The calm and heavy "good morals carry things" slightly nodded towards Zhang Yuanqing, and then said:

"It will take a while for the fog to dissipate, but it can no longer confuse us. Let's go out first. It's time to report the investigation results to the branch."

Jiang Jingwei on the side muttered dissatisfiedly: "The hateful Yuanshi Tianzun stole my limelight, obviously I have also made great contributions."

But no one cared about the complaints of a 1.5-meter-tall junior high school student.

Guan Ya squatted next to the bronze man, and through the gap pierced by the crouching pestle, he saw that the inside was scorched black, emitting a rancid, scorched smell, which was extremely unpleasant.

Yuan Shi's guess was correct, this is a puppet refined by the Mist Lord.

According to the evaluation of the Bronze Man's combat power, this Mist Lord was definitely at the level of a general during his lifetime.

The immortal sect that turned him into a puppet is very powerful, and there is definitely a master-level figure sitting in it, and the "demon" in the ancient tomb was sealed, not killed.

Since it was sealed, it meant that even the powerful Xianmen back then couldn't kill the demon.

What kind of terrifying existence should that person be?

She told everyone what she thought.

Zhang Yuanqing pondered and said:

"The methods of the ancient practitioners may not be the same as ours. I can't guess what the specific situation is now. Let the elders be notified, and let's go to the ancient tomb to explore together."

Everyone left the museum immediately and walked out of the fog.

On the way, Zhang Yuanqing approached Guan Ya and whispered:

"Did Fu Qingyang give you that sword? Or did you borrow it?"

Guan Ya said: "After being promoted to a saint, the broken gun is useless. I returned it to the family. I didn't want to take their things, so as not to yell for me to marry again. Seeing that I lacked a handy weapon, Fu Qingyang took it The ancient sword was given to me."

It's good to have a cousin who convinces others with virtue. Zhang Yuanqing held his soft little hand and said with a smile: "I still like the way you play with a gun, although your cheap posture is also very charming."

Guan Ya glanced at him, hummed and said:

"The gun I played with was too long and too thick. I was afraid that you would feel inferior, so I changed the sword."

If it was in the office, Zhang Yuanqing would grab her little hand and stuff it into his crotch, letting her feel the majesty of the Zhang family's ancestral gun.

A group of people walked out of the fog and saw Little Green Tea jumping happily towards them.

"Brother Yuanshi, you're out!"

Seeing this, the queen in the car quickly posted on the forum:

#???????has been resolved, Yuanshi Tianzun led the team out#

Put down the phone, open the car door, and hurried up.

Xia Shuzhilian looked at the subordinates who stayed outside, and said in a deep voice:

"Deacon Yunmeng and the team she led sacrificed. The team that entered the dense fog last night has not been found yet. The bronze sculpture has been taken care of and there will be no more danger. You quickly organize people to find the lost colleagues and contact the Public Security Bureau. Let them prepare to send troops to deal with the aftermath."

She arranged the follow-up actions in an orderly manner. After the end, she looked at the three saints from the Songhai branch and said:

"Go back to the hotel meeting room first, and wait for the elder there." JrNovels.com