At Hou Xuan's back waist position, Zhao Yiran felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power.

And based on the shape, Zhao Yiran discovered that it was a pistol.

Pistol? Spiritual power fluctuations?

Zhao Yiran pondered in his heart.

Such discoveries deeply aroused Zhao Yiran's curiosity.

"Brother Xiaoran, what do you think about this?"

Hou Xuan turned around and asked at Zhao Yiran.

As Hou Xuan turned around, Zhao Yiran took his gaze back. When he heard Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran smiled and said, "It's obvious that these people must not have been drowned!"

Just now, when passing by the corpse covered with white cloth, Zhao Yiran found traces like dead trees found on the corpse that was faintly exposed outside the white cloth.

That was an arm.

But it looks more like a dead branch the size of an arm.

According to common sense, the corpses salvaged in the water should be swollen, but the reality is exactly the opposite.

The breath that Xiao Ling smelled from the corpse just now told Zhao Yiran that among these more than thirty corpses, there were familiar mysterious auras.

It was the mysterious aura emitted by the thing possessed by Peng Hua.

This is not the first time Zhao Yiran has come into contact with this aura.

When Zhao Yiran discovered the body, Hou Xuan obviously saw the naked arm outside the white cloth just now.

At this time, Hou Xuan frowned and stared at Zhao Yiran. When he heard Zhao Yiran's words, Hou Xuan nodded heavily: "Brother Xiaoran, I feel that there is a smell on these corpses, which is similar to the smell on Weiya's corpses!"

"oh?"

Hearing Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran raised his eyebrows: "Taste? Tell me!"

"A strange smell is...it's...it can't be described!

Actually, it’s better to say it’s the same strange feeling than to say it’s the taste. This feeling makes me feel a little uncomfortable!”

Hou Xuan pondered for a while.

As Hou Xuan frowned while talking, Zhao Yiran found a layer of evil spirit gently emitting on Hou Xuan's body.

Loomingly, this evil aura and the mysterious aura present in the corpse produced this subtle reaction.

This reaction was very weak. If Zhao Yiran hadn't been close to Hou Xuan, he would have probably not been able to find it.

Zhao Yiran knew that what Hou Xuan said was a strange feeling, which was the result of the conflict between evil spirits and mysterious auras.

At this age, he has the evil aura formed by killing, and the pistol with spiritual power fluctuations on his waist!

For a moment, Zhao Yiran guessed what the little monkey had experienced over the years!

"You say that, the murderer who killed these people is Peng Hua?"

Zhao Yiran looked at Hou Xuan and asked.

"It's almost the same as you!

Or, it’s not Peng Hua himself, but Peng Hua’s body!”

After Hou Xuan was silent for a few breaths, she focused her eyes on the water and murmured.

At the same time, Hou Xuan involuntarily touched the pistol at the back.

As soon as Hou Xuan said this, Zhao Yiran's pupils shrank: "What are you talking about, are you possessed in the movie?"

"Maybe, but no matter what it is, it will eventually be eliminated!"

Putting the pistol in his hand and gently caressed it, Hou Xuan said firmly.

However, just as the two were talking, Zhao Yiran's pores suddenly tightened, and a chill came, rushing to the top of his head.

Xiao Ling on the side seemed to have noticed it, and her whole body stagnated and rushed straight towards the body covered by the white cloth!

At Hou Xuan's back waist position, Zhao Yiran felt a faint fluctuation of spiritual power.

And based on the shape, Zhao Yiran discovered that it was a pistol.

Pistol? Spiritual power fluctuations?

Zhao Yiran pondered in his heart.

Such discoveries deeply aroused Zhao Yiran's curiosity.

"Brother Xiaoran, what do you think about this?"

Hou Xuan turned around and asked at Zhao Yiran.

As Hou Xuan turned around, Zhao Yiran took his gaze back. When he heard Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran smiled and said, "It's obvious that these people must not have been drowned!"

Just now, when passing by the corpse covered with white cloth, Zhao Yiran found traces like dead trees found on the corpse that was faintly exposed outside the white cloth.

That was an arm.

But it looks more like a dead branch the size of an arm.

According to common sense, the corpses salvaged in the water should be swollen, but the reality is exactly the opposite.

The breath that Xiao Ling smelled from the corpse just now told Zhao Yiran that among these more than thirty corpses, there were familiar mysterious auras.

It was the mysterious aura emitted by the thing possessed by Peng Hua.

This is not the first time Zhao Yiran has come into contact with this aura.

When Zhao Yiran discovered the body, Hou Xuan obviously saw the naked arm outside the white cloth just now.

At this time, Hou Xuan frowned and stared at Zhao Yiran. When he heard Zhao Yiran's words, Hou Xuan nodded heavily: "Brother Xiaoran, I feel that there is a smell on these corpses, which is similar to the smell on Weiya's corpses!"

"oh?"

Hearing Hou Xuan's words, Zhao Yiran raised his eyebrows: "Taste? Tell me!"

"A strange smell is...it's...it can't be described!

Actually, it’s better to say it’s the same strange feeling than to say it’s the taste. This feeling makes me feel a little uncomfortable!”

Hou Xuan pondered for a while.

As Hou Xuan frowned while talking, Zhao Yiran found a layer of evil spirit gently emitting on Hou Xuan's body.

Loomingly, this evil aura and the mysterious aura present in the corpse produced this subtle reaction.

This reaction was very weak. If Zhao Yiran hadn't been close to Hou Xuan, he would have probably not been able to find it.

Zhao Yiran knew that what Hou Xuan said was a strange feeling, which was the result of the conflict between evil spirits and mysterious auras.

At this age, he has the evil aura formed by killing, and the pistol with spiritual power fluctuations on his waist!

For a moment, Zhao Yiran guessed what the little monkey had experienced over the years!

"You say that, the murderer who killed these people is Peng Hua?"

Zhao Yiran looked at Hou Xuan and asked.

"It's almost the same as you!

Or, it’s not Peng Hua himself, but Peng Hua’s body!”

After Hou Xuan was silent for a few breaths, she focused her eyes on the water and murmured.

At the same time, Hou Xuan involuntarily touched the pistol at the back.

As soon as Hou Xuan said this, Zhao Yiran's pupils shrank: "What are you talking about, are you possessed in the movie?"

"Maybe, but no matter what it is, it will eventually be eliminated!"

Putting the pistol in his hand and gently caressed it, Hou Xuan said firmly.

However, just as the two were talking, Zhao Yiran's pores suddenly tightened, and a chill came, rushing to the top of his head.

Xiao Ling on the side seemed to have noticed it, and her whole body stagnated and rushed straight towards the body covered by the white cloth!
Chapter completed!