Even though his inner thoughts were exposed, Zhang San did not feel embarrassed. After all, playing games alone is always a little lonely. Now that he has someone to play with, it can be considered a blessing.

Gu Xuanyan is not like this loquat tree. If nothing unexpected happens, she can still play with me for a long time!

As if he had thought of something interesting, Zhang San continued to put on a cynical face and followed the crowd closely. However, before he could take two more steps, a chilling and biting breath filled the transparent world.

It's really boring!

From the moment he saw the loquat tree, Zhang San knew there was something wrong with it. After all, this was not Qiongzhou Prefecture, and the alternation of seasons was still very obvious.

It's just spring time and you've grown into this. If you don't notice it, you deserve it.

After falling out with the county magistrate, Zhang San originally planned to use it to set up a trap. However, before he could finish setting up the trap, the loquat tree couldn't help itself. It's really hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words!

“clang~”

The familiar sound of swords being drawn rang in everyone's ears again, but when they looked back, there was no movement around except for the courtyard with broken branches and the tree trunk pierced by the lightning sword.

If everyone had not seen the lush branches and leaves of the loquat tree before, they would not even notice any difference.

No, if you look closely, it's a little different.

Zhao Zhen seemed to have seen something incredible. His pupils dilated instantly and even his breathing became heavier. Without waiting for his brain to react, the battle-hardened man had already drawn the goose-feather knife from his waist.

"Everyone be on alert, protect the young lady, the Thunder Blade's blood groove is bleeding!"

"No way, how can a tree bleed? It can't be sap..."

"The sap of your loquat tree is red? And it has a fishy smell?"

Not all the guards in the courtyard are retired soldiers. There are elites like Zhao Zhen, but naturally there are also those who fill in the numbers for money.

But just when they had some doubts, Gu Xuanyan taught them a lesson with strong evidence.

"My lord, are you okay?"

After the incident at the City God Temple, Zhao Zhen had become Zhang San's confidant. When he encountered a ghost disaster, he rushed to Zhang San's side without even Gu Xuanyan's reminder.

Zhang San has always admired such heroic and passionate men. He patted Zhao Zhen on the shoulder and signaled him not to be nervous.

"It seems that your work pressure has increased again. Arrange someone to clean up the yard here..."

When he said this, Zhang San, who was originally walking forward, seemed to remember something and suddenly stopped.

“…I almost forgot. After you clean up the yard, dig out the tree roots for me. I want to make root carvings. Remember, don’t touch the knife!”

Zhang San's words seemed like he belonged to him, still as light as ever. It was a pity that as an elite soldier in the army, how could Zhao Zhen not feel the chill underneath that lightness?

Sometimes he would wonder how many people he had to kill to develop such a pure murderous intent. Zhao Zhen had a vague number in his mind, but just thinking about it was enough to make people shudder.

Fortunately, I am on the Lord's side. If I were his enemy, I would be worried every day! Although Zhao Zhen's thoughts were complicated and lengthy, his hands were not slow. After receiving Zhang San's order, a huge earth pit appeared in the yard in less than half an hour.

Except for the thunder sword that is still as bright as snow, the loquat tree that was once lush and leafy has long become history.

But just when everyone was about to continue digging, the appearance of something special interrupted their progress.

"Dongdongdong~"

"Sir, something happened!"

…

Different from the scientific research attitude of modern people, the ancients mostly viewed the dead with taboos, especially when facing skeletons.

In order to let Yaya have a good dream, Uncle Fu next to her had already blindfolded her the moment she saw the skeleton.

Even though Gu Xuanyan was a person with a strong character, she took a long time to calm down before stepping forward. If it weren't for her unyielding character supporting her, Gu Xuanyan would never have watched such things.

After forcing herself to look away from the skeleton, Gu Xuanyan spoke despite the strong discomfort.

"Why is there something like this under the tree?"

"Who knows?"

If it were in the past, if Gu Xuanyan heard such perfunctory words, she would definitely retort, but now, in order to make her stomach feel better, she could only force herself to endure it.

However, just when she was about to divert her attention, what Zhang San wrote on the ground appeared in front of her. If she was not mistaken, it should be Arabic numerals that came from the Western Regions.

My husband is really knowledgeable and talented!

(Note: Arabic numerals were introduced in the 13th and 14th centuries, but were not adopted because of the existence of “counting sticks”)

"What are you calculating? I took a quick look and it doesn't seem to be the way to calculate Arabic numerals!"

After fiddling with the femur in his hand, Zhang San didn't keep anyone in suspense and spoke frankly.

"This is not a simple calculation method, but a regression equation that is derived from data integration. With its support, even if it is just a femur, the height of the victim can be inferred.

Take this femur for example. The deceased was about 175cm tall, which, according to Dajin standards, should be about 5 feet 6 inches tall!"

(Note: One foot in the Ming Dynasty = 31.1 cm)

Even though Gu Xuanyan was well-read, after hearing Zhang San's novel words, her inner curiosity was aroused.

After comparing the length of the femur with the position of her own femur, Gu Xuanyan also agreed with Zhang San's inference.

"Judging from his height, the victim should be a man from a wealthy family who also practices martial arts. Otherwise, he would not be this tall!"

[Gu Xuanyan: Fortunately, he is a man, otherwise where would I put my face? ]

"You don't have to underestimate yourself. Under today's nutritional conditions, it's already pretty good to be able to grow to your height (168cm). What's more important is that the other person doesn't have to be a man!"

"What do you mean by belittling yourself? I was just worried that you were under a lot of pressure. Besides, I clearly saw the pelvis before. According to Song Ci's "Xi Yuan Ji Lu", it is a typical male pelvis. How can you say it is not certain?"

"The number is wrong..."

Although Zhang San had extremely complete forensic knowledge in his mind, he was unable to make a more accurate judgment due to the equipment. Apart from being able to prove that there was more than one corpse here, he could not produce more powerful evidence.

Just when Zhang San was speechless, Zhao Zhen in the distance made a different discovery.