"Looking back, a smile makes you look charming, the pink and beautiful six palaces are colorless!"

At this moment, I finally understood the true meaning of this poem.

Huang Mengting's long hair was floating, and Shi Shi walked down the spiral stairs and walked to our side to sit down.

Smelling the faint fragrance of Huang Mengting's body, I couldn't help but feel distracted, my face turned red and my ears were red, and I didn't dare to turn my head to look at Huang Mengting.

Huang Mengting thought I was reserved and greeted us, "Everyone doesn't have to be reserved, just like your own family, be more casual!"

Huang Qigong raised his glass, poured a full glass of white wine, and said aloud to the guests present: "I won't say much else. Thank you to my friends here for coming to attend Mr. Huang's birthday party! At the same time, the development of parachute education is also inseparable from everyone's support. I hope that parachute education and everyone's friendship will last forever! I'll do it!"

Huang Qigong killed the white wine in the glass in one sip. That was a goblet. After one sip, it would be at least half a pound of white wine.

Huang Qigong put the wine glass on the table, his face did not change, his heart was still as calm as a mountain.

There was a lot of cheers in the lobby, and the guests also killed the wine in the glass.

Just when everyone was in high spirits, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from outside, mixed with the sharp sound of suona.

At first, we thought this was a performance team invited by Huang Qigong to cheer him up, but when the sound of the suona sound sounded, the guests all changed their faces, because the sound of the suona was not playing any festive music, but a strong sound of sorrow.

The atmosphere at the banquet suddenly became dull and awkward, and the scene was silent. The guests looked at each other, not understanding what was going on.

Huang Mengting changed her face and turned to Uncle Fu and said, "Uncle Fu, what's going on?"

Uncle Fu was also confused by the second monk, so he hurriedly took the bodyguard in black and walked out: "I'll go out and take a look!"

Huang Qigong smiled coldly, carried his hands on his back, and stood at the center of the banquet, holding his head and chest up. The domineering spirit of the world arose naturally. He shouted to the outside of the lobby, "Since you are here, come in and sit down, don't pretend to be a ghost outside!"

After Huang Qigong finished speaking, everyone looked at the door and saw a strange band walking in from outside.

When the band walked into the lobby, for some reason, a cold smell immediately spread in the lobby.

There were about dozens of people in the band. They were dressed very strangely, their clothes were very bright, with bright red and big green, which was very eye-catching. Moreover, these people were all wearing heavy makeup like clowns, some with bloody mouths, some with small braids on their heads, and some wore strange masks such as cow heads and horse faces. They played and sang, and took strange steps, as if they were dancing a mysterious dance step, and they jumped from outside in a crooked manner.

The outfit of this band made all the guests present lose their lust and feel cold in their hearts.

Some timid guests were already screaming in low voices.

The strangest thing is that in the center of this band, there were four strong men wearing bare shirtless and ghostly faces carrying a dark coffin. Even when they were carrying the coffin, they were jumping forward, and the coffin naturally shook, which looked very strange.

Today is Huang Qigong's 60th birthday, and something like a coffin appeared at the birthday party. What does this mean? Is this clearly a curse Huang Qigong?

We immediately realized that this group of people was not here to cheer up, but to smash the situation!

I suddenly remembered that there were so many bodyguards patrolling in the manor. Did those bodyguards not come forward to stop the group of people from entering?

There is only one answer, and eighteen or nine out of ten have been killed by this group of people!

A hint of chill appeared in my heart. What is the origin of these people? Why have I never seen such people dressed up? Is it a sect that makes enemies with the sect?

My eyes fell on the old woman in front of the band. The old woman dressed up, she looked like an old witch, wearing a black robe, a hunched figure, a hunched back, a hideous mask on her face, and a scepter in her right hand. Her gray hair fell on her shoulders, her hands were skinny and thin, as thin as chicken feet, and very ugly.

Chen Shiba frowned and whispered: "That old woman looks like she is from the Northeast... a shaman!"

Shaman?!

I was stunned, and seemed to have remembered something: "Eighteen, is this shaman the master dancing?"

Chen Shiba nodded: "Yes! Shamans usually possess evil witchcraft and claim to be able to communicate with spirits. Jumping God is a folk name!"

The old witch led the weird band and jumped all the way to the center of the lobby.

The guests who were closer to them all retreated one after another. Ordinary people were inexplicably shocked when they saw these people's strange outfits.

"stop!"

Uncle Fu led a group of bodyguards to stand in front of the old witch.

The old witch raised the scepter in her hand, and the band behind stopped the hustle and bustle. The lobby suddenly became quiet, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

"Who are you? Do you know what day it is? What does it mean to raise a coffin?" Uncle Fu asked angrily.

The old witch giggled, the laughter was so bad, like a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in her throat.

The old witch ignored Uncle Fu and said directly to Huang Qigong: "I dare to hear that the Seventh Master is on his 60th birthday today. The old woman came uninvited and specially presented a black wooden coffin to wish Seventh Master a hundred years of life!"

As soon as the old witch said this, the audience was in an uproar.

On Huang Qigong's birthday, the old witch brought a coffin, but said that she wished Huang Qigong a hundred years old. Isn't this a slap in the face?

Huang Mengting, who has always been very well-educated, couldn't help but get up at the table and pointed at the old witch and said, "I don't care who you are. Today is my father's 60th birthday party. You dare to be here and be arrogant. I will let you never come back!"

Huang Mengting's words are by no means exaggeration. The entire solemn and even the entire Chongming Island are all people who are eligible for sacrificing education. Not to mention tens of thousands, there are at least several thousand people. If these few dozen people want to make trouble here, they may be a bit arrogant. Do they really bully the eligible for a rookie?

You should know that Paijing is the leader of the eight witchcraft sects, and almost no one can shake the status of the leader of the Paijing industry.

Therefore, although Huang Mengting's words were a naked threat, she did have the ability to make these guys pretending to be magic and never return.

Huang Mengting's voice was loud and loud. At this moment, the demeanor and aura of a young lady were fully visible.

The old witch turned to look at Huang Mengting. Although she was wearing a mask, her eyes seemed to be filled with disdain.

The old witch giggled: "You look pretty handsome, let's do it. The old woman is in a good mood today. How about taking you as her goddaughter?"

This old witch is too self-righteous. She opens her mouth and wants to accept Huang Mengting as her goddaughter. Who do she think she is?

At that moment, a sneer came from the banquet table.

Huang Mengting had a cold face: "You are such a crazy woman!"

Huang Mengting's words "crazy woman" were not wrong at all. In my opinion, this old witch is just a crazy woman. She sometimes carried the coffin to get a gift, and sometimes wanted to accept Huang Mengting as her goddaughter. She felt like she was nagging, just like she was having a brain disease.

When the old witch heard Huang Mengting's words "crazy woman", she suddenly became furious and pointed the scepter in her hand at Huang Mengting and shouted hysterically.

We were surprised to see a black gas suddenly burst into front of the scepter.

I was shocked. It was not an ordinary scepter, but a magical staff, about one meter long. There was a white skull inlaid at the front. There were two strange green stones inlaid inlaid in the two empty eye sockets of the skull.

When the old witch roared, two dark green stones suddenly lit up. At that moment, the skull seemed to open its eyes and burst out with an evil and cold light.

A ball of black gas gushed out of the skull's mouth, and I screamed in my heart that it was not good. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this old witch was about to use evil magic on Huang Mengting!

"Miss Mengting, be careful!"

I was sitting next to Huang Mengting, closest to Huang Mengting, and flew over and threw Huang Mengting to the ground.

At the same time, a ball of black gas made a sharp ghost cry and shot towards Huang Mengting. In the black gas, a ghost face flashed faintly, with a bloody mouth open, as if it was about to bite people. The guests present changed their faces when they saw this scene.

When he was talking, Ku Junwei drew out the iron sword with his backhand, and the sword energy was scattered, directly slashing the black air into pieces, and the grimace inside was also divided into two.

The black air dissipated, and Ku Junwei stood with his sword, staring at the old witch with a cold eyebrows: "What a vicious means!"

I threw Huang Mengting to the ground, and my chest was pressed against my chest.

Huang Mengting's face was a little startled, and her little face was a little pale.

Then, Huang Mengting's cheeks became red involuntarily, like a red Fuji apple, very beautiful.

Huang Mengting's beautiful eyes flowed, and the fragrance of a woman lingers on the tip of my nose. I couldn't help but blurt out: "You are so beautiful!"

Huang Mengting quietly pinched me, bit her ear and whispered: "How long are you going to press me like this? Everyone is watching!"

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry!" I came to my senses and quickly pulled Huang Mengting up from the ground.

At this time, I saw Huang Qigong step forward, his face gloomy, and a layer of murderous aura was shrouded in it.

"Long Po, you dare to attack my daughter again, don't blame me for not being reminiscent of old love! You are here to have a meal, yes! But if you are here to make trouble, haha, sorry, I really didn't take your Earth Immortal Sect seriously!" Huang Qigong stared at the old witch with bright eyes, full of domineeringness.

Earth Immortal Gate?!

We were shocked and found that this strange band of dancers turned out to be the Earth Immortals among the Eight Sects of the Witch and Dao!

The Earth Immortal Sect is relatively mysterious, with its main activity range in the northeast area. Why did they suddenly come to Chongming Island today? What is their purpose when they travel thousands of miles to come here?
Chapter completed!