The funeral team was completely irritated. They left Xin Yueguo and set out towards the surroundings, with the intention of expanding their business. After all, old acquaintances who have been doing business for a long time are very experienced in dealing with a bunch of weird things. Recently, the mourning team has not been able to recruit newcomers.

However, I never expected that when I first came out, I met a bandit, who not only snatched away the lights and banners. What was even more irritating was that he actually carried away the top priority of the team, the coffin.

This move cannot be said to be a serious injury to the vitality, or it must be said to be in a slump.

The lamp is the key to expel other powerful evil spirits and is also the key to guide the way. The banner needs no need to say much, but is a rare weapon for killing people. Once the name is written on it, it can almost 100% curse and kill everyone. As long as the strength does not exceed the owner in the coffin, death cannot be avoided.

As for the coffin, there is no coffin to give me a burial!

Now they are only the mourning bands that play and sing, and the mourning bands that are like long dragons.

There were no street lamps, murder banners, and funeral coffins, and most of the strange power had to be removed. In an instant, one of the terrifying red and white evil spirits in the secluded world had become a small party dish that anyone could step on.

I regret it, why did you say that you are not doing anything to provoke that bandit?

Overall, in one sentence - [Tired, destroy it]!

If it weren't for the strange power not allowing it, they would have wished they would have disbanded on the spot.

On the other hand, the initiator who carried the coffin out was He - bold and unscrupulous - without any scruples - the geese plucked the hair - Zhao, looking at the coffin that was thrown on the ground, constantly shaking, as if it was about to break out of the coffin, fell into deep thought.

"There is something inside!"

He always thought there was no thing inside, otherwise why didn't he lift the coffin and fuck him to death?

"Perhaps the funeral team's original intention is not to plunder human lives, but to suppress the unknown corpses inside?"

A more reliable guess suddenly flashed through my mind.

"It won't get out of trouble, right?"

If you rob a source of danger, if you really break the coffin and use the ability of the Moon Kingdom to refine evil realms, you will probably be unable to protect yourself. Even if there is Qingyun Sect, what if there is the Qingyun Sect, when Baisha is in the underworld of Xinyue Kingdom, countless sects are still helpless and obediently offer money to buy orders.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously came to the coffin and prepared to carry it, and then threw it into the Secret Realm.

As a result, the vibration gradually stopped, as if the things inside were exhausted.

[Happy Coffin (Great Evil): The coffin suppresses an unknown terror. It needs to be sent to a place where it can be buried in order to completely calm the evil spirit.

(Note: Every once in a while, you need to use the joy banner to attract souls, expand the mourning team, and strengthen the suppression power. Or, use dark paper contaminated with the breath of a living person to erase the dead energy born in the coffin with vitality.

Please be sure, never open the coffin lid in the Secret Realm, otherwise the series of consequences will be borne by the terror who releases the coffin.)]

"."

Your sister!

It was exactly the same as his guess, the funeral team was really suppressing it in the coffin.

No wonder where the team passes, paper money will fall from the sky, and it is all planned to be contaminated with human vitality. Grandma's, the ecosystem can be regarded as making you play clearly...

The rich give money, the poor give life, the big capitalists will be silent when they see it, and the chaebols will cry when they see it. They all sigh that they are not as cruel as you are cruel.

"What to do?"

"Huh!"

Just as He Zhao was thinking about what to do with the coffin, he glanced at the paper dragon on the coffin.

[Dragon Corpse (Suppressing Spirit): A powerful person uses great magic power to tie a real dragon into a paper dragon to suppress evil spirits. (Note: After leaving the Secret Realm, it will lose its effectiveness.)]

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No wonder the coffin was shaking just now. People who didn’t know the inside story were afraid that someone was playing with the coffin shock.

It turned out that the dragon corpse lost its spiritual suppression effect, causing the things inside to become manic and want to break out of the coffin.

"Wait a minute, then why didn't it come out?"

He blindly found the beautiful spot.

"The paper dragon is invalid. Is it a terror in the coffin that has no power together?"

"Bang!"

I slapped my thigh and fucked it.

He stepped forward in three or two steps, held the huge paper faucet in both hands and raised it, and a whole vivid paper dragon fell from the coffin.

"Well, there was no movement, sure enough."

His guess is most likely true.

"Come on, let Shu Shu see what kind of horror you are."

He grabbed the coffin lid with his left and right hands and lifted it upwards.

With a glance, I saw a human-shaped object lying inside, wrapped in dark fog.

"rub--"

It seemed as if it was noticed that someone opened the coffin and it suddenly opened its eyes.

A pair of red eyes, which revealed an endless fierce aura, shot straight into the eyes of the person who opened the coffin.

"That's it?"

To put it bluntly, he has died thousands of times, and he has never seen any horror.

"Geegi, geegi, geegi"

The black fog man in the coffin kept trembling with his arms, as if he was about to raise his hand.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard it works, it is impossible to make any moves.

"If it were the Netherworld, I might be gone. But this is the real world. A real dragon that can suppress you has become useless, let alone you who are suppressed."

In a word, the man who was so angry that he rolled his eyes straight, and the fierce light in his eyes was like a sword, and he wished he could cut it into pieces.

"Go ah, you can stand up and hit me!"

I have to say that in terms of Gonghuo Ren, the surname He is undoubtedly a genius who has learned nothing.

Fortunately, the Black Mist Man is not a real person, otherwise he would have to die on the spot as soon as the performance was performed.

"Let me try it first."

After the words came to an end, he stretched out his hands to make a fumble.

Seeing this, the Black Mist closed his eyes in humiliation.

“Huh?”

The palm can only feel the flow of fog, and there is no entity.

"pity."

He smashed his mouth, his face looked disappointed.

“???”

The Black Mist Man has been in trouble for eight lifetimes. He slept well in the coffin and lost his virginity in a blink of an eye.

"Go to the Youjie Realm first to see if the funeral teams are gone."

"Chehe"

"The Technique of Escape" was launched, and the whole person disappeared from the spot.

In the secluded world, it was dark and could not see your five fingers.

The mourning band and the mourning team in mourning clothes disappeared early and seemed to be leaving the sad place.

"It's over!"

I regretted why I snatched the coffin away...

It is easy to ask God to send God to God.

Now, I am carrying a big terror, and it is not to throw it away or keep it.

Who knows when the paper dragon will gradually become unable to suppress the evil spirits in the coffin?

"Forget it, take a look at it one step."

You can't really throw that thing into the forest of Longshoufang, right?

If you can move, you will die at that time.

"Chehe"

Returning to the real world again, he held the lamp in one hand, the banner in the other, and the coffin on the other, and entered the secluded world.

“DuangDuang”

As soon as I returned to the Secluded Realm, a sound immediately came from the coffin.

Unlike the real world, the paper dragon was indifferent at that time.

Now, a vague roar of dragons penetrated into his ears, and the coffin gradually calmed down.

Zhenling played a role in time and let the Black Mist lie down honestly.

He Zhao didn't pay much attention to it, took out a small flying boat from the storage ring, and led the street lights and hung it on the bow of the ship.
To be continued...