Killing people is not enough.

Killing is also the stupidest way to do it.

That little guy knows how to ask for help from himself, and he knows how to trick the pharmacist, obviously he will not be a stupid person.

What's more, the person who was killed was just an old bustard in the green building.

The morning and evening butterflies gently landed on the shoulders of the Jun monk.

"The breath is gone?"

Monk Jun was a little surprised.

Chao Xi Butterfly told him that the aura of the Corpse King disappeared in this area.

The butterflies can't be tracked, could it be that the corpse king has been sealed again?

The butterfly turned into a red light and turned into a Buddha bead again.

Monk Jun is about to enter the village to look for clues.

"Ahead is Qiancun, and the wanted criminals are inside."

Just as Monk Jun was thinking about it, he saw a group of officials coming from the direction of the village.

When they saw Monk Jun, they were stunned at first, obviously surprised, and met a monk in this kind of poor mountain and remote area.

In this kind of place, it is a problem for the villagers to even have food and clothing, and it is rare to have a monk who is related to it.

"Where did the monk come from, the official errand, and the idler avoided it."

The officials saw that Monk Jun was dressed in a lily robe and straw sandals, and he looked like a poor monk at first glance, and pushed him to get out.

Monk Jun didn't argue either, and stepped aside.

The little beggar was clearly in the city, how could he be in this small mountain village.

The officials scolded and cursed, a few people stayed at the entrance of the village, and the others walked to the village.

But he hadn't taken a few steps before he heard an official shout.

"Dead!"

When several officials at the entrance of the village heard this, they pulled their legs and ran to the village.

In Qiancun, the villagers lay on the ground.

Without exception, all of them died, and the most terrifying thing for the officials was that the deaths of the villagers were very horrifying.

They were well clothed, and all the flesh and blood on their bodies were gone, except for crumpled skin wrapped around bones.

The officials have been on errands for so many years, and they have never seen such a terrible death.

They shuddered, and couldn't help but think of a few days ago, in the forest outside the city, a hunter found a pack of wolf corpses.

The condition of the wolf corpses is very similar to the death of the villagers.

Up and down the village, nearly 200 villagers, men, women and children, all of them died in ordinary places.

"Amitabha."

The officials looked at each other, and just as they didn't know what to do, a Buddha horn floated in their ears.

As soon as the officials turned around, they saw the monk standing behind them.

"Monk, are you looking for death, didn't you tell you, the official is on an errand, you are here to mix things up."

An old official almost didn't have a good airway, so let Monk Jun roll as far as he could.

As he spoke, the old official pushed Monk Jun.

But as soon as he met Monk Jun, he felt that he had hit a wall, and his arm snapped and broke.

"Catch him, this monk is weird!"

The old official held his hands and cried out in pain.

When they came, the monk was standing outside the village.

Looking at his appearance again, where can a serious monk look like this, he must be a demon monk!

The death of the villager must have something to do with him.

When those officials heard this, they quickly surrounded Monk Jun in the middle as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"This corpse is not the corpse of another."

Monk Jun shook his head as if he was fine, raised his feet and left.

saw him step out, his figure disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the human wall, dozens of steps away.

This kind of miraculous technique made the officials all turn pale with fright.

At this moment, on the mountain road, someone came quickly, and an official was panting.

"Oh no, mass graves...... Mass burial ......"