Now is not the time to act rashly, Feng Yuheng never makes things proud. Now that she has just come to this place, she doesn't know anything except the intermittent memories of the original owner. In addition to her 12-year-old figure and thin arms and legs, she is not so stupid that she fights with two prepared adults.

As soon as he hid, the couple held a torch and touched the funeral pit. Feng Yuheng stared at him for a while and confirmed the other party's identity. It was Wang Shugen and his wife, Xu.

After the two of them searched around and found no gains, Xu became anxious: "No! It's obviously thrown in this place, where are the people?"

Wang Shugen stomped his feet: "It's not that he ran away, right?"

"Impossible! The amount of the medicine is enough for her to sleep for two days and two nights, how could she wake up that night!"

Wang Shugen was furious: "Then where did you think the person went?"

Xu also looked anxious: "What's the use of yelling at me? After the person was knocked out, we put the medicine on her together. You are watching yourself, why are you just lazy me alone!"

Wang Shugen was speechless, and he lowered his head in a depressed manner and pulled the body unwillingly. Xu also continued to search.

Feng Yuheng contacted the original owner's memory and finally figured out this matter.

It turns out that the couple knocked the original owner out of the way and then put it in the mass grave, and then took it out and took it out to the state capital to sell it for money?

Feng Yuheng subconsciously touched his cheek. In this way, the original owner looked pretty good?

He reached out and pulled a handful of gravel on the ground. Feng Yuheng picked up the corners of his lips and smiled evilly. Suddenly, his fingers bounced, and a stone flew over Xu's head.

I heard the woman screaming "ah", followed by a sentence: "Who? Who hit me?"

Wang Shugen stopped and looked back at her: "Who is there?"

"Yes! Someone just slapped me in the head."

As he was talking, another stone flew over, and this time the target was Wang Shugen's eyebrows.

"Ah!" the man also shouted, but before he could finish calling, a series of pain came from all over his body.

The two of them were frightened. The torch in their hands had already fallen to the ground, ignited the body, and soon started burning.

"Go away!" Finally, Wang Shugen was still a little rational, and he pulled Xu, who was sitting on the ground, and crawled out of the pit.

Unfortunately, after finally climbing up, her legs suddenly hurt and rolled down. Xu's fat body rolled in the pit like a ball, stained with flames, and soon burned her clothes.

Wang Shugen was not very well-behaved. His clothes were burned to pieces, blood was seen on his legs, and a large piece of meat was burned off his left face.

Feng Yuheng threw out the last stone, patted the ashes on his hands, and stopped paying attention to the two people who were already struggling to climb out of the pit.

On the first day of the trip, it is better not to cause any casualties. It is unlucky.

Seeing the two people running away, the fire in the mass grave was still burning. Feng Yuheng folded his hands together and bowed to the place, "Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, it is better to burn it than to throw away corpses in the wilderness."

"Hmph." Suddenly, a light hum came from not far behind her. Feng Yuheng was so shocked that her hair stood up. It was not that she was afraid, but that the mantis was stalking the cicada oriole behind her, but she didn't notice it.

I think she was a master of Chinese and Western medicine in the 21st century. She had been scrambling to the military camp with her grandfather at the age of 12 and trained with the troops. She had never retreated in the wind and rain. She had already developed several times more sensitive than ordinary people and had a strong skill. She was on the operating table at the age of 18 and was already a senior medical officer of the Marine Force at the age of 25. If she had not died at the age of 28, she would have achieved even greater success.

Unwilling to think about the past, Feng Yuheng turned around and looked at the direction where the sound came.

A man, or only a young man, is about 20 years old, with a dark purple brocade robe, long hair tied up, his face is as sharp as a knife, his eyes are shining at the cold stars, and his eyes are as sharp as a prey falcon. A purple lotus pattern the size of a small fingernail on the eyebrows adds a bit of weirdness to this originally handsome face.

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Chapter completed!