My master is invincible

Chapter 1952 Eight Immortals (34)

With my voice landing.

Uncle Huang, Great Elder, He Lao, Zhuge Qingming and Wang Muyang hurriedly moved a few steps towards me.

I understand what they mean, they are planning to follow me to the mourning hall.

Naturally, I will not refuse, after all, these people can be said to be the most accomplished coffin bearers present.

However, there are only five people, and there are still three people short.

At this moment, Uncle Huang spoke up. He said, "Village Chief, my son has the strength to call him, and he should be able to help."

As soon as the words came out, Huang Hao quickly came over and said with a smile: "Ninth brother, count me in, I am determined to become a man like you."

I nodded as a promise.

Huang Hao immediately moved a few steps towards me.

"Palace Master, I recommend someone to you, who will definitely satisfy you." The Great Elder also spoke.

I nodded, no matter what kind of person the Great Elder recommends, he has to follow me to the mourning hall.After all, this bit of face should be given to the Great Elder.

And the Great Elder hooked his fingers to the back.

Soon, a person came out from behind. This person was 27 or [-] years old, and his appearance was quite mediocre, but his pair of eyes were very deep, which made one glance and never forget.

The Great Elder explained him to me: "Master, this man is only 27 years old, but he has been working as a coffin bearer for 15 years."

27 years old, working for 15 years?
In other words, he started doing this at the age of 12?

To be honest, I don't believe it.

After carrying coffins for so many years, the youngest is Chen Erbei, and he has been doing this since he was 15 years old.

Fortunately, there is even a 12-year-old who started to carry the coffin.

Isn't this just bullshit.

Calculated according to the current school age, 12 years old has not graduated from primary school.

The Great Elder seemed to know that I didn't believe it, so he smiled and said, "Palace Master, don't believe me, this man is my closed disciple, Han Qiu, who both died of his parents when he was young, and has been following me since he was 12 years old. I also know that my body is weak, and many things are taken care of by him."

Just as the Great Elder was speaking, Han Qiu came over, first bent over to the Great Elder, and then called out, "Master."

Then he bent towards me, and called out respectfully, "Palace Master."

I took this opportunity to take a look at Han Qiu. He is a very simple person, except for a pair of eyes, there is nothing special about him.

Although I was a little dissatisfied in my heart, the Great Elder had already spoken, so I naturally couldn't refuse, so I nodded, as acquiescence.

Seeing me nodding, Han Qiu didn't speak, and moved a few steps towards me.

At this moment, Zhuge Qingming also spoke. He smiled and said, "Since everyone has found someone, I'll join in the fun."

While speaking, he pulled a middle-aged man next to him, and said with a smile: "Master, this man is the most powerful person in our Zhuge family except me, and he has already practiced the hyphenation spell to the second stage. As for coffin-carrying, he has more experience than me, and the coffins in his hands have at least three digits, even my dead uncle Zhuge Qing, I have to give him some respect."

Ok!

Zhuge Qingming had already reached this point, so I had no choice but to nod and say, "Okay!"

After confirming the eight people, I didn't stay in the main room for long, so I led them straight to the mourning hall.

Due to the previous scene, the journey from the hall to the mourning hall was covered in blood, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a road of blood.

Therefore, the group of us walked very slowly. We walked for a minute in a short distance of more than ten meters.

When I reached the entrance of the mourning hall, I frowned. The location of the entrance of the mourning hall was actually covered with a white cloth. More importantly, there was a fight on this side before.

However, there was no trace of blood on the white cloth.

Heck.

What's the situation?
Why is there no blood on it?

Logically speaking, there should be more or less bloodstains on the white cloth!

Zhuge Qingming and the others seemed to have noticed this strangeness, Zhuge Qingming frowned: "Palace Master, I'm afraid it's not easy to enter this mourning hall."

"That's right, as the old saying goes, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon." The Great Elder also said such a sentence at the side.

Listening to what they said, I didn't speak, I reached out and touched the white cloth.

The feeling of starting is very soft, like touching high-grade fabrics.

But, the next second, my heart sank.

The reason is that I reached out to lift the cloth, but the cloth didn't seem to respond at all.

No, strictly speaking, I clearly felt that the fabric was lifted.

However, what the eyes saw was that the cloth was still hanging there intact, motionless.

"Palace Master, what's the matter?" Zhuge Qingming asked hastily.

I didn't say anything, I just glanced at the white cloth.

He came back to his senses, and quickly touched the white cloth.

In just three seconds, Zhuge Qingming withdrew his hand, his expression froze, "It's strange, what's going on with this white cloth, how can it be so miraculous."

As soon as his words came out, the Great Elder, Uncle Huang, Mr. He, Wang Muyang and others touched the white cloth one by one.

Immediately afterwards, everyone present was puzzled.

The Great Elder said in a low voice: "Palace Master, is this a trick?"

I shook my head, "It's not like blindfolding. Ordinary blindfolding can only confuse people's eyes and create illusions in the brain. It will never produce such a realistic feeling."

"If it's not a blindfold, then what are we seeing?" the elder muttered, then looked at Han Qiu, smiled and said, "Qiu'er, what do you think?"

Hearing this, I immediately understood that Han Qiu presumably knew what was going on.

Otherwise, the Great Elder would never ask Han Qiu at this juncture.

If I guessed right, the Great Elder wanted Han Qiu to behave by my side.

This old thing really does not shy away from relatives.

I muttered something in my heart, and looked at Han Qiu without saying anything.

But seeing, Han Qiu frowned, stretched out his hand to pull the white cloth, and then squatted down, sniffed it, and said in a low voice, "Master, Palace Master, there is a very faint smell of coriander on it."

Cilantro smell?

How can there be coriander smell on this white cloth?

I frowned and asked Han Qiu, "What's going on?"

He looked up at me, and didn't speak directly, but looked at his master, the Great Elder.

This embarrassed me, I really didn't know what to say, and the elder was also full of embarrassment, and said to me: "Palace Master, please forgive me, my apprentice is a muscle, only listen to me as a master, others I can’t hear a word of it.”

While speaking, the Great Elder looked at Han Qiu and reprimanded him: "Qiu'er, master is old and can't take care of you. From now on, you will follow the Palace Master, no matter what the Palace Master says, you will listen to it. Even if the palace lord tells you to die, you still have to listen to the palace lord."

(End of this chapter)