And such a carriage, surprisingly, had lines forming at all entrances from every direction.

Angry voices erupted in harsh tones from the Guardian.

Everyone’s eyes turned blood-red.

"Wei Wo Zheng Sect! Wei Wo Zheng Sect! Damn it truly! Ah ah ah..."

A Deacon angrily punched his own head, letting out a painful moan: "Such inhumane actions...how could they be done? How could one! How dare...!"

The investigation turned up no clues.

Everyone looked to Fang Che.

Fang Che gritted his teeth, placed his hand on his sword hilt, and strode out.

"What are you going to do?"

Zhao Ying’er was shocked.

"I want to dissect the body and see."

Fang Che’s face was cold and stern: "I’m not at ease if we can’t find the cause."

"But... these people are already dead." Zhao Ying’er looked at him anxiously: "Let the forensic doctor come instead."

"Forensic doctors can’t make such observations, let alone as quickly as I can."

Fang Che gave a faint smile: "If there’s guilt, I’ll bear it."

He no longer listened to others’ persuasion and strode out, going to the center of the bodies.

He bowed deeply: "Dear elders and villagers, I apologize. I must find out the cause of your deaths. If I offend the remains in any way, please forgive me."

Under the sunlight.

Fang Che unsheathed his sword with a clang and sliced open the body of the deceased man before him.

He carefully searched for any differences.

All around, a group of Deacons stood solemnly, forming a dense human wall, watching Mr. Fang’s dissection with reverence.

The stomach held no clues, nor did the muscles, thighs, or neck.

Fang Che seemed unaware of the pungent smell of blood.

Without hesitation, he swung his sword, and with a crack, split open the skull.

At the moment he split the deceased’s skull, something seemed to fly out, invisible and shapeless, causing a slight ripple in the air.

Fang Che shouted, channeling his hands with the Infinite Scripture, and grabbed swiftly.

It seemed like he caught something, yet at the same time, he hadn’t.

The caught thing turned into air in his palm the instant he caught it.

Upon looking at the split-open skull again, no blood or brain matter spilled out; it was as if a jelly had been cut open, quivering on both sides but not flowing.

The brain matter seemed... frozen.

"What was it?"

The crowd urgently inquired.

"I don’t know, but it should be a living thing, completely indistinguishable from air. The moment I caught it, it dissolved, as if it wasn’t there at all."

Fang Che frowned, attentively sensing, but truly nothing remained.

He raised his sword, and whack, whack, whack...

Three more corpses’ skulls were split open by him.

Indeed, they were all the same.

At the moment of splitting, the invisible and shapeless thing flew out like air. Fang Che caught one, but it dissolved again, and his Divine Sense locked onto the other two, but after they flew up, they too vanished silently in the air.

It seemed like something, after that thing melted, headed off into the distance, but... it was completely uncapturable.

"Little Jiao!"

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon appeared as if out of thin air.

"Track it, see if you can catch it."

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon nodded vigorously.

Another corpse’s skull was dissected.

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon immediately acted, but after flying tens of yards, it returned in utter disappointment.

"Couldn’t catch it?"

"Damn this..."

Fang Che frowned, thought for a while, and said: "Yun Jianqiu, go to Baiyun Martial Academy and find Teacher Shen Zhixuan. Tell him I need his help. Or the Mountain Master or Lord Meng Hejun will do."

He could only think of these few people with the highest cultivation.

His own Divine Sense couldn’t seal it; he wondered if their Supreme Level Cultivation could lock or sense it?

Yun Jianqiu went as ordered.

The group was all around, everyone’s face utterly grave.

They knew the truth was about to be revealed.

However, this strange method chilled everyone to the core.

Outside, carriages continuously arrived, unloading bodies one by one.

The entire square was becoming more crowded.

Numerous Guardians, tears in their eyes, yearned to weep loudly.

The corpses in the square had already surpassed ten thousand.

As the saying goes: when people exceed ten thousand, there is no end.

But what about more than ten thousand corpses?

The scene of corpses everywhere cast a pall over everyone, made each person feel suffocated.

Before long.

Meng Hejun, Gao Qingyu, Huang Yifan, and Old Man Shen rushed in swiftly.

"Fang Che, have you found the cause?"

"I found it. But I don’t know what it is, so..."

Fang Che immediately explained everything in detail, emphasizing the sensation of something flying out from the head and his attempts to catch it, then said: "Therefore, I need you four teachers to see if you can seal or track it with Divine Sense."

Meng Hejun’s delicate face was filled with gravity.

The four took a deep breath, instantly enhancing their states to the peak: "Let’s begin."

Fang Che nodded: "One or four?"

"Start with one!"

Fang Che bowed to the corpse again: "Please forgive me!"

The sword flashed.

The skull was split open.

The mysterious thing flew out.

The four acted simultaneously, unleashing their Divine Power at full speed.

They all sensed that tiny thing, but it could only be felt for an instant before disappearing.

The four couldn’t track it.

They all frowned.

"Again?"

Fang Che asked.

"Alright."

Though disrespectful to the deceased, it was necessary. This was too significant, with over ten thousand people dying at once—truly a catastrophe!

Yet this work fell to Fang Che.

Others, including the Deacons, Yun Jianqiu of the Hanjian Mountain Sect, and even Hall Master Yuan Jingjiang, were all reluctant.