Ye Ziheng looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were full of disbelief. At this moment, his eyes are full of white bones and remnant robes. Small white ants are crawling on the bones and passing by his feet from time to time.

After staying there for a long time, ye Ziheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. However, even though ye Ziheng's expression on the surface was calm, he was still very nervous in his heart.

"Race: saprophytic ants

Cultivation: early stage

Introduction: they often live in cold places and feed on decaying corpses. When there is no food, they often take the corpses of their companions as food, but they have no interest in living creatures."

For the profile that suddenly appeared in front of him, ye Ziheng directly waved his hand and cut it apart. Instead, he went to a white bone and picked up the rag on his body.

, as like as two peas, he looked at it before he saw it. He had seen it before. He had seen before that, when he saw the palace, he was wearing the puppet coat of the black Humen. Are these corpses the heihumen disciples?

However, in this trial, only ten disciples of each sect came in. Now, ye Ziheng has not only ten white bones in front of him, but also clearly saw several black tiger disciples squatting in a corner when he left Murray and others.

What's more, the clothes on these white bones look old. They can't have died recently. Moreover, the number seems to be small, and it will take another 3, 40, or even more. With so many people dying together here, it's impossible for the senior officials of black Humen not to notice this.

At this time, the corner of Ye Ziheng's eyes glanced at another white bone, and a new string of information appeared in front of Ye Ziheng.

"Preliminary identification:

accomplishments: Six martial arts practitioners

time of death: about 5 years

cause of death: unknown factors"

seeing this line of data, ye Ziheng seemed to understand something in an instant, and his shocked expression on his face was revealed again.

The time of death is about five years. If we push forward five years, the tomb will not be opened at that time, that is to say, these bodies died when the tomb was completely monopolized by the black tiger gate.

Moreover, there is a man with six levels of cultivation. If he is the leader, the strength of the team is quite strong. If the person is not the leader, it means that the team is stronger.

At this time, ye Ziheng remembered the thing that Murray had said to himself before he came to the tomb and was on the SUV. There are nearly 100 disciples of heihumen, the leader of the eight grade strong, the four seven grade protection, but all of them are destroyed in the end, leaving only one martial artist of the second level living.

Ye Ziheng's map was also taken from Chen Zizi of the second grade territory. Ye Ziheng is not sure whether Chen Zi is the second level martial artist who escaped from the black tiger gate, but this map is obviously from here, and the place is marked with a red cross.

Ye Ziheng raised his head and looked forward to the front. There were still bones lying disorderly. Ye Ziheng didn't know what was in front of him, but he always felt that if he was going forward, he might encounter something not so good. He wanted to leave, but he didn't have time to turn around. Another thought was to capture the brain in an instant.

"Did you just leave? Don't you go in and have a look? If you leave now, you may regret your whole life

Ye Ziheng did not think too much, he chose to go forward, almost instantaneous decision.

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