Those ghosts in white clothes are all evil spirits.

And its smell is very terrifying.

It seems that it has existed for a very long time.

As soon as they appeared, they stopped the funeral procession.

A cold wind blew by.

All the hanged ghosts turned around and faced Du Gui standing in the coffin.

A moment.

Their scent has completely changed.

Became extremely restless and crazy.

Those eyes were full of hatred and resentment.

All eyes were fixed on Du Gui.

It seemed that, to them, the man in front of them was an enemy they could not forget until their death.

The hanged ghosts were both male and female.

There are young and old.

Du Gui looked at them, his eyes becoming colder and colder.

These ghosts are dressed in white and do not look human at all.

but.

In memories that do not belong to Du Gui.

When those people wearing robes and hoods carried away the coffin, it was these people who knelt on the ground wearing sackcloth and mourning and chose to watch indifferently.

Even though Du Gui has never seen them in life.

But, the moment I saw them.

Du Gui recognized their identities.

"You all deserve to die!"

Du Gui's tone was cold, and the two bronze coffin nails in his hands disappeared, replaced by a sharp, blood-stained fire axe.

this moment.

He became a beheaded ghost again.

In addition to the ancient corpses of the Ming Dynasty, the heads of the remaining seven burial companions were all strung around his waist.

The ax was held flat against his chest.

Du Gui struck down with an axe.

He was very powerful at the moment, and using the tomb owner's coffin to transform made him feel like a fish in water.

An ax struck out.

call……

A gust of wind blew again.

Those hanged ghosts blocking the road all had blood lines on their necks.

The white silk hanging around their necks broke.

In the blink of an eye, all the hanged ghosts turned into ashes.

But when their heads are about to become trophies.

Du Gui whispered: "You are not qualified."

The heads that were about to be turned into trophies all showed a hideous look of pain.

Then, without the ability to resist, they all dissipated.

Du Gui didn't know what happened to him.

He doesn't think he is the owner of the tomb either.

However, he felt resentment towards these hanged ghosts in his heart.

It's even stronger than their resentment.

The owner of the tomb was buried alive, which was such an extreme punishment, and seven bronze coffin nails were hammered into the coffin for fear of death.

What happened to these people?

They all chose to watch with cold eyes. Although they were wearing sackcloth and mourning, none of them stopped them.

Think about it.

Even if they are dead, they are still behind the owner of the tomb.

From the time the Hanged Man appeared to when he was killed instantly.

Didn't even last a minute.

The red coffin in front didn't go very far at all.

It is about one kilometer away from Dugui.

Du Gui knew that it could see him.

So, he took a deep breath, held the fire ax, and struck directly at the underground river one kilometer away.

"Only I can break my coffin!"

An ax struck down.

The being in the red coffin immediately felt chills rising.

The owner of the arm is currently the only "person" who has had direct contact with Du Gui, who transformed from Bai Wu?

Only it can feel it.

How terrifying is Du Gui at this time?

If the owner of the tomb does not come out, Anzhou will not be able to find any ghost more ferocious and tyrannical than him.

Simply inhuman.

"What the hell are you!!!"

The owner of the arm couldn't help but poked his head out, revealing a terrifying face.

Half of its face was pale, but the appearance of an old man could be seen.

The other half of the face was red, as if the paint on the red coffin had peeled off and was stained on it.

exactly.

This is the price for stealing the power of the tomb owner.

Half of its entire body turned red, and it lost its skin and was bloody and bloody. It was even more terrifying than an evil spirit.

The half-length old man showed his head.

A drop of blood squeezed out of half of the red face.

That is the blood of the tomb owner.

Of the seven coffin nails, five were in its hands before, and the remaining two were in the hands of Tang Yuanqing and Du Gui respectively.

Of course, Du Gui now has four in his hands.

That drop of blood was contaminated with impurities.

But Du Gui's ax fell.

The blood trembled slightly.

The power that could destroy the red coffin was gone.

The half-length old man waved.

The ever-bright lamp appeared in its hand.

Then, the drop of blood disappeared into the candle flame, and the pale green flame turned scarlet in the blink of an eye.

Du Gui's pupils shrank.

"you are human?"

"Then you deserve to die even more!"

His words were very cruel.

But all the half-length old man heard was the weird screams.

The half-length old man yelled angrily: "Damn ghost, what on earth are you? I, Fang Chengyuan, have been lurking in Anzhou for nearly fifty years and have never seen a ghost like you. You... you..."
To be continued...