Ye Yang saw me smirking and couldn't help but send a telepathic message: "Plotting against the Ancestral Master again, aren't you?"

"Ahem!" I coughed twice. "What are you talking about? Hey, City God, right? Come over here, let's chat."

The City God stood respectfully before me, saying, "Esteemed Sir, whatever your orders, this humble official will do his best."

I said in a deep voice, "I want a copy of the information you gave Wang Peng."

With a wave of the City God's hand, someone brought back the files. I glanced through them and asked, "Where did you get the genealogy of that family? Do they still have descendants?"

I had seen that family's genealogy before, and it stopped being updated in the early years of the People's Republic.

A family will only stop updating their genealogy if it's lost, or if there are no descendants left.

At that time, I was curious about where Wang Peng had obtained that family's genealogy.

The City God said, "This humble official doesn't know where Wang Peng got the genealogy, but that family truly has no descendants left."

I nodded slightly. "You should know who transported the coffins from the Nine Graves Gully back then, right?"

The City God shook his head. "I don't know about that. There were some problems when I took over from the previous City God. By the time I got there, the matter of the Nine Graves Gully had already been resolved. This humble official only vaguely knows some things about what happened back then; I truly know nothing else."

I looked him up and down. "So I've asked you for nothing!"

The City God shuddered in fright. "Sir, please don't say that. I am sincerely cooperating with you, but I really don't know anything!"

I looked at him with a half-smile. "You should know why you were late taking over from the previous City God, right?"

"This..." The City God stammered, "This... it's really not convenient to say. I can only say that it was because of some dirty dealings in officialdom that I was delayed."

I stared at him for a long time before asking again, "Before and after you took over as City God, besides that Rong Xuan, who else married nine wives?"

The City God thought for a moment. "There really wasn't anyone else."

I immediately waved my hand. "You can leave!"

The City God didn't react for a moment. "You're letting me go just like that?"

I sneered, "If you want to stay, you can follow me. Dare you?"

The other party quickly bowed and disappeared without a trace with his subordinates.

Only after Lin Zhao and the others left did they ask me, "What should we do now?"

"Let's go back first!" I said on the way back. "We seem to have made a mistake."

"We've been tracking the Nine Corpses, but we haven't figured out which nine corpses we're tracking."

"That Rong Xuan rose to prominence in the late Qing Dynasty. Yizhenfeng dug up Hat Mountain during troubled times, and Xue Li Hong buried the corpses even later. There's nearly a century between them. The corpses that were taken out of the Nine Graves Gully the third time were probably no longer the nine wives of that Rong Xuan."

Lin Zhao said, "That shouldn't be, right? Once corpses enter the state of zombification and immortality, they can be preserved for hundreds, even thousands of years. There's no need to replace the corpses, right?"

I waved my hand. "You'd say that because you haven't heard about the incident in Zao Mu Village."

"After the female corpse in Zao Mu Village was sent back, she started killing people for revenge. But the villagers were all saying, 'Meizi is back,' and eventually hanged themselves in apology. This shows that they should at least know the cause of Meizi's death."

"If Meizi was a person from the late Qing Dynasty, would those villagers have reacted so quickly? From this point, I think Xue Li Hong must have killed nine more people before entering Erlin Town."

Lin Zhao said, "What you said makes sense! But the key now isn't who killed people back then, but how we can find the corpses."

I narrowed my eyes. "Perhaps, there's someone who can tell us. Let's go back to the hotel first."

When we rushed back to the hotel, Xie Sanbao, who should have been lying on the bed, was gone.

Lin Zhao was immediately dumbfounded. "I clearly already..."

I reached out and pressed on the bed. "The secret technique you left to protect Xie Sanbao worked. Xie Sanbao left on his own."

Lin Zhao seemed to have thought of something. He walked a few steps to the TV and pulled out a camera from behind it. "After you left, I secretly installed a camera to prevent Xie Sanbao from pretending that he hadn't recovered his memory."

"Let me see what he did!"

After Lin Zhao left, a woman in a wedding dress clearly appeared in the recording. After she appeared, she didn't immediately touch Xie Sanbao on the bed, but stood by the bed quietly looking at his face.

Her body was riddled with holes that Lin Zhao had pierced through and hadn't yet healed.

Xie Sanbao didn't know that there was a woman covered in holes standing next to him until the woman put her hand on Xie Sanbao's face, and he suddenly woke up.

The moment Xie Sanbao opened his eyes, a puff of white smoke suddenly came out of his nose—that was the medicinal powder that Lin Zhao had deliberately blown into Xie Sanbao's nose. As long as he woke up, the powder would naturally float out of his body.