Soon, the two of them arrived at the foot of a mountain, which was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

After getting off the car, I saw that everything was yellow and the leaves were falling down.

There were a few crows croaking on the hills in the distance, adding a bit of desolate atmosphere.

Wang Dachun took a breath of cold air. It was already late autumn and the cold winter was coming.

Liu pointed at the foot of the mountain, "Mr. Tang is there, let's go over!"

Wang Dachun looked around and saw that there were many people at the foot of the mountain, and even two police cars parked there.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Wang Dachun discovered that it was indeed a cemetery, with many earthen tombs, some with tombstones, some without, just a small tomb.

Looking at the graves, Wang Dachun sighed secretly in his heart, and couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation. In the near future, he would also become one of them.

Tang Wenming greeted him with a ugly expression, "Dachun, you are here just right. I happened to have something to come to you, come with me."

Tang Wenming took Wang Dachun to a tomb built with bricks, pointed his hand, and said with some grief and anger: "My father's tomb was stolen, and even his body was gone!"

Wang Dachun took a look and found that the tomb of Tang Wenming's father Tang Zongze was the most luxurious here.

Nowadays, there are still many people who don’t like cremation and burial, especially the older generation. They can’t accept that they will be burned again after they die.

After Tang Zongze's death, Tang Wenming followed his father's last wish and asked someone to quietly bury his father in a cemetery that had been prepared long ago.

At this moment, Tang Zongze's cemetery was in a mess, with a big pit on the ground, and even the coffin was dug out, and the coffin lid was thrown aside, and the body inside was gone.

No wonder Tang Wenming looked ugly. No matter who has a ancestral tomb is stolen, he will probably not feel good!

Wang Dachun raised his eyebrows, "Brother-in-law, have you buried something valuable for the old man?"

Tang Zongze’s tomb is obviously more luxuriously built. Could it be that there were tomb robbers?

Tang Wenming said: "There are no valuable things, I just buried a few things that my father liked during his lifetime, such as pipes, purple clay teapots, etc. These things are actually not valuable, and the things are still there."

"I don't think they are doing it for money, because there are many ancestral tombs in this cemetery that have been dug up."

Wang Dachun looked around and found that there was a mess everywhere, and the coffin boards were thrown everywhere.

Many people were roaring angrily, and the police were busy investigating and collecting evidence. Wang Dachun suddenly saw a beautiful figure.

Those straight and slender legs, one-meter-two-meter-old, are so eye-catching, with a very arrogant ponytail and a heroic temperament.

It was the beautiful policewoman Hua Nangong Baihe who hadn't seen her for a while, and the girl seemed to be getting more and more beautiful.

Wang Dachun quickly waved to Nangong Baihe, "Sister Baihe!"

Nangong Baihe turned to look at Wang Dachun, and her beautiful eyes lit up, "Dachun!"

As she said that, she walked towards Wang Dachun with her long legs.

This girl is indeed becoming more and more beautiful and refined. This may be related to the "Jade Girl Heart Sutra" she practiced.

Wang Dachun discovered that women who practice this technique will become more and more beautiful and refined, and more fairy-like.

Even Tang Wenming, who had countless emperors, couldn't help but look at Nangong Baihe for a few more times. If you want to be able to withstand these legs once, you will have no regrets if you die!

"Dachun, why are you here?" Nangong Baihe felt a little happy when she saw Wang Dachun again.

"I came with my friend. Let me introduce you to you. This is Mr. Tang Wenming, the president of the Tang Group."

"Mr. Tang, this is the beautiful policewoman Hua Nangong Baihe of the Criminal Police Team."

Tang Wenming quickly smiled and said hello, "Oh, it turns out it's Miss Lily, good legs!"

Nangong Lily: "Ah?"

Tang Wenming's old face turned red, "Ahem, I mean, I mean lucky!"

He always had an awkward face, so why did he express his true thoughts?

Wang Dachun asked, "How is it, Sister Lily, are there any clues?"

"We are investigating and found that a total of two bodies were lost in the entire cemetery and more than a dozen graves were dug."

Nangong Baihe frowned, "I'm really puzzled. Why are these people digging out their ancestral graves for? This is a modern tomb and there are no antiques. If they were not for money, what would they do?"

Tang Wenming gritted his teeth, "Yes, this man is so crazy!"

Wang Dachun's eyes lit up, "Maybe I know who did it!"

If he guessed correctly, this crazy guy must be the Witch King. Last time his corpse puppet was taken over by himself.

This guy must have wanted to refine another corpse puppet to defend himself.

However, this guy was stabbed by Wang Dachun last time. According to time, his health has almost healed and he can just run out to commit the crime.

The two of them exclaimed at the same time, "What! Who is it?"

"Witch King!"

Wang Dachun briefly told the story of the Witch King, especially the story of the corpse puppet.

The two were shocked, "What! Is there really someone in the world who can manipulate the corpse?"

Wang Dachun said: "No, but that corpse cannot be regarded as a real corpse. Instead, it was refined into a corpse puppet with secret techniques, which is different from ordinary corpses!"

If it weren't for seeing this with your own eyes, Wang Dachun would be unbelievable.

"This damn witch king! If my father was refined into a corpse puppet by sacrifice, wouldn't he be driven every day?"

Tang Wenming was so angry that he gritted his teeth. His father was still in peace after he died and was driven by others.

This made him unacceptable no matter what.

The fact that sacrificing other people's corpse puppets for others to drive is indeed a very harmful thing.

The Witch King will definitely not have a good ending.

At this moment, in a cave not far from the cemetery, an old man in black robe was sitting cross-legged in the cave and muttering something.

It is the Witch King.

At this moment, two corpses were lying side by side in front of him. The corpses were no longer very good, and even began to grow corpse spots.

This place is also an extremely yin place with heavy yin energy, and the corpse will not rot quickly after death.

This is why Tang Zongze's body has not yet rotted.

The Witch King sighed, these two corpses are far from the thousand-year-old corpse he used to be.

He always no longer thought about taking back the corpse puppet from Wang Dachun.

The Witch King exhaled a breath of turbid air from his mouth and opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "It's all caused by Wang Dachun, this little beast. When I refine the corpse puppet, it will be the day when you die!"

As he said that, he stood up and began to sacrifice and refine the two corpses. His body circled around the two corpses, muttering words in his mouth, holding a handful of Buddha dust in his hand and constantly making magic tricks at them.

The Witch King is such a freak. He went to the cemetery in the middle of the night to dig a grave and then carried the body back.

I guess there are few people in the world who dare to do such disgusting and terrifying things.
Chapter completed!