I just want to be quiet

Chapter 595 The battle begins. (The third one! Please subscribe!)

However, Qiao Ciguang’s attitude was firm, and the sound transmission replied: “If you don’t try it yourself, how do you know if it is true or not? Don’t worry, before I go out, to prevent the Demon Cultivator from ghosts, Master and all the teachers and uncles have the means. Granted.”

“Even if something happens, you are sure to get out of your body.”

Shi Wanli furrowed his brows, but after thinking about it, more than a day has passed. Su Zhentian’s high rank cultivator must have come to Wanhuihai.

Senior Sister Qiao’s trip seems dangerous, but there is sure to be a high-rank cultivator in secret, so there should be no problems.

Therefore, I did not persuade him much.

“Xiangu’s kindness, Zi Village is unforgettable.” The village head returned to his senses and immediately responded.

As he said, he took out the bamboo tube, opened it, and signaled Qiao Ciguang to choose one of the bamboo sticks that seemed to be indistinguishable from the others.

Qiao Ciguang did not hesitate, and immediately drew the lottery.

The moment she drew out this lottery, a sense of icy cold lingered all over her body quickly, as if it were a mark. Qiao Ciguang suddenly felt that this mark, although it hasn’t happened for a while, but as soon as the hour arrives, her life will be taken immediately.

“According to previous experience, you have an hour’s time to explain the funeral.” The village chief said, “After an hour, you must go back to your residence.”

“In addition, the funeral will be held tomorrow. At that time, you will need to dress up and change your clothes.”

“But the crying bereaved is dead, and there is no similar manpower in the village. This is a matter of grooming the crying bereaved, and she still has to solve it by herself.”

Qiao Ciguang hesitated, then agreed.

Through today’s funeral, she already knows that as long as it doesn’t violate the fixed rules, there will be no accidents.

In that case, just hand it over to own four juniors.

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Another day passed in a blink of an eye.

Sang Village.

Every house is decorated with lanterns, human skin lanterns are hung all over the branches, and corpse oil candles are shining brightly. Corpse anger, resentment, and hatred pervade the entire village.

However, the joy in the village has become even stronger.

The villagers once again gathered in the mansion of the village chief’s house.

Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, children ran and frolicked, everyone chatted, and at the time of the excitement, eight beautiful and beautiful female sisters came together.

The eight female nuns were all dressed up, dancing with ribbons and wearing jingle bells. As their eyes flowed, many of the male villagers looked intently.

It’s just that they are arrogant and arrogant.

Watching this scene, the village chief standing in the corner nodded slightly, and the eight people around the son would be fine when they came.

So he turned and walked back.

After a while, the village chief appeared outside his only son’s house. After opening the door, he saw his son staying on the spot motionless, with no aura, but an empty shell. His expression was plain, without the slightest surprise or sorrow.

After all, this is just a storage tool used to fight for life.

Not caring much about his only son, the village chief walked quickly to the coffin and stroked the body with his hands, his expression fluctuating.

The son, in this coffin!

These curse slaves, guarding the inheritance left by the “curse”, have been imprisoned here for generations and generations, as if they were always bound by heavy shackles.

Different from those foolish husbands and wives who don’t know anything in the village of Catalpa, they only know how to spend their days farming, life and death, food and daily life, and have no thoughts.

Although the curse slave was originally a mortal, he was gradually affected in the process of serving the “curse”. He had a longevity and knew about the cultivation. How could he not long to look forward to Shu, and hope that he could live like a cultivator in the rumors. Not old, take the stars and take the moon, be happy in the world?

It’s just that success is a curse, and defeat is a curse. Because of the curse, they can jump out of the ordinary horizon of Tianwaidao and see another magnificent world, but because of the curse, they cannot leave this place at all. Moreover, watching the superb inheritance that Ghost is crazy about in the world is in hand, but can’t get rid of it.

But now that the son is here, they finally have a chance to get rid of the shackles of the “curse” and become their own masters!

After calming down, the village chief carefully took out twelve nails that were several feet long.

These nails are all black, with a touch of dried blood lingering around the tips, emitting a very strong stench, and there is a thin layer of mist on the nails. The mist is like alive and can’t help gathering and dispersing.

If you look closely, you will find that these mists are made up of tiny Hun and Po. Hun and Po are extremely painful, but they can’t make any noise. They are struggling and squirming like crazy. , The circulation is uncertain.

“Jidu is dead.” The village head whispered, and he nailed the first long nail into the coffin.

The long nail penetrated the coffin without hindrance, and the nail pierced the entire coffin forcibly, and a small portion of the tip revealed from the other side. The blood stains on it were stained with fresh blood, and the fishy smell was reduced a lot.

The village chief did not hesitate or could not bear the slightest, but when his eyes touched that bit of fresh blood, he showed a touch of extreme greed, and his subordinates were even more agile: “Du Cheng Cheng Ming.”

“The fate of the town.”

“Zhu Chengcheng fate.”

“The fate of the town.”

“The life of the town…”

Soon, the eleven long nails penetrated the entire coffin, and the blood slid down the nail tip, little by little. When the fresh blood was diffused, the original smell of the nail was almost non-existent.

In the coffin, the entire body of the village chief’s son was staggered and nailed to the bottom of the coffin by eleven long nails.

Because it was an empty shell, he did not respond.

At this moment, the village chief took out a white-colored bone flute and placed it gently on his lips. After that, he opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of cold soul wind, oooooo, the bone flute was blown instantly, making a strange sound .

The flute sounded, and the village chief’s son in the coffin instantly opened his pale eyes!

However, shortly afterwards, due to the poison of You Ji Zhen Ming Pill, he was limp and unable to move at all.

At the same time, Peiling also opened his eyes under the control of the system, and then stood up on the spot.

The village chief nodded slightly, because Peiling’s actions were exactly the same as the instructions he gave with the bone flute, and there was no hesitation in the middle, so he didn’t notice any problems at all.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling’s heart was extremely nervous.

But seeing that the village chief stared at him for a long time, and didn’t seem to recognize his identity at all, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fortunately, he didn’t open the lid of the coffin…” Pei Ling was secretly grateful in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt that, in the dark, an indescribable but extremely important force suddenly integrated into his body!

The next moment, Pei Ling reacted suddenly and deceived the village head. This should be the life of the village head’s son.

The dispute has begun!

At this moment, the village chief suddenly turned around and walked out, playing on the bone flute around his lips without stopping, the tune became more and more weird, and the rhythm became more rapid.

And Pei Ling, under the control of the system, immediately moved to keep up…

After a while, the two came to the main hall.

“Master!” The eight Human Cauldrons who were sitting down immediately surrounded them.

Today is a day for the master to rejoice, so the person dressed as the bridegroom must be the master.

However, when they stepped closer, the eight Human Cauldron’s expressions suddenly changed. This is not their master!

Outrageous!

A mortal village dared to tease them!

However, just as the killing intent of the eight Human Cauldrons surged, the village chief’s bewitching voice sounded again: “Look carefully, this is your master!”