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Chapter 877
at the foot of the mountain.

Nie Zifeng's tomb has been dug, and the coffin was opened.

No one could be seen in the coffin, because the people had been filled with big stones one by one, and the stones pressed the corpse, which was a great humiliation to Nie Zifeng!
Moreover, the tombstones of Nie Zifeng and his wife and children were also pulled out, and it was not known where they were thrown.

hateful!

It's just too nasty!
Murong Yan clenched her fists, her red eyes were filled with coolness and hatred, her eye circles were red: "Tianlei Gang!"

"Mr. Murong Si, are you sure?" For some reason, Bai Mosi always had a bad premonition circling in his mind. He couldn't figure out why Tianlei Bang chose to do it in modern times.

And he felt that the person who killed the courtyard house and the person who assassinated Murong Yan were definitely not the same person.

Looking at the destroyed tomb now, Bai Mosi began to doubt.

"The darts from the Tianlei Gang are here." Murong Yan was a little agitated, she clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and hid her pain.

"Mr. Murong Si, let's investigate again. There is something strange about this matter." Bai Mosi is thoughtful, likes to think, and doesn't like to make rash assertions. Only when he has definite evidence, Bai Mosi will take action .

It is precisely because of his temper that he became Murong Yan's right-hand man.

Murong Yan couldn't bear to look at the destroyed tomb again, she turned her head, and Bai Mosi stepped forward to cover her eyes: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't look at it, cheer up, we still have to find the murderer, even the dead don't respect , we will never tolerate it!"

"En." Murong Yan answered with a choked voice.

It took more than an hour for the people of Dali Temple to remove the stones from Nie Zifeng's coffin and piece together the smashed bones inside, but some fragile bones have been smashed into disrepair.

Murong Yan leaned on the tree root and quietly thought about everything that happened these days, she needed to organize her thoughts.

Bai Mosi glanced at the bones in the coffin, and couldn't bear it. Others wanted to tell Murong Yan, but Bai Mosi blocked him. Since the bones were already like this, there was no need to bother Murong Yan anymore.

"Eh? The tomb of Nie Shaoqing's son seems to have been moved, and the soil is brand new." A careful person squatted down and compared the old and new soil, said.

When Murong Yan heard it, she immediately ran over and pushed them away: "Dig! Dig! I want to see."

"Mr. Murong Si." Bai Mosi persuaded, he didn't know what it would look like after opening it.

"Bai Shaoqing, don't stop me. The child has only been buried for a few days. Don't those people spare even a child?" Murong Yan said emotionally, with a pale face, red eye circles, and a hoarse voice.

After only one night, her face lost a lot of weight.

Bai Mosi closed his eyes in discomfort: "Go ahead."

The child had just been buried, and the soil hadn't been frozen too hard, so it was very easy to dig. Murong Yan's eyes were fixed on it for a moment, her jade hands were trembling, and she stood here with a strong spirit.

The coffin was revealed.

Murong Yan's heart stuck in her throat.

Four people stood at a corner of the coffin, and then opened the coffin lid vigorously.

"Ah..." Murong Yan looked at the child in the coffin in irritation.

The intact child was cut off with a long sword, and there was blood on the neck. Murong Yan covered her mouth, her eyelashes trembled, and she almost collapsed. She knelt on the ground uncontrollably: "Bastard!" ,brute!"

(End of this chapter)