Chapter 416 Burial

"The coroner from the Daoting Division went into the mine to examine the bodies and concluded that the mine repairers were killed by monsters and then eaten by monsters..."

"The Lu family came and said they would compensate with spirit stones."

"The family of the mine repairer will stop making trouble if they can get the spirit stones."

"In the Daoting Division, this matter is temporarily over..."

Situ Fang said helplessly.

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

Apart from anything else, at least the mine repairers were definitely not eaten by monsters.

Mo Hua often dealt with monsters in Dahei Mountain, so he was very sure.

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

"Yes, that coroner lied."

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

Situ Fang said: "I gave him spirit stones, and he told me himself."

Mo Hua nodded.

Spirit stones can indeed make people honest.

He gave two spirit stones to the cave manor, and he told the truth.

Situ Fang continued:

"The coroner told me that these mine cultivators were killed first, and then eaten by something unknown..."

"It's been a long time since they died, and the foul air in the cave is heavy, so the foul and dead air is mixed, and it's hard to tell what the thing that ate people was..."

Mo Hua felt a little scared, and then he felt a little emotional.

The mine cultivators died in such a state, and the coroner could still determine the cause of death. He really has real skills.

There are all kinds of cultivation, even if they seem insignificant and are regarded as "lowly" by others, they all have special ways and should not be underestimated.

"Why didn't the coroner tell the truth?" Mo Hua asked again, "Did someone stop him from speaking?"

"Yes." Situ Fang nodded, "Zhao Dianshi of the Dao Ting Division secretly reminded him."

"Zhao Dianshi?"

Situ Fang whispered, "He has more experience than me. He has been a Dianshi in the Dao Ting Division of Nanyue City for sixty or seventy years and is deeply trusted by the chief."

Chief...

Mo Hua understood a little.

That is, the chief of Nanyue City instructed to suppress the matter and found a "proper" reason to make a big thing small and a small thing nothing.

When a cultivator kills someone, it is murder.

When a monster kills someone, it is an accident.

Since it is an accident, it is inevitable.

The Dao Ting Division does not need to bother to investigate, and the Lu family is not responsible for a big thing. They just need to pay some spiritual stones.

The family of the mine cultivator will not continue to make trouble if they can get spiritual stones as compensation.

The situation calmed down...

On the surface, it was indeed "appropriate".

Mo Hua glanced at Situ Fang's expression, and seeing that she was still upset, he asked in a low voice:

"Sister Situ, do you want to continue investigating?"

Situ Fang hesitated for a moment and nodded:

"You are right, this matter is not that simple. Who killed the mine cultivators, and what ate their bodies, we must find out."

Situ Fang sighed, "If we don't find out, it is estimated that there will be more mine cultivators who will die in such a tragic way..."

Mo Hua said: "Your boss will not agree to your 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 I don't need to be too concerned about him. "" Mo Nod nodded, exaggerated: "Sister Situ is so good!" Then he clamped his chest again: "I can check it!" : "I want to find strict education. Since he is also missing in the mine, it may be related to the cause of the death of mineral repair." In addition, I also want to find out the truth and not let these miners die unknown. "Of course, there is a stagnation. Why is there a breath of evil? Situ Fang thought deeply and nodded, "Okay."

Then she reminded him:

"But you must be careful. This matter is probably very involved. If you see something wrong, run away."

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

"You leave Nanyue City and return to Tongxian City. It is your own territory. You don't have to be afraid of anything."

Mo Hua's eyes flickered. It seems that Situ Fang also vaguely sensed something.

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Okay!"

...

Although he had to investigate, the clues were very limited.

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

He wanted to use his spiritual sense to sense what the deadly aura on the corpse was, and how it was different from the ordinary aura of heaven and earth.

He also wanted to deduce it again to see if he could get more clues to the formation.

After the mine was cleaned up, the bodies of the miners were sealed in Daotingsi.

Mo Hua followed Situ Fang to Daotingsi, but was told that the bodies 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?" The coroner curled his lips, and seeing that there was no one around, he pointed upwards.

Above, that was the head of Nanyue City.

Mo Hua secretly calculated in his heart.

In such a hurry, the corpse was disposed of...

This head seems to have a big problem.

This also shows that these corpses do hide some secrets that cannot be told.

Situ Fang's eyes flickered, and it seems that he had the same idea.

They didn't think of confronting the head, because such a thing was meaningless.

"Go ask the families of those mine cultivators." Mo Hua suggested.

Situ Fang nodded.

These mine cultivators live in houses near the mine.

These houses are very small, dirty, messy, and full of smoke.

The mine cultivators living in them are all unkempt.

It was noon, and many people were eating porridge with black and hard pickles.

The porridge was mixed with flour, but there were few grains of rice.

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

Situ Fang looked reluctant.

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

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

Mo Hua always thought that the casual cultivators in Tongxian City were already miserable enough.

But he didn't expect that the farther he went and the more he saw, the more he could see the bottom of poverty.

It seems that what Elder Yu said is right, "The life of independent cultivators in Tongxian City is very hard, but outside Tongxian City, independent cultivators who are even more miserable than those in Tongxian City are everywhere..."

Mo Hua's eyes were obscure, and he was thinking about something silently.

Situ Fang brought Mo Hua to a dilapidated house.

The door of the house was closed.

Situ Fang asked the neighbors and learned that Dao Tingsi had cremated the body and sent it back, and this family went to bury the dead mine cultivator.

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

It was a mass grave.

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

Some had tombstones with the names of the deceased written on them.

Some just had wooden signs, and the wood had rotted due to wind and sun.

Most of them had no tombstones, and it was unknown who was buried in the tombs and who buried them.

In the mass grave, a new grave was being buried.

When 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 one coffin in front of them.

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

The Dao Tingsi side was mixed together and cremated together.

The families of the mine repairmen could only bury the five people in one coffin.

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

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

"Even if we separate, we can't afford a coffin. This coffin is put together by our four families."

"Isn't it five families?"

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

Situ Fang was speechless.

The woman sighed and said, "We don't blame her. She is an orphan and a widow. If she doesn't remarry, she won't be able to survive." Situ Fang frowned and said, "Didn't the Lu family pay compensation for the spirit stones?" "They paid a hundred, and we only have twenty left. These twenty spirit stones won't last long." Situ Fang's face turned cold, "Who deducted it?" The woman stammered, 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 silent. The desolate cemetery became dead silent again, with only weak sobs coming one after another. After the tomb was built, everyone lit incense. The incense curled and the tomb was lonely. The family of the mine repairer looked sad. The mine repairer had a hard life and didn't know how long he could live. At any time, an accident will happen in the mine, and another grave will be added to this mass grave.

In the end, these graves will be nameless and stand among these desolate hills.

No one asks about them, and no one pays respect to them.

It is just a pile of unknown earth and rocks.

Mo Hua glanced around, feeling inexplicably sad and emotional.

After a moment, Mo Hua was startled.

He looked at these families of monks again and frowned slowly.

He remembered that when the families of these miners made trouble and asked for explanations from the Daoting Division and argued with Situ Fang, they were followed by several big men.

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

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

Where are those big men?

Mo Hua's eyes are slightly cold.

My schedule is a bit messy, and I have to be late. Sorry.