Yang Muyu said seriously: "In such a situation, the dead are the most problematic, because they know that we will pursue the living, but generally speaking, ordinary people will not pursue whether the dead will resurrect. Ha... Resurrection is a great question." Speaking of this, for some reason, he thought of Yang Tie for no reason.

When he put Yang Tie down from the tree, he thought he was a dead person. He just wanted to let him go, dig a hole and bury him... but in the end, he was not dead.

If he is an ordinary martial artist, that's fine, but this person is actually a ninth-grade martial artist, and a mere iron wire golden gland, how could he trap a ninth-grade martial artist?

"Then... will the other one be dug?" asked the ghost servant.

"No need. Since this old gardener has a problem, there is no need to dig another one. It's so rumbling that it's so quarrel that it's so noisy." Mo Qing said hurriedly.

The ghost servant nodded, covered the empty coffin, and buried it with soil, but Yang Muyu was stunned and said nothing.

"Yu, what's wrong with you?" Mo Qing asked with a frown.

Yang Muyu thought for a while, and finally said, "Dig apart the other one, and I'll see if I'll be worried."

"Yu, don't you?" Mo Qing frowned, "That woman Rong has been in Qingyao City for more than 30 years, over 90 years old, so there will be no problem."

"Yes, it was, but she died too coincidental." Yang Muyu sighed, "My father, I say something very disrespectful, don't care - if my father pretends to be in your Qingyao Palace, can the servants recognize it?"

Mo Qing sighed and nodded, "Ghost servant, dig it for me. If the body is dug out, I will go back and use the family method to serve this kid."

When Yang Muyu heard this, he made a face at him and took his threat at all. The ghost servant helped to start digging graves again with a shovel.

The coffin was dug out soon. This time, without waiting for Yang Muyu to say anything, he opened the coffin directly.

"It smells so smelly!" As soon as the lid of the coffin opened, the ghost servant hurriedly covered his nose and took a few steps back. Yang Muyu and Mo Qing were also busy covering their noses and starting to retreat. Waiting for the corpse gas to dissipate. Yang Muyu then slowly walked to the coffin.

In the very ordinary coffin, a seriously decayed corpse was lying. Mo Qing said with a calm face: "What do you say, boy?"

Yang Muyu covered his nose with his sleeves, and didn't care about the stench. He took a night pearl from the starfish soul. He took a photo in the coffin and said for a while: "This old lady is very smart... After all, she is so hot that she almost made me go from house to house."

"What did you say?" Mo Qing looked at the seriously decayed corpse in the coffin, with rolled maggots in the middle, almost spitting out dinner, and hurriedly retreated far away, "Come here, stop looking at it, such a dirty thing."

But Yang Muyu looked like a magic trick, and took out a pair of deerskin gloves from the Starfish Soul. He put them in his hand and threw the Night Pearl to the ghost servant and said, "Take it for me, I have to take a closer look."

As he said, he had already jumped over. Mo Qing had no choice but to come over.

"My father, you can see clearly!" Yang Muyu took out the medicine shovel he used to use, dug the carrion on the chest of the corpse, pointed to the three broken ribs in it and said, "That old lady Rong couldn't have broken three ribs, right? If she had forgotten three ribs and hadn't been connected, she would have been paralyzed and died long ago. How could she live to ninety years? Of course, she wouldn't have had anyone to have a grudge against him after her death, and would she smash her three ribs?"

Mo Qing used Ye Mingzhu's light to press down the acid liquid that was churning from the stomach. From his perspective, the broken ribs should have been interrupted by heavy methods. With such a heavy palm, the heart veins and internal organs would be broken as quickly as possible, and there was absolutely no escape. In this way, Old Woman Rong did not die of old age, but was killed.

However, according to Qingyao City, the Ministry of Personnel, Rong was over 90 years old and naturally died of old age. In this way, the person in this coffin was of course not Rong.

"Are you looking at this hair - it looks like the hair of a 90-year-old man?" Yang Muyu said, while a small medicine shovel lifted up a bunch of hair and sneered, "This man is so smart. He actually knows to kill someone and put it in a coffin. However, from this hair, he should be a woman, about 40 years old, and he definitely wouldn't be a 90-year-old woman." Human hair seems weak, but this weak hair is as difficult as bones, and it is still well preserved.

Yang Muyu is proficient in star medicine, so it is definitely not difficult to distinguish a person's age from his hair. In fact, if it weren't for the problem with his hair, he wouldn't have discovered that the person in the coffin was not Rong's wife.

"Bastard, come out of the coffin!" Mo Qing said with a blue face. Only then did he notice that Yang Muyu had jumped into the coffin for convenience.

Seeing that he looked bad, Yang Muyu was busy not saying anything else, so he crawled out of the coffin and stuck out his tongue at the ghost servant. The ghost servant shook his head and asked, "Did you buried it?"

"Will you bury it if you don't bury it?" Mo Qing cursed.

The ghost servant was so scared that he didn't dare to say much, so he hurriedly covered the coffin lid and filled the soil and buried it. Mo Qing stared at Yang Muyu and said angrily: "You... Yang Chen hasn't taught you a taboo all these years?"

Yang Muyu just looked at him innocently, taboo... What are the taboos? He did everything when he was a child, stealing and begging. For several months, Yang Chen built a straw shed near a mass grave for a while, and he secretly ran to steal the offerings of other people's occasional sacrifices. He read books while pillowing on the grave during the day, and fell asleep with ghost fire at night. He has grown so old...

"He himself doesn't know what taboos he will teach me?" Yang Muyu said weakly. This was the first time he was angry when he saw Mo Qing. Couldn't he really serve the family law, right?

"Go back and wash it clean. Also, what was the shovel you just made of?" Mo Qing even felt numb in his scalp. Could it be a professional tomb robbery tool?

Yang Muyu lowered his head: "Health collects herbs!"

"Give it to me!" Mo Qing said angrily.

Yang Muyu was stunned, no, how serious? After a while, he said, "My father... If I told you that when I was a child, I had stolen offerings from other people's graves, you wouldn't have even lost me, right?"

Mo Qing had a blue face and didn't look at it. She rolled her long sleeves and pulled Yang Muyu to fly towards Qingyao City. The ghost servant hurriedly covered the earthen grave and hurriedly followed.

Yang Muyu began to regret it. He would have known that he would not have been to dig a grave together. When he returned to Yuehua Palace, he soaked in the bathhouse for more than half an hour, changed into clean clothes, honestly threw all the clothes, medicine shovels, and deer-skin gloves he had just worn to Li San, and told him to burn them. Then he came in and said with a bitter face: "At worst, don't dig anymore, don't you have to be calm, right?"

But he said in his heart: "Next time I encounter this, I won't tell you that I'll just dig it secretly without hiding it... Otherwise, how would I know that those two people have problems?"

However, Yang Muyu couldn't understand why Mo Qing was so disgusted with digging graves?

"Stand!" Mo Qing said with a calm face.

"Yes!" Yang Muyu stood up properly and did not dare to move around.

"You just said, you - you even stole the offerings from someone to visit the grave. Is it true or false? Yang Chen knows?" Mo Qing asked.

"Probably, maybe, I should know!" Yang Muyu said with a sad face.

"Why? Why do you want to steal other people's offerings?" Mo Qing asked again, "Don't you know a taboo? You are also a person who studies poisons. Don't you know how powerful and difficult the corpse poison is?"

"That little corpse poison cannot hurt me!" Yang Muyu said hurriedly.

"So, you dare to jump into the coffin and do whatever you want?" Mo Qing said angrily.

Yang Muyu shrank his head and finally honestly explained: "When I was a child, I studied corpse poisons, and there were no less than thirty corpses that were turned over."

With a "bang!", a gold-painted fruit plate was smashed to pieces. It seemed that smashing things was a fine tradition of the Mohist school, and everyone smashed them very neatly.

"You don't really want family law to serve you, do you?" Yang Muyu said with a wry smile.

"I won't hit you, do you think Yang Chen knows?" Mo Qing asked.

Yang Muyu thought to himself, "Isn't this nonsense? How could he not know?" So he nodded.

"When he comes back, I will let him get the family law." Mo Qing said, and then looked at Yang Muyu and sighed, "Come here and sit down next to me."

Yang Muyu hurriedly smiled and said, "Aren't you angry?"

"What's so angry about you?" Mo Qing asked with his head raised.

"It's hard to say. If you really beat me up with a face, I can't do anything." Yang Muyu said with a wry smile.

"Yu, promise me that you will not do this in the future. Today... If you hadn't thought that you had suffered a lot with Yang Chen over the years, I would have to beat you up. Do you know that you have violated my bottom line?" Mo Qing pulled Yang Muyu and sat down beside him, sighing, "What a good child, what's the problem? Go and dig someone's grave?"

But Yang Muyu still couldn't figure it out. Didn't he just dig someone's old grave? What's the big deal? He killed all living people, but he still cared about dead people?

Mo Qing looked at his disapproving look and frowned: "I have a cleanliness, so I can't allow my children - no, it's all the Mo family members who are infected with decayed corpses and other dirty things. I tell you, I'm afraid of ghosts and snakes. The most taboo thing in normal times is this kind of thing."

Yang Muyu's heart moved and suddenly thought of a possibility... Mo Qing hated corpses, but corpse poison was the most poisonous. Could the poison in Old Master Mo be the corpse poison?
Chapter completed!