Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 262 Deja Vu
"The rioting refugees will naturally be put to death. The real worry is that they will all be executed regardless of the severity of their actions." Qin Feng clutched Gao Han, veins bulging on the back of his hand. "Who would bother to figure out how much these people were involved?"

Qin Feng's thoughts briefly slipped into the cold shell of the people of Jucheng: With the war raging on the front lines, a commotion in the rear would surely lead to disaster. Besides, the old emperor didn't care how many refugees died. If he could recruit some people from other states and gather the refugees not in Bingzhou City, would the fertile lands of Bing, Fu, and Ting still be unable to attract people?
Everyone in the clinic had left. Wei Xi was a little bastard, and Gou Xie was no better. The two of them showed no mercy to the suspected enemy's territory and violently demolished the clinic in an attempt to find any remaining evidence.

During this time, some curious refugees came to watch the fun. Qin Feng held Gao Han and stood outside, and immediately the refugees stopped making any noise.

As for those forces hiding in the shadows, they are unsure of the methods these three people will adopt and can only wait and see.

This clinic doesn't look big, but it takes quite a lot of effort to dismantle it. It took the two monks nearly two hours to finally finish the demolition.

"This guy is quite good at hiding," Lian Gou-ye, his face pitch black, emerged from the stove. "He's digging a hole? Where did he come from? A mole?"

Wei Xi pulled him up - there was a hole under the stove in the clinic, who would have thought?
Wei Xi, who was in charge of the kitchen, took a look around and noticed a lot of ashes in the stove. Wei Xi thought to herself, "Whose family is so lazy? They don't even clean the stove? They're just putting it there to create a veneer, right?"

Wei Xi sneered and asked Lian Gou to clean out the ashes inside.

As a result, they actually discovered something unusual inside. Lian Gou's muffled voice came from inside, "There's a hole in there, do you want to dig it out?"

Wei Xi had some understanding of the way this group of people acted. It was so strange that it could not be understood by ordinary people, and no details could be missed.

"Dig it up! But don't touch anything, be careful of the formation!"

Lian Gouqie, who had accepted his fate, was tortured by the ashes to the point of being speechless. The hole was so deep that he had to dig the entire painting into it and barely reached the bottom.

"There's a cloth package inside, which I tied with a rope," Lian Gouqie spat out ashes from his mouth. "It feels hard and bulky, but it's not as heavy as gold or silver..."

The mysterious cloth package was dragged out of the stove using the moving technique, and the ashes lay on it carelessly, as if its life or death was in its own hands.

He carefully used a puppet to lift the cloth, revealing a pile of bones inside, with white bones and black ashes clearly separated.

"What kind of bone is this?" Qin Feng, who came in holding a sword, looked disgusted. "It can't be human, right?"

"We didn't find the skull," Wei Xi said, digging through the bones with his dagger. "But at first glance, it looks like a human."

The greedy [Pulling Thread] didn't react. The pile of bones held no spiritual energy. Wei Xi, her hands wrapped in cloth, began fiddling with them. She was quite familiar with human skeletons, and with ease, she pieced together a skeleton, minus the head.

"This group of people are fighting with bones." Lian Gouyu thought of the four heads he was carrying and his face turned pale. "What exactly does this person want to do?"

Wei Xi also wanted to know. He didn't know whose bones these bones on the ground belonged to, how long they had been dead, or what special meaning the separation of the head and body had.

Apart from this bag of bones, nothing else was found in the clinic.

"At least we know this person is cautious," Qin Feng counted on his fingers. "Tangkou Town used the Hu people to cover up their tracks, Zhenhai Sect faked Yin Feng's drowning, and the mass grave concealed the identity of the deceased... Today, there are no traces left in the clinic except this bag of bones. If it was done by one person or a group of people, it would be very difficult to deal with them."

"No matter how hard they are to deal with, they're still rats in the gutter," Lian Gou said with a sly smile. "I used to be a thief. People who do illegal things like that are most afraid of being exposed!"

Wei Xi was speechless. She glared at Lian Gou and rewrapped the bones - she couldn't see anything wrong at the moment, so she could only put them away and investigate carefully.

"Just shut up," Qin Feng said bluntly, "If anyone hears about this, it'll get you into trouble!"

Lian Gou said sternly, "I will never coexist with evil! I am a righteous monk, and a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold..."

After leaving the ruined clinic, Wei Xi and the other two found a nearby looted house. The house was already deserted, leaving only the tattered gate and the hoarse wailing sound.

It was getting late, and the three tired people didn't want to find another place, so they arranged their watch order and rested.

Lian Gou, the more energetic, lined up the four heads, muttered "Excuse me," and took out a pen and paper to begin reconstructing their faces. The firelight blurred the edges of the flesh, and the traces of decay were twisted into bloody tears, which flowed along the tip of the pen to form a thin portrait.

……

When Qin Feng woke up, she saw two portraits placed aside - she was stuck in the middle last night. She only saw Lian Gou rinsing his brush there, but she didn't expect that he was so quick and had already painted two portraits.

Lian Gouyue yawned and poked Lingyin's butt with his finger, "Don't lie there, these two paintings are still useful! Go play somewhere else!"

Lingyin made a dissatisfied "click" sound, jumped away slightly, and tilted her head to observe the portrait, as if she was curious about why this person only had a head.

Wei Xi, who was picking bones on the side, snapped his fingers, and Lingyin flew back to her master's head reluctantly and began to ask for today's fruit.

"What are you doing with these bones?" Qin Feng rubbed his shoulders and asked directly.

"I want to see if there's any residual spiritual energy on the bones," Wei Xi said. He was a careful person and took the few clues he had very seriously. "There are always times when you fail."

"Let's go to the granary today," Wei Xi put a shoulder blade back into the package, "A large amount of grain was moved away. I think it was with the help of the magic circle. There may be some remnants of the formation."

The two portraits restored by Lian Gouwei looked unremarkable, with ordinary looks. One had a long chin and the other had a bulbous nose.

"I can only draw it like this," Lian Gouqie said apologetically, a rare omission. "The skin on his face is badly damaged, so there's nothing to refer to."

Wei Xi nodded slightly, "It's good to have a handle. I'll do my best."

"By the way, the granary is under the control of rioting refugees. Do we still need to sneak in?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Xi smiled mysteriously and said, "There are many ways. Let's go after we're full!"

Wei Xi's method was indeed effective: the three men were possessed by bandits and rushed through the granary. The rioting refugees were also refugees and were completely unable to stop a decent resistance, allowing Wei Xi and the other two to march straight in.

Bingzhou’s granary is indeed large. Normally, even in a famine year, it would not be so empty that rats would cry.

But facts speak louder than words. The granaries in front of me are all empty and the doors are all open.

"Fortunately, the seven trenches have been dug..." Qin Feng said thankfully. Otherwise, there might be major changes on the front line. This is really a blessing in disguise.

Wei Xi silently increased the enemy's danger level in his mind: such a large warehouse, even if only a quarter of it is full, it will take a lot of spiritual power to transfer and properly handle all this food.

The enemy was too powerful, and Wei Xi was under increasing pressure. It was even difficult to disperse. The three of them searched for traces inside the granary together.

There was some spiritual power remaining, but it was not the earth attribute as Wei Xi guessed, but spiritual power that was more inclined towards the fire attribute.

Unfortunately, the remaining spiritual power is even less than that of the clinic, so there is naturally no way to track the traces.

Even Wei Xi was a little annoyed and took his anger out on the next warehouse door.

With a loud bang, the wooden door, unable to bear the weight, fell to the ground.

Behind the rising smoke and dust were strips of white cloth.

　To help everyone recall, the white silk is the same one found in the backyard of the county government office in Tangkou Town.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)