However, Qiao Ciguang was firm in his attitude and replied in a voice transmission: If you don’t try it yourself, how can you know whether it is true or false?Don’t worry, before I travel, my master and all my uncles gave me the means to prevent demons and ghosts.
Even if something happens, you will be sure to escape unstoppable.
Shi Wanli frowned, but after thinking about it carefully, more than a day has passed, and Su Zhentian's high-level monk must have arrived at the Wanpisnus snake sea.
Senior Sister Qiao's trip seems dangerous, but there will definitely be protection for the high-level monks of Su Zhentian in secret, so no problem should be made.
So, I didn't persuade me much.
The kindness of the fairy is unforgettable.The village chief came to his senses and immediately responded.
As he said that, he took out the bamboo tube and opened it, he signaled Qiao Ciguang to choose one of the bamboo sticks that seemed to be the same as the others.
Qiao Ciguang did not hesitate and immediately drew the tag.
The moment she pulled out the tag, a cold feeling quickly lingered all over her body, as if it was a mark.
Qiao Ciguang suddenly felt that although this mark had not yet occurred, the time would immediately take her life away.
According to previous experience, you have an hour to explain your funeral.The village chief said, after an hour, you must return to your residence.
In addition, the funeral will be held tomorrow. At that time, you need to dress up your body and change your clothes.
But the mourning woman is dead and there are no similar people in the village. The fairy must solve the problem of washing and crying.
Qiao Ciguang hesitated for a moment and agreed.
Through today's funeral, she already knew that as long as she did not violate the fixed rules, there would be no accident.
Since that's the case, then leave it to your four junior sisters.
********************
Another day passed in a blink of an eye.
Kuwamura.
Every household is decorated with lanterns, human skin lanterns are hung on the branches, corpses are shining with oil candles, and corpses are filled with corpses, resentment and hatred.
However, the joy in the village became even stronger.
Villagers once again gathered at the village chief’s house.
Amid the sound of silk and bamboo, children ran and played, and everyone chatted. At the time of liveliness, eight beautiful female cultivators came together.
These eight female cultivators were dressed in all kinds of charm, with ribbons dancing, rings and bells. As their eyes were flowing, many male villagers were blinded.
But they were arrogant and arrogant, and they didn't even look at everyone, so they walked through the crowd and took their seats.
Looking at this scene, the village chief standing in the corner nodded slightly. The eight people around the young master will be fine.
So he turned around and walked backwards.
A moment later, the village chief appeared outside his only son's house. After opening the door, he saw his son staying motionless, with no breath, but nothing but empty shell. His expression was dull, without any surprise or grief.
After all, this is just a storage tool for fighting for fate.
He didn't care much about his only son, the village chief quickly walked to the coffin and stroked his body with his hands, his expression changing.
Young Master, it's in this coffin!
These curse slaves, guarding the inheritance left by the curse, are imprisoned in this world for generations, as if they are always bound by heavy shackles.
Unlike those foolish men and women in Zi Village who know nothing, they only know how to live a farming life, live and die in the morning and night, and have no thoughts except food and daily life.
Although the mantra slave was originally a mortal, he was gradually affected in the process of serving mantras, and had a long life span. He also knew about the matter of cultivation. How could he not be greedy for Shu? I hope he could live forever like the rumored cultivator, picking stars and taking the moon, and being free in the world?
It is just a mantra that is success or failure. Because of the mantra, they were able to jump out of the world of the world and see another grand world. However, because of the mantra, they not only could not leave this place at all, but also watched the ultimate inheritance that all the ghosts in the world were crazy about, but they could not touch them.
But now that the young master is here, they finally have the opportunity to get rid of the confinement of the curse and be their own masters!
After calming down, the village chief took out twelve nails that were several feet long with caution.
The nails were all black, and a dry blood stain was lingered at the tips, emitting an extremely strong fishy smell. There was also a thin layer of mist on the nails, which seemed to be alive and could not stop gathering and dispersing.
If you look closely, you will find that these fogs are composed of tiny souls. The soul is extremely painful, but cannot make any sound. They are struggling wildly and squirming. At a glance, it seems that the clouds and mists are spontaneously gathering and dispersing, flowing unstable.
The capital will save lives.The village chief murmured in a low voice, nailing the first long nail into the coffin.
The long nails penetrated the coffin without any obstacles, and the nail penetrated the entire coffin. A small piece of it appeared from the other side. The blood stains on it were stained with fresh blood, and the fishy smell became much weaker.
The village chief did not hesitate or bear it at all. When his eyes touched the fresh blood, he showed an extremely greedy look, and his subordinates were even more resolute: Du Chengzhen’s life.
The memorial service of the city.
Zhuchengzhen's fate.
Yuán Town life.
The life of the town of Su...
Soon, eleven long nails penetrated the entire coffin, and blood slid down the tip of the nail. As the fresh blood spread, the original fishy smell of the nail body was almost gone.
In the coffin, the entire body of the village chief was nailed to death at the bottom of the coffin by eleven long nails.
Because it was an empty shell, he had no reaction.
At this moment, the village chief took out a white bone flute and gently placed it on his lips. Then, he opened his mouth and spit out a cold soul wind. Woo woo, the bone flute was blown instantly, making a strange sound.
The sound of the flute sound came out, and the son of the village chief in the coffin opened his pale eyes instantly!
However, immediately afterwards, due to the extremely poison of Youji Zhenming Pill, he was limp and unable to move at all.
At the same time, Pei Ling also opened his eyes under the control of the system, and then stood up on the spot.
The village chief nodded slightly, because Pei Ling's actions were exactly the same as the instructions he issued with the bone flute, and there was no hesitation in the middle, so he did not notice any problem at all.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling felt extremely nervous.
But when the village chief stared at him for a long time, he seemed to have no recognition of his identity at all, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he did not open the lid of the coffin... Pei Ling was secretly grateful in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt that in the dark, an extremely important force that was difficult to describe but extremely important suddenly integrated into his body!
The next moment, Pei Ling suddenly realized that he had deceived the village chief, which should have divided the fate of the village chief's son.
The battle has begun!
At this moment, the village chief suddenly turned around and walked out. The sound of the bone flute by his lips was still playing, the tune became more and more bizarre and the rhythm became rapid.
Under the control of the system, Pei Ling immediately followed...
After a moment, the two came to the main hall.
Owner!The eight furnaces and cauldrons that were originally sitting upright immediately surrounded them.
Today is the day for the master to be happy, so the person dressed up by the groom must be the master.
However, when he walked closer, his face changed suddenly. This was not their master!
This is outrageous!
A mere mortal village dares to tease them!
However, just as the murderous intent of the eight furnaces and cauldrons surged, the village chief's instigation sounded again: Take a look, this is your master!
Even if something happens, you will be sure to escape unstoppable.
Shi Wanli frowned, but after thinking about it carefully, more than a day has passed, and Su Zhentian's high-level monk must have arrived at the Wanpisnus snake sea.
Senior Sister Qiao's trip seems dangerous, but there will definitely be protection for the high-level monks of Su Zhentian in secret, so no problem should be made.
So, I didn't persuade me much.
The kindness of the fairy is unforgettable.The village chief came to his senses and immediately responded.
As he said that, he took out the bamboo tube and opened it, he signaled Qiao Ciguang to choose one of the bamboo sticks that seemed to be the same as the others.
Qiao Ciguang did not hesitate and immediately drew the tag.
The moment she pulled out the tag, a cold feeling quickly lingered all over her body, as if it was a mark.
Qiao Ciguang suddenly felt that although this mark had not yet occurred, the time would immediately take her life away.
According to previous experience, you have an hour to explain your funeral.The village chief said, after an hour, you must return to your residence.
In addition, the funeral will be held tomorrow. At that time, you need to dress up your body and change your clothes.
But the mourning woman is dead and there are no similar people in the village. The fairy must solve the problem of washing and crying.
Qiao Ciguang hesitated for a moment and agreed.
Through today's funeral, she already knew that as long as she did not violate the fixed rules, there would be no accident.
Since that's the case, then leave it to your four junior sisters.
********************
Another day passed in a blink of an eye.
Kuwamura.
Every household is decorated with lanterns, human skin lanterns are hung on the branches, corpses are shining with oil candles, and corpses are filled with corpses, resentment and hatred.
However, the joy in the village became even stronger.
Villagers once again gathered at the village chief’s house.
Amid the sound of silk and bamboo, children ran and played, and everyone chatted. At the time of liveliness, eight beautiful female cultivators came together.
These eight female cultivators were dressed in all kinds of charm, with ribbons dancing, rings and bells. As their eyes were flowing, many male villagers were blinded.
But they were arrogant and arrogant, and they didn't even look at everyone, so they walked through the crowd and took their seats.
Looking at this scene, the village chief standing in the corner nodded slightly. The eight people around the young master will be fine.
So he turned around and walked backwards.
A moment later, the village chief appeared outside his only son's house. After opening the door, he saw his son staying motionless, with no breath, but nothing but empty shell. His expression was dull, without any surprise or grief.
After all, this is just a storage tool for fighting for fate.
He didn't care much about his only son, the village chief quickly walked to the coffin and stroked his body with his hands, his expression changing.
Young Master, it's in this coffin!
These curse slaves, guarding the inheritance left by the curse, are imprisoned in this world for generations, as if they are always bound by heavy shackles.
Unlike those foolish men and women in Zi Village who know nothing, they only know how to live a farming life, live and die in the morning and night, and have no thoughts except food and daily life.
Although the mantra slave was originally a mortal, he was gradually affected in the process of serving mantras, and had a long life span. He also knew about the matter of cultivation. How could he not be greedy for Shu? I hope he could live forever like the rumored cultivator, picking stars and taking the moon, and being free in the world?
It is just a mantra that is success or failure. Because of the mantra, they were able to jump out of the world of the world and see another grand world. However, because of the mantra, they not only could not leave this place at all, but also watched the ultimate inheritance that all the ghosts in the world were crazy about, but they could not touch them.
But now that the young master is here, they finally have the opportunity to get rid of the confinement of the curse and be their own masters!
After calming down, the village chief took out twelve nails that were several feet long with caution.
The nails were all black, and a dry blood stain was lingered at the tips, emitting an extremely strong fishy smell. There was also a thin layer of mist on the nails, which seemed to be alive and could not stop gathering and dispersing.
If you look closely, you will find that these fogs are composed of tiny souls. The soul is extremely painful, but cannot make any sound. They are struggling wildly and squirming. At a glance, it seems that the clouds and mists are spontaneously gathering and dispersing, flowing unstable.
The capital will save lives.The village chief murmured in a low voice, nailing the first long nail into the coffin.
The long nails penetrated the coffin without any obstacles, and the nail penetrated the entire coffin. A small piece of it appeared from the other side. The blood stains on it were stained with fresh blood, and the fishy smell became much weaker.
The village chief did not hesitate or bear it at all. When his eyes touched the fresh blood, he showed an extremely greedy look, and his subordinates were even more resolute: Du Chengzhen’s life.
The memorial service of the city.
Zhuchengzhen's fate.
Yuán Town life.
The life of the town of Su...
Soon, eleven long nails penetrated the entire coffin, and blood slid down the tip of the nail. As the fresh blood spread, the original fishy smell of the nail body was almost gone.
In the coffin, the entire body of the village chief was nailed to death at the bottom of the coffin by eleven long nails.
Because it was an empty shell, he had no reaction.
At this moment, the village chief took out a white bone flute and gently placed it on his lips. Then, he opened his mouth and spit out a cold soul wind. Woo woo, the bone flute was blown instantly, making a strange sound.
The sound of the flute sound came out, and the son of the village chief in the coffin opened his pale eyes instantly!
However, immediately afterwards, due to the extremely poison of Youji Zhenming Pill, he was limp and unable to move at all.
At the same time, Pei Ling also opened his eyes under the control of the system, and then stood up on the spot.
The village chief nodded slightly, because Pei Ling's actions were exactly the same as the instructions he issued with the bone flute, and there was no hesitation in the middle, so he did not notice any problem at all.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ling felt extremely nervous.
But when the village chief stared at him for a long time, he seemed to have no recognition of his identity at all, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he did not open the lid of the coffin... Pei Ling was secretly grateful in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt that in the dark, an extremely important force that was difficult to describe but extremely important suddenly integrated into his body!
The next moment, Pei Ling suddenly realized that he had deceived the village chief, which should have divided the fate of the village chief's son.
The battle has begun!
At this moment, the village chief suddenly turned around and walked out. The sound of the bone flute by his lips was still playing, the tune became more and more bizarre and the rhythm became rapid.
Under the control of the system, Pei Ling immediately followed...
After a moment, the two came to the main hall.
Owner!The eight furnaces and cauldrons that were originally sitting upright immediately surrounded them.
Today is the day for the master to be happy, so the person dressed up by the groom must be the master.
However, when he walked closer, his face changed suddenly. This was not their master!
This is outrageous!
A mere mortal village dares to tease them!
However, just as the murderous intent of the eight furnaces and cauldrons surged, the village chief's instigation sounded again: Take a look, this is your master!
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