and it was most suitable for doing things that couldn't be seen by others. As for the other houses in the village, after checking, they were all empty, and later in the big fire, no one from any household ran out, but instead, various foul smells filled the air. Needless to say, those houses had been killed off cleanly by this cultivator of evil Taoism, just like the righteous village.

  After finishing all this, the sun had already risen. When the golden sunlight sprinkled on this land, they were already facing the mountain ridge and slowly moving away in another direction...

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