"OK."

Gu Changhuai found a slightly cleaner place, took out a picture from his storage bag, spread it on the ground, and said to the ink painting:

"This is the architectural plan of the Xie family's mansion..."

The map shows the terrain, architecture, and formations used in the Xie family's mansion, etc...

This kind of picture is very familiar with ink painting.

Little by little, he began to rummage through the architectural drawings...

In the scene of the sea of ​​​​fire that just emerged, after the fire Buddha killed the people, he gathered the bodies of the Xie family monks together.

The key scene after that was shrouded in a sea of ​​fire, which obscured the cause and effect and could not be seen in the ink painting.

But although he couldn't see the secret hidden under the fire, he didn't know what the Fire Buddha did after killing people in the fire.

But he vaguely remembered the nearby scenes.

These scenes are obviously within the Xie family.

But he just walked around and didn't find anything similar to what he remembered.

"There must be a place that I have overlooked..."

Drawing ink in my mind, I recalled the scene in the sea of ​​fire over and over again, and then compared it with the Xie family's map to find similar places.

Finally, Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

On the architectural diagram, there is a hidden attic in the corner of Xie's backyard. There is a relatively open space in front of the attic, with side rooms and pots and tripods for planting flowers around it.

The entire layout and furnishings are very consistent with the scene in my memory.

Mo Hua stretched out his hand and pointed to the attic courtyard on the map, "Uncle Gu, let's go here and have a look."

Gu Changhuai glanced at Mo Hua in surprise and nodded slightly.

Then the two of them followed the diagram and followed the unrecognizable road, stepping on ashes all the way, to the attic.

The surroundings of the attic collapsed, and the burned wooden beam walls fell down, blocking the road.

So Mo Hua had not discovered it before.

Gu Changhuai took out a paper fan, waved it casually, and a surge of spiritual power swept away, clearing the way.

Mo Hua continued walking inside and walked to the courtyard in front of the attic.

This place is located in a corner, quiet and hidden.

The attic was also burned down, but the fire seemed to be stronger here and there was less building debris left.

The courtyard was deserted, and it was still charred and black, just like other places.

The two searched and found no clues.

Gu Changhuai looked back at the ink painting.

Mo Hua frowned and pondered for a long time.

"There are no traces..."

"It shouldn't be..."

Mo Hua let go of his consciousness, and there was also nothingness in the white space. There was only the fire spiritual power remaining in the ruins, and there was nothing special about it.

"No?"

Mo Hua frowned even more tightly. Suddenly he was stunned and couldn't help but sniff his nose.

"Uncle Gu, do you smell anything?"

"Taste?" Gu Changhuai also sniffed lightly, frowned and said, "Smells burnt?"

"no……"

Mo Hua said, then he sniffed again and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Very light..."

"It's refreshing, but has a bit of an odor. It seems a little sticky and very moist..."

Gu Changhuai on the side was speechless and frowned:

"Are you sure you're talking about the smell you smell with your nose, not the taste you taste in your mouth?"

"The...taste hidden in your mouth?"

Mo Hua was stunned and suddenly startled.

He remembered!

This is……

The taste of golden bone marrow?!

The ram's horn enshrines...the essence of divine thoughts!

This is... the breath of the evil god?!

Mo Hua perked up, turned up his nose, sniffed again, and then followed the "smell" of spiritual thoughts to find a corner of the courtyard.

Mo Hua sniffed again, then turned over it, and unearthed a pile of blackened residue from the corner.

Gu Changhuai stepped forward and looked at it, smelled it, and even looked at it with his spiritual consciousness. In the end, he looked a little disappointed:

"Ordinary scraps, nothing special."

"I just don't know what made it burnt..."

Mo Hua shook his head, with a solemn look on his face, "This is not ordinary!"

He was up there and smelled the smell of "evil god".

But he didn't know what this black residue was.

He couldn't tell the difference either.

But these things are definitely extraordinary.

This is the truth covered by the fire, the remains left behind by some unknown existence after covering up the cause and effect.

It's very possible that there are amazing secrets hidden inside.

Gu Changhuai couldn't help but pay attention when he saw the ink painting, which had always been innocent and cunning eyes, showing a very rare solemn expression.

He took out a storage bag, divided the residue into two parts, and sealed them carefully.

"I'll take it back and ask the Daotingsi in charge of the inspection to find out what kind of residue these residues are..."

Is it a spiritual weapon, spiritual object, elixir, or...

Human flesh and blood.

Mo Hua nodded and asked again: "If it is found out..."

Gu Changhuai sighed, "I've found it out, I'll tell you."

"Um."

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the Xie family who had been burned and exterminated.

The whole family was slaughtered, the corpses were destroyed and no traces were left.

Causal concealment.

Traces of evil.

besides……

The aura of the evil god on the dark residue...

Mo Hua frowned.

He originally thought that this was just an inhumane evil act committed by a group of sinners led by the Fire Buddha.

But now it seems that the water inside may be very deep...

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