The old man's hoarse voice rang out from outside the door.

Liu Li in the room stood behind the two wooden puppets with a serious face, and each of his hands pulled a light green light from his fingertips, connecting the wooden puppet's limbs and head.

Especially when the old man said the "Six Masters of the Emperor", Liu Li's eyes became dimmer.

What are the six craftsmen of the emperor?

"The Book of Rites·Qu Li II": "The six craftsmen of the emperor said: geotechnical, metalworker, stoneworker, carpenter, animal crafter, grass crafter, and classical six materials."

These six crafts are personally ordered by the "Son of Heaven", so these six craftsmen are like God's help, and can drive away evil spirits.

And he naturally belongs to the carpenter.

Liu Li stared at the hunched figure who was vaguely visible after closing the door, and said in a deep voice: "Old man, this is a furniture store, not a coffin shop. Have you found the wrong place? If you don't have to drive you to another house to take a look?"

The hunchbacked old man who stopped at the door was holding a black leather lantern in one hand and holding it behind his back with the other hand. He shook his head and smiled, "No, no, I'm looking for you, the young master of the carpenter, if he doesn't want to help the old man, I'll do it. I know that you are from the Liu family in Changzhou. Now, I should hand it over to your hand. Why not lend it to the old man? I'll use it for me?"

Crack!—

Crack!—

The two wooden puppets with their heads raised their heads suddenly, and they faced the door like that, with pale makeup painted with red blush, which was particularly terrifying at night.

Liu Li's reaction when he heard the five words "Mu Po Yongchang Coffin" was even more intense than when he heard the reaction of Emperor Liu Gong. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he controlled the Mu Puppet to walk slowly near the door, and said, "Old man, what are you talking about? What are the Liu family in Changzhou? It is true that my ancestors were carpenters for five generations, but their ancestors have been rooted in Dongxia City for generations, and what you are talking about Changzhou... Where is that? Is there this territory near Dongxia City? You are not confused, wouldn't you take you to the hospital for a look?"

The fog outside the shop was getting heavier and heavier, rolling and surging. As the fog rolled, blurred figures kept floating in the fog curtain, with heights and sizes, and different.

The hunchbacked old man looked up at the shop gate, and a smile appeared on his old face and laughed softly, "Little baby, interesting."

Bang!

Suddenly.

Two black shadows seemed like black thunder, and they suddenly broke through the shop door. As the wood chips splattered, they each held a rusty iron chain as thick as a thumb in their hands and rushed towards the hunchbacked old man.

Two rusty iron chains were up and down, causing a whirring sound of wind, like two thousand-pound steel sticks, hitting the old man's head and waist fiercely.

At the same time, the fog suddenly shook, and a palm emitting golden light broke through the mist, waved his hand in the direction of the two wooden puppets, and a fierce and fierce beam of light fell on the two wooden puppets.

The owner of the Golden Light Palm was a tall man with a hazy face, wearing blue armor and a long sword hanging on his waist. He appeared at some point, and stood quietly behind the hunchbacked old man.

Step on.

Liu Li held his pocket in one hand and scratched his chicken coop-like hair with the other hand. He walked out of the shop slowly, looked at the broken door with distress, and then fell on the figure wearing blue armor, and said with a headache: "Hero Soul? Military Cultivator? Old man, you are a bit big, but you just want the heirloom of our Liu family. It's not enough to rely on the identity of a military cultivator."

The words fell.

The two wooden puppets with broken chests began to tremble violently on the ground beside the ground and began to twitch.

Click!

KAKAKAKA!—

The body of the wooden puppet began to break from the inside out, and streams of dark thick slurry flowed out from it, slowly flowing. Finally, the two wooden puppets completely broke, and the dark thick slurry flowed out from it dyed a large area of ​​ground black.

Gululu!

The dark thick slurry began to produce bubbles, and it was boiling repeatedly.

Then, one, two, three, four, five…!

Eighteen black and dry claws, like dead branches, stretched out from the black mud, and sharp and cracked claws pressed on the surrounding ground and supported them with force!

Click...

The cement floor exploded with force as the claws were used, and it exploded into cracks.

Finally, a thin and tall man with a size of nearly six meters, with eighteen dry arms growing behind him in an orderly manner. A terrifying ghost like a spider broke out from the dark mud and sat down slowly.

The hideous face has no eyes. The position of the eyes should have been replaced by a pair of palms, which looks strange and inexplicable.

Wood Queer, Wood Queer, what is Wood Queer?

Just remove the wooden puppet!

Although the Mu Gui Master’s puppet technique is unique, their ability to be aware of is not a puppet technique, but to use wood to cultivate weirdness!

The hunchbacked old man looked at him and slowly stood up, mixed with the shady ghost of endless malice towards the living. The resentment and malice towards the living were like the essence, which was very powerful.

The old man said lightly: "The little baby didn't admit that he was the young master of the Liu family in Changzhou at the beginning. Why did he change his mind now and admit it?"

Liu Li pulled out his hand in his pocket, spread his hands and said, "Since the old man is a military monk, it's not interesting for me to hide it. After all, military people like you are famous for dog skin plaster in the circle. They are unreasonable. Even if I deny it, I will not be able to get out easily."

The hunchbacked old man nodded and cursed with a smile: "The little boy talks and hides a needle in his cotton."

Then the old man turned his head and looked at the dark ghost who was eager to attack with endless malice, and was eager to try, with a deep look, as if he had seen the beginning of the ghost in this life, and sighed: "Humans, longing for light, but using all the dark means. In this way, no one will accept disciples one day, and will cut off the inheritance and never return it!"

Liu Li kept silent, as if he had agreed to the old man's statement.

At some point, the Qingjiao Hero Spirit had disappeared.

The hunched old man waved his hand at Liu Li with the other hand, and said kindly: "Forget it, since the young master is unwilling to lend the old man my coffin, then don't lend it. Look at the current tense posture, it makes it look like an old man I rely on my old age. I'm old, I can't accept my old age, so how can I fight with you young people? I'm afraid of being strong when I'm young."

As he said that, the hunchbacked old man held a black leather lantern in one hand and carried it behind his back with the other. He turned around and slowly left, and disappeared into the thick fog in a short while.

Then, the thick fog gradually dissipated. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the sentence from afar, "Old, my old waist, and other silly thoughts."

Liu Li watched the rich fade away and did not immediately withdraw the dark ghost. Instead, he squatted on the ground, scratching his head with both hands, and always felt something was wrong!

Military monks are famous for dog skin plasters. They are unreasonable, so how could they be so easy to deal with?

wrong.

Something must have been wrong.

Sudden!

Liu Li seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly stood up and ran into the back of the shop. Sure enough, in the back of the shop, the cover of a cellar was wide open at this time.

He hurried down to the cellar, and at the bottom of the cellar, where the Mu Po Yongchang coffin was originally placed, it was empty at this time!

Liu Li glared and his back teeth were shattered!

He shouted loudly, "Old guy! Old slut!!! Bastard! Plot me!!!"

…………

The other end.

In the darkness.

The hunchbacked old man walked forward with a lantern.
Chapter completed!