As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

The villagers felt a little uncomfortable, and then directed Jiang Ming and others: "Then you carry the coffin. It is a gift from the high priest. You have to carry it for me and don't let it fall."

"By the way, once you lift it, you can't put it down, otherwise it will be an insult to the high priest."

In the barrier, the high priest knocked on the barrier frantically and shouted loudly.

Seeing that no one responded to him, he couldn't help but feel strange.

What exactly is this barrier? Why can't you even knock it?

No one outside heard him.

Then he sighed again.

He finally found someone with profound spiritual power. Now, he couldn't just draw water in a bamboo basket and find a chance to get out.

After thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up.

He has an idea.

Just wait and see, he will definitely absorb all the spiritual power!

When the villagers said this, Jiang Ming and the others couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

"I'm here to help you, not to obey you. I'm not your servant. Why should I listen to you like this?"

Sikong Wuyuan looked at the villagers and said: "Not to mention this one coffin, I can lift ten coffins, but your attitude is really annoying. Why don't you try a different attitude?"

By the end, he could no longer talk to this person calmly.

What he had in mind was very clear.

If the other person is not knowledgeable at all, then he doesn't mind teaching the other person how to do things.

The villagers did not expect Jiang Ming and others to be so difficult to deal with. With the attitude that more troubles are worse than less troubles, he smiled slightly and said: "Three adults, it is indeed my fault. My attitude just now was indeed a bit bad. Now, I ask you to move the coffin, is that okay?"

"But this coffin weighs thousands of kilograms. Don't talk too much. It will be bad if you shoot yourself in the foot."

There was obviously a hint of sarcasm in these words, and he held a breath in his heart.

He felt that he had to vent his anger no matter what. As for the target of his venting, it naturally had to be the person who had just angered him.

The village chief couldn't help but feel proud as he was helped to the stage of the sacrificial ceremony.

Later, he would watch the three of them, the savior, kneel down and beg him. The anger he had just suffered was not in vain, and he didn't want these three people to get any good results.

While he was thinking this, Jiang Ming and the other three were taken to a dark kiln by the villagers. The kiln was filled with the smell of blood.

He couldn't help but frown.

How many people died here?

As soon as they entered the kiln, they saw a huge coffin.

After taking a look at the coffin, Jiang Ming understood what the villager said.

He originally thought that the villager was just bluffing, but he didn't expect it to be true. He also felt that the other person was exaggerating.

This thing may weigh tens of thousands of kilograms, let alone a thousand kilograms.

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help but frown and said, "What are you using for such a big coffin?"

The villager suddenly became very proud.

"This coffin contains high priests from all ages. There are all kinds of spiritual powers inside, which are extremely strong."

After praising him, he became wary again.

"Don't even think about absorbing the spiritual power inside. It's simply impossible. Don't disturb the corpses of the high priests, otherwise you will be in trouble when the time comes."

Regarding this, Yuan Hehe only found it funny and said: "Do we still need the spiritual power of you high priests? We have it ourselves and will not covet other people's spiritual power."

"I hope so. Don't let us see it then. When the time comes, it won't just be as simple as the death penalty."

The villagers were skeptical about this, with sneers on their lips.

Jiang Ming quickly calmed down the atmosphere and said, "Let's not talk about this for now. Let's carry the coffin first. Isn't the ceremony about to begin? If the coffin cannot be carried by then, the ceremony will also not be able to start, right?"

"Indeed," the villagers said quickly, "Hurry up, I don't want anything to go wrong with the ceremony."

"When the time comes, everyone in the village will have to blame me. The villagers are just hoping that today's ceremony will go smoothly."

What a shocking superstition.

Yuan Hehe complained secretly, and then followed Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan to start lifting the coffin.

But they found that the coffin seemed to be very light and not as heavy as the villagers said.

Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe both thought that all the weight was on Jiang Ming, so they all looked at him.

Unexpectedly, he lifted the coffin with a relaxed expression.

Seeing the look in the two people's eyes, he said strangely: "Hurry up, lift up, what are you thinking? Why did you stop suddenly?"

Sikong Wuyuan and Yuan Hehe touched their chins, feeling very confused.

According to the villagers, this coffin should be very heavy. How could it be so light?

This villager should not tell lies, after all, they have held more than one ceremony.

Now, the coffin suddenly became lighter. Could it be that there was something wrong with the people inside?

As the two of them thought about it, their thoughts became more and more outrageous, and they began to become nervous.

Jiang Ming noticed something was wrong between the two of them, guessed something, and said quickly: "I added spiritual power to it, and it became lighter. It's not the people inside who have problems, don't worry."

Hearing Jiang Ming's words, the two of them couldn't help but be shocked.

Their spiritual power can reduce some weight, but not that much.

How did His Highness the Savior do it? This weight is really too light! How much spiritual power does it take to do this?

What's more, His Highness the Savior is still so relaxed, without any fatigue at all.

What is this amazing ability?

Thinking of this, both of them couldn't help but feel envious, but they also felt lucky at any time.

Fortunately, they were on the same team as His Highness the Savior, otherwise, they would still be suffering now.

Just thinking about it, they had been guided to the door by the villagers. The villagers were very satisfied with their actions, and then nodded and said: "You are really talented in carrying coffins. I think you can stay in the village."

"Wait until the annual ceremony, when you can all carry out the coffin."

"What? Are you treating us as bearers?"

Jiang Ming frowned, a little unhappy.

Now that they were cooperating with each other, they were just trying to make fun of each other. Unexpectedly, the other party was trying to get in trouble with each other, which he didn't want to do.

Hearing that his tone was wrong, the villagers quickly changed the subject and said: "Isn't this just a casual comment? It's just a joke. Don't mind me. How can I really treat you as bearers? You are our guests."

"Now you are a guest. When you were aggressive just now, you were not like this."

Yuan Hehe said sarcastic words, but the coffin in his hand did not fall.