Asking about longevity

"Daotingsi's wife went into the mine to examine the corpses, and finally concluded that these mine cultivators were killed by monsters and then eaten by monsters..."

“Someone from the Lu family came and said they would pay for the spiritual stone.

"The mine repairman's family will stop causing trouble if they can get the spirit stone."

"Director Daoting, this matter is settled for the time being..."

Situ Fang said helplessly.

Mo Hua's eyes darkened, "It's not that simple..."

Apart from anything else, at least those mine repairmen were definitely not eaten by monsters.

Ink painting is in Daheishan, where it is common to deal with monsters, so I am very confident.

Seeing that there was no one else around, Situ Fang lowered his voice and said:

"Yes, that cheater told lies."

Mo Hua was a little confused, "How do you know he told lies?"

Situ Fang said: "I gave him the spirit stone. He told me himself."

Mo Hua nodded.

Spiritual stones can indeed make people honest.

He gave two spiritual stones to the Yaren who bought and sold the cave, and he told the truth.

Situ Fang continued:

"Zu Zuo told me that these mine repairmen were killed first and then eaten by someone unknown..."

"I have been dead for a long time, and the odor in the cave is very strong, so the smell of putrefaction and death is mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish what the cannibal is..."

Mo Hua felt a little shuddered in his heart, and then felt a little emotional.

The mine repairman died like that, and this guy can actually determine the cause of death. He really has real skills.

All professions of monasticism, even those that seem inconspicuous and considered "lowly" by others, have their own special ways and should not be underestimated.

"Then why doesn't this idiot tell the truth?" Mo Hua asked again, "Is there someone who doesn't want him to tell the truth?"

"Yes." Situ Fang nodded, "Zhao Diansi from the Daoting Division secretly mentioned him."

"Zhao Diansi?"

Situ Fang said in a low voice: "You are more senior than me. I have served as the chief of the Daoting Division in Nanyue City for sixty or seventy years, and I am deeply trusted by the chief."

Boss...?

Mo Hua understood something.

That was because of the instructions from the head of Nanyue City, he suppressed the matter and found a "proper" reason to reduce the big matter to a trivial matter.

When a monk kills someone, it is murder.

It's an accident when a monster kills someone.

Since it was an accident, it was inevitable.

Daotingsi doesn't need to bother to investigate. The Lu family's responsibility is not big. They just need to pay some spiritual stones.

If the mine repairman's family can receive spiritual stone compensation, they will not continue to cause trouble.

The situation calmed down...

On the surface, it is indeed considered "appropriate".

Mo Hua glanced at Situ Fang's expression and saw that she was aggrieved, so he asked in a low voice:

"Sister Situ, do you want to continue the investigation?"

Situ Fang hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"You're right, this matter is not that simple. We must find out who killed the mine repairmen and what ate their bodies."

Situ Fang sighed, "If I don't understand, I guess there are still mining cultivators who have died so tragically..."

Mo Hua then said: "Your boss won't allow you to continue the investigation."

Situ Fang said indifferently:

"I am on duty, and I have the support of my family behind me. I just need to be polite to him on the surface, and there is no need to be too scrupulous about him."

Mo Hua nodded and praised: "Sister Situ is so kind-hearted!"

Then he patted his chest and said, "I'll check it for you!"

Situ Fang glanced at Mo Hua suspiciously again, "What are you checking?"

"Check the cause of Mining Xiu's death."

Situ Fang was puzzled, "It's my duty to investigate, so why are you wading into this muddy water?"

Mo Hua thought for a while and said:

"I want to find Yan Jiaoxi. Since he also disappeared in the mine, it might be related to the cause of death of the mine repairman."

"Besides, I also want to find out the truth. I can't let these mine repairmen die in unknown circumstances."

Of course, there is another key point, which is the ultimate formation.

Mo Hua sensed the evil aura from the dead mine cultivator.

Mo Hua wanted to know what this Jue Zhen was and why it had an evil aura.

And who exactly is using this formation to harm people...

However, Mo Hua did not say anything about the matter related to Jue Zhen.

Situ Fang thought deeply and nodded, "Okay."

Then she warned again:

"But you must be careful. This matter is probably very involved. If you see a bad opportunity, run away."

"No matter how powerful they are, they are only in Nanyue City."

"When you leave Nanyue City and return to Tongxian City, it's your own territory, so you don't have to worry about anything."

Mo Hua's eyes flickered, and it seemed that Situ Fang had also faintly noticed something.

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Okay!"

…

Although we need to investigate, the clues are very limited.

Mo Hua wanted to see the corpse of the mine repairman first.

He wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to sense what the filthy smell of death on the corpse was, and how it was different from the ordinary breath of heaven and earth.

I also want to do some more calculations to see if I can get more clues to the final battle.

After the mine was cleared, the body of the mine repairman was sealed in Daotingsi.

Mo Hua followed Situ Fang to Daotingsi, but was told that the body had been given to the family for cremation.

Mo Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.

Situ Fang also frowned, "Who allowed it?"

"Who else could it be?" Wu Zuo curled his lips, and when he saw no one was around, he pointed upward with his hand.

Above, that is the head of Nanyue City.

Mo Hua made secret calculations in his heart.

The body was disposed of in such a hurry...

This boss seems to have a big problem.

This also shows that these corpses do hide some ulterior secrets.

Situ Fang's eyes flickered, and he seemed to have the same idea.

They didn't even think about confronting the boss, because such a thing would be meaningless.

"Let's ask the families of those mine repairmen." Mo Hua suggested.

Situ Fang nodded.

These mine repairmen live in residential buildings near the mines.

These houses are very small, dirty, messy, and smoky.

The mine repairmen who live there are all unkempt.

It was noon at this time, and many people were eating clear porridge and black and hard pickles.

The porridge was mixed with noodles, but not a few grains of rice.

The children running around in the narrow alleys were also dirty.

Situ Fang couldn't bear it.

Even Mo Hua, who was used to seeing the poverty of casual cultivators, sighed slightly.

Even among casual cultivators, the mining cultivators here are almost the poorest.

Mo Hua always felt that the casual cultivators in Tongxian City were already suffering enough.

But I didn’t expect that the further you go and the more you see, the more you will see the lower limit of poverty.

It seems that what Elder Yu said is right, "It is very hard for casual cultivators in Tongxian City, but outside Tongxian City, there are many casual cultivators who are even harder than Tongxian City..."

Mo Hua's eyes were obscure and he was silently pondering something in his heart.

Situ Fang brought the ink painting to a dilapidated house.

The door to the house is closed.

Situ Fang asked the neighbors and found out that Daotingsi had cremated the body and sent it back, and this family went to bury the dead mine repairman.

The burial place is in a large piece of wasteland in the south.

It was a mass grave.

When Mo Hua and Situ Fang arrived at the mass graves, they saw many tombs standing messily on the desolate ground.

Some have monuments with the names of the deceased written on them.

Some of them just had wooden signs erected, and the wood had rotted away due to exposure to wind and sun.

Most of them have no monuments, and it is unknown who is buried in the tomb and who buried them.

Among the mass graves, a new grave was being laid.

As Mo Hua and Situ Fang approached, they saw three or four families gathered together, wearing white clothes, burning paper money, and sobbing softly.

There was only a coffin in front of him.

Situ Fang asked about it and learned that the five people were torn apart and died miserably, and their limbs could not be distinguished.

On Daotingsi's side, they mixed together and were cremated together.

The mine repairmen's families could only bury five of them in one coffin.

Situ Fang said angrily: "How can this be done?"

A haggard-looking, middle-aged woman with a skinny child said helplessly:

"Even if we were separated, we couldn't afford a coffin. This coffin was made by the four of us."

"Isn't it the fifth family?"

"There is another family. His wife has already remarried with her son, and there is no one to bury him."

Situ Fang was speechless.

The woman sighed and said:

"We don't blame her either. She is an orphan and a widower. If she doesn't remarry, she won't be able to survive."

Situ Fang frowned and said, "Didn't the Lu family pay for the spirit stone?"

"We paid one hundred, but in our hands, we only have twenty left. These twenty spiritual stones won't last long."

Situ Fang's face turned cold, "Who deducted it?"

The woman mumbled, but couldn't say anything. She could only sigh with a sad face.

Situ Fang asked again, but the woman just shook her head and stopped talking.

Everyone was a little silent.

The desolate cemetery became dead silent again, with only feeble sobs rising one after another.

After the tomb was erected, everyone lit incense.

Cigarettes curled up and the tombs were lonely.

The family members of the mine repairman looked sad.

It's hard to make a living as a mine repairman, and you don't know how long you can survive.

I don't know when I will encounter an accident in the mine, and another grave will be added to this mass grave.

In the end, these tombs will have no names and surnames, standing among these desolate hills.

No one asked, no one paid tribute.

Just a bunch of unknown mounds of dirt and rocks.

Mo Hua glanced around, feeling inexplicably desolate and emotional.

After a moment, Mo Hua was startled.

He looked at these monks again and frowned slowly.

He remembered that when the families of these mine repairmen made trouble and asked Daotingsi for an explanation and argued with Situ Fang, they were accompanied by several big men.

But now, these families are either women and children or old people.

There were a few young monks, but they were also thin.

Where have those big men gone?

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly cold.

My schedule is a bit messy and I'm a little late, sorry.