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Chapter five hundred and seventy-ninth the man in the coffin

Those lifelike wooden figures were still hanging on the beams during the day, but when Mu Yu came at night, these wooden figures were gone!

An inexplicable cold air suddenly hit from the room, as if the temperature suddenly dropped to below zero, and the ground beneath my feet began to form frost.

Ever since Mu Yu came here, he felt that something was wrong in the whole yard. There was always a powerful aura that was not weaker than him staring at him in the darkness. When he walked into this room, that aura became more and more obvious.

, and it seems to be very close to him!

Right behind him!

"laugh!"

Mu Yu's Shadow Sword suddenly thrust towards the back, and the Shadow Sword seemed to have penetrated into someone's body, making a strange muffled sound.

He turned around and saw the old face of Mr. Zhao, and his Shadow Sword had already penetrated Mr. Zhao's chest!

Mu Yu was startled and quickly withdrew his sword. He had already dodged toward the door. However, the door closed automatically with a "bang"!

The sharp sword energy crisscrossed out and struck the door.

It stands to reason that his sword energy is very powerful. This ordinary door can't stop him at all. It will be rolled into powder without even touching it. However, a more sinister aura suddenly surged over from the darkness, knocking Mu Yu's sword away.

All the energy is in the moment!

Mu Yu was actually blocked by an ordinary door!

He turned around and looked at Mr. Zhao who suddenly appeared behind him just now, feeling very puzzled. When Mr. Zhao attacked him, he was obviously as slow as a turtle, but why did he suddenly run behind him?

Mr. Zhao was wearing a shroud, and a bloody hole was stabbed in his chest. However, no blood flowed out. He didn't even frown. He still raised the file and walked towards Mu Yu.

"I want to see what's causing the trouble!"

Formation patterns formed in Mu Yu's hands, and the bright formation patterns spread out with him as the center, flying around, radiating light, but the light from the formation patterns was severely limited around Mu Yu, and those caused by the formation seemed to be able to swallow

As if there was no light, the whole room was still very dark.

"Hide your head and hide your tail, don't you dare to come out?" Mu Yu shouted coldly.

No one answered him, only Mr. Zhao slowly walked over and held up a stupid file to kill him.

Mu Yu frowned. Apart from acting like a mortal, Mr. Zhao was also very strange. Even if he was stabbed by Mu Yu, nothing would happen. It was like a controlled corpse, without any pain, and could only kill people mechanically.

The command.

But it would be too ridiculous to let a mortal with a file in his hand kill the distracted Muyu!

Mu Yu knew that Mr. Zhao was hopeless, but since the other party could not pose a threat to his life, he did not intend to destroy Mr. Zhao's body. The old Mr. Zhao in front of him was just a controlled puppet.

The room was getting colder and colder, and the cold air even invaded Mu Yu, who was protected by spiritual power, making him very uncomfortable.

He must find the mysterious guy hiding in the darkness as soon as possible.

"Yin Qi, why are you showing off in front of me!"

The Wood Spirit Sword appeared next to Mu Yu, and instantly turned into a big tree in the sky. The branches tightly bound Mr. Zhao, and the remaining leaves began to emit a stronger death aura, suddenly moving toward the dark side of the room.

The air enveloped him and went away.

"Wow!"

Like the tide receding, those strange Yin Qi were finally defeated in the face of the purest Death Qi. The branches of the wood spirit were too powerful and were specially designed to restrain the evil plants. All the Yin Qi was swallowed up by the Wood Spirit, and the whole tree was completely destroyed.

The dark room was instantly lit up by Mu Yu's formation patterns.

The branches disappeared, leaving only one branch tying up Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao kept struggling, and the yin energy in his body began to be sucked away by the wood spirit.

Then Mr. Zhao's movements gradually weakened, he stopped struggling, the fierce light in his eyes disappeared, his head drooped, his chest gradually stopped rising and falling, and there was no more movement.

There was nothing in the room, there was still only one bed, only the wooden figure on the beam was missing, and the aura that made Mu Yu feel dangerous had also disappeared.

Mu Yu placed Mr. Zhao's body on the bed and walked towards the door.

"boom!"

Mu Yu kicked the door open and walked into the courtyard. The formation patterns under his feet had already instantly enveloped the entire courtyard, illuminating every corner of the courtyard.

The strangeness of the whole yard just now has disappeared, and it seems very quiet.

"What on earth is it? Is it so weird?" Mu Yu thought for a long time and walked towards the shop in front of Chen Erzhuang.

However, the entire store was normal. Apart from being eerie, it was no different from the daytime.

——

The white moonlight shone on the top of the mountain, covering the plants on the mountain with a layer of silver frost. Five figures walked hurriedly on the mountain path, passing through fields and ridges, and finally stopped in front of a new tomb.

.

These five people were clearly Chen Erzhuang and his four associates!

And this grave was the dead person that the five of them had just personally presided over the funeral. No one expected that the five of them would come back here again in the middle of the night.

The four men all had shovels in their hands and started shoveling the soil without saying a word. However, within a quarter of an hour, the coffin that had been buried during the day had appeared in front of them.

If anyone were here, they would be shocked to find that there were slow breathing sounds coming from inside the coffin, as if the person buried inside was still alive!

Four men jumped down and carried the coffin out.

Chen Erzhuang's face looked very pale under the moonlight. He walked over and quickly opened the coffin. Lying inside the coffin was an old woman with a face like orange peel.

The old woman was a pure dead person, wearing a brand-new shroud, her chest did not rise and fall, and the sound of breathing did not come from her body.

Chen Erzhuang groped around inside the coffin, as if he touched something, and then with a "click" sound, suddenly the bottom of the coffin began to flip up, turning the old woman to the bottom, and a person exactly like the old woman turned out from the back!

This man's eyes are open, but his eyes still look like wood. He is clearly a wooden man carved during the day!

But at this moment, the wooden man's chest was heaving and rising, and there were faint signs of life!

Chen Erzhuang actually tampered with the coffin, made a secret compartment, and hid the wooden figure of the old woman behind the real dead person!

Chen Erzhuang took out a pen from his bag and dipped it in the red paint used to color wooden figures.

He casually placed the pen on the two eyes of the wooden man. The red paint dripped into the wooden man's eyes, but it did not make the wooden man's eyes red, but turned into black normal eyes!

A yin energy shot out from the wooden man's eyes and spread throughout its body in an instant. Then the wooden man suddenly twitched slightly and became no different from the old woman just now, and he was still alive!

The old wooden woman slowly sat up from the bottom of the coffin, her eyes still looking a little confused, as if she didn't know where she was.

Chen Erzhuang said numbly: "Go home and greet your descendants."

The wooden old woman's eyes suddenly turned as dark as ink. She nodded, climbed out of the coffin tremblingly, and then slowly went down the mountain under the moonlight.

The four guys from Chen Erzhuang had already refilled the grave and piled it into a new grave. The only strange thing was that they did not bury the coffin in it, but lifted it up and followed Chen Erzhuang away.

——

Old Xu Tou is sitting on his bed. He obeyed Mu Yu's words and still doesn't dare to get out of bed. What Xiao Shuai said just now frightened him and he didn't want to die.

"Has Master Mu Yu not lifted my curse yet?" Old Xu Tou thought with fear, suddenly regretting telling Mu Yu those words.

But he remembered that Master Mu Yu had been very polite to him at a young age, and had cured him of rheumatism and shortness of breath and chest tightness that he had suffered for many years. He also felt that Mu Yu would not harm him.

He coughed twice and his craving for cigarettes returned.

After hesitating for a long time, he still got out of bed and walked towards the hall. His house was very small, and there were no doors in the hall or room at all, only a broken curtain covering the door.

He found his dry cigarette in the corner of the hall, took out the fire stick from his pocket, and blew in, and yellow flames came out of the fire stick. He lit the dry smoke and took a deep breath.

"Although Lord Mu Yu said not to smoke anymore, if Lord Yama really wants to take me away, I have to make myself not so sad." Old Xu Tou slowly sat back on the chair and exhaled a puff of smoke.

White smoke floated in the darkness and disappeared.

There was still a white halo on his neck, and the spiritual energy given to him by Xiao Shuai had not dissipated. He touched his neck curiously, but the white halo seemed to be absent and could not be touched at all.

"The little mouse from the Fairy family is so awesome. Hey, it would be great if my Dahuang was half as smart as him." Then he thought about how this circle was just like the collar he put on Dahuang. But he didn't care, he could

It's good to save your life.

Old Xutou took another puff of dry cigarette, thinking that if the young Master Muyu saved his life, everyone would be happy.

The crop pests in the fields have been eliminated by Mr. Koba, and his rheumatism has also been cured. I feel that nothing in the world is more beautiful than this.

Old Xutou's thoughts are very simple, and he is usually an easily satisfied person.

"Woof woof woof!"

The big yellow dog in the yard suddenly started barking, barking quite fiercely. Old Xu Tou thought of the big yellow dog that only barked randomly, and couldn't help but envy the little mouse that could only talk.

He has lived alone for so many years, and only Rhubarb keeps him company. Unfortunately, Rhubarb cannot speak. It would be great if Rhubarb could talk like the little mouse, and it could also help him relieve his boredom.

"Dahuang, don't bark!" Old Xu Tou said.

But the barking of the big yellow dog didn't stop, and at this moment, familiar footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Eh? Lord Mu Yu, are you back?" Old Xu Tou quickly knocked off the cigarette and then blew the smoke in the room, because Mu Yu just told him not to smoke.

He ran over and was about to open the door, but someone pushed the door in from the outside.

Old Xu Tou looked at the person in front of him and was stunned! This person was not Mu Yu!

"You, you, you are..." Old Xu Tou looked at the person in front of him in horror.

Standing outside the door was actually another old Xutou!

"Don't you even recognize him yourself?" Old Xutou outside the door showed a strange smile. There was no difference between him and Old Xutou, except for his eyes, which were as dark as ink!

What made Old Xu Tou find it unbelievable the most was that the other person outside the door also had a circle of white spiritual energy wrapped around his neck!


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