Cai Gen made some extended assumptions based on the information from Chatter.

Could it be that the God of Bitterness has nothing but a white wolf?

First draw cakes for Daomen.

After drying out the gate through dry engineering.

He also painted cakes for the West.

What about turning around and draining the west side again?

According to Kushen's style of doing things, it's very possible.

I just don’t know how big the pie the God of Bitterness drew in the first place.

The bottom of these two groups of people was wiped out.

Huh?

Isn't it related to luck?

Cai Gen didn't even know that he would have such an idea.

I looked at Dujian on the back of his hand. Could it be that he was sending a signal?

You can maintain communication when you are in a different world.

In the human world, one can only influence Cai Gen's thinking in a subtle way.

It seems that this product is really cautious.

Looking up, he saw Shi Huozhu with a sad face.

"Azhu, what are you doing?

Is the mistress dead?"

"Brother Cai, Xuanhu Yuanjun and Jiutian Xuannv all went to the west.

There is no hope for Tianku.

Why aren't you in a hurry?"

Shi Huozhu really didn't understand why Cai Gen's mood was so stable.

"Hey, Azhu, I'm anxious to find something useful.

The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge.

I believe that the god of suffering can arrange for me to come here.

It will definitely not give me a dead end.

I can’t believe in anyone, and I can’t believe in the god of suffering.

Besides, if you are on my side, I can still be unlucky."

I don't know if Cai Gen is giving Shi Huozhu a soothing pill or giving himself a soothing pill.

"open!"

That day, I shouted out in the cold.

It attracted the attention of Cai Gen and the others.

The huge red paint coffin was touched with a layer of blood.

It opened in response.

It's not that the top lid is open.

Instead, it fell on all sides.

Completely expose what's inside.

The coffin had just been opened, and there was still a layer of red blood mist.

After dissipating, two people were seen wearing traditional shamanistic war skirts.

Wearing a fierce mask, it was entangled with countless thin black threads.

Um?

What does this mean?

Why does it look a bit like Yue Lao’s marriage line?

Cai Gen was shocked.

"Holy crap, no way.

Do they want Mr. Long and Shiba Nai to get married?

Crossing the distance between yin and yang, relying on magic to combine together?

Isn't this illegal?

Shamanism also practices this?"

He Naizi also paid attention to it and distinguished it carefully.

Shaked his head.

"No, it's not marriage, it scares me to death.

This is really calling for spirits.

The black thread is hair.

After entangled with each other, they rely on the power of blood to summon the separated souls back.

Xiao Longlong and Shiba Nai are probably the closest blood relatives.

That’s why I let him serve as a guide.”

Halfway through the explanation, He Naizi suddenly became solemn.

"No, if it's just to summon spirits, there's no need to make such a big fuss.

It also requires preparation as if facing a powerful enemy.

How do I feel that they are trying to steal souls?

Xiaolonglong is more than just an introduction.

They are also the main force fighting for souls.”

As soon as He Naizi finished speaking, Master Long's side began to twitch.

It seemed like something was about to break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly.

However, I was bound by that black hair and couldn't escape.

As soon as I saw such a change that day, I was the first to pick up the prepared small jar.

The other Nala clan members around also took out their own small jars.

They all rushed into the coffin, throwing gray-white powder into the coffin.

The black hair sizzled when it met the powder, and a lot of human faces made of thick smoke appeared.

The first moment Cai Gen saw the powder, he remembered it.

I seemed to have seen the raw materials for this thing in the freezer of Tong Ai's house.

"Holy shit, getting rid of the ashes of our ancestors?

Why are they so stubborn?"

He Naizi glanced at Cai Gen, surprised that he could actually see it.

"This is the most efficient behavior.

Other methods have greater losses.

Accepting the blessings of our ancestors is not an empty talk.

When something happens, you really need your ancestors to come to you.

Didn't you see it, has it started to work?"

Those black hairs are constantly being eroded by the ashes.

Finally, Master Long was freed.

The phantom of a large fluttering moth appeared behind him.

Although the moth is a shadow, it has a black hair in its mouth.

Link the top of the head of these eighteen breasts.

Next, flapping the moth is like flying a kite.

Slowly winding up.
To be continued...