General: Start The Demon King, Get The Editing System

Xia Feng spread his hands like a scoundrel: "There is no rule that you can't use your fists, right?" Cheng

Tianmen covered his eyes that were already red to purple, without the appearance of the worldly master just now.

"Old man, don't stop the porcelain work without that diamond diamond."

Xia Feng picked his nose and looked like he was beaten.

"You !!"

Cheng Tianmen covered his chest, afraid that his heart would jump out in the next second.

"Let's go, come home with me, I'll bandage you for you."

Xia Feng sighed and grabbed Cheng Tianmen's shoulders.

"Hmph!"

The old man snorted, still unwillingly following.

As soon as they returned to the funeral club, the two felt a cold wind rushing towards them.

Chen Linger and Zhao Xiyu were holding a quilt and confronting each other.

When he saw the summer breeze, Zhao Xiyu snorted coldly.

"Who did you bring here again this time?"

Xia Feng shook his head a little innocently, "I ran into a grandpa in the corridor and accidentally knocked his eyes."

"Come in, why are you shy when you are such a big person?"

He pulled Cheng Tianmen in.

Chen Linger's face changed, and she shouted in disbelief: "Elder Cheng?!" "

Ahem."

Cheng Tianmen coughed a little embarrassed, and quickly turned his head to look into the distance.

"Yo, you know each other?"

Xia Feng was interested and looked at Chen Linger.

"Of course."

There was irrepressible admiration in her eyes: "One of the three pillars of the Capture Light, the Sword God who guards the gate of the country, the man known as the Sword God!"

"Ahem, don't say it."

Old Cheng Tianmen's face turned red and he coughed and said.

Chen Linger, who has always been cold, began to talk endlessly about her experience.

And the smile in the eyes of Xia Feng beside him became more and more intense.

"Elder Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Cheng Tianmen's swollen eyes, Chen Linger asked worriedly.

"Nothing, accidentally tripped over the steps on the way."

Steps?

Chen Linger was dumbfounded and looked at him stunned.

That Elder Cheng, no matter how powerful the evil ghost was, only needed a sword, actually tripped over the steps?

What kind of steps is this?

And heavenly reason, and royal law?

Xia Feng's eyelids jumped, and he looked at Cheng Tianmen quietly.

At this age, I specially ran over....

A fine light flashed in Xia Feng's eyes, and he quickly poured him a cup of tea: "Hehe, Cheng Lao, drink tea and drink tea."

"Hmph!"

Cheng Tianmen snorted angrily, as if he was still minding the sneak attack of the summer breeze.

"Elder Cheng, this is my company's business card."

"This is my employee sledgehammer, this is the new apprentice Ling'er."

Xia Feng cleared his throat and said seriously: "Our company has always stood proudly at the top of the industry with professional quality, meticulous process, Eastern crying grave, Western Amen, or Asia, Africa and Latin America coffin carrying services are everything, only you can't think of it, there is nothing we can't do." "

In this set of words, he used pure fire.

This kind of old man and old lady are all his potential customers.

Cheng Tianmen almost sprayed the summer breeze with a sip of tea.

He quickly patted his chest and was almost completely sent away by this sentence.

"Xia Feng, don't you know why I'm here?"

Cheng Tianmen looked at Xia Feng and said, "Join the light."

"Come to my door, let you make two turns within two years, enter the sword skill within five years, and break through three turns in ten years."

He finally threw his olive branch.

Hearing this, Chen Linger was stunned.

Elder Cheng came this time to take the summer wind as an apprentice?!

You know, there are countless Tianjiao who want to be Cheng Tianmen's apprentices in the capture, but none of them are in the picture.

I thought that this stunt would be brought into the coffin.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Tianmen actually ran here specifically for the summer breeze!

She was a little unacceptable.

"Sorry, I refuse."

However, what made her three views even more broken was that Xia Feng actually refused.

"Summer breeze!"

Chen Linger quickly grabbed him.

"Give me a reason."

Cheng Tianmen asked in a deep voice.

Xia Feng shrugged his shoulders and looked around: "I like it here, I don't feel bad every night without touching the corpse to sleep."

Cheng Tianmen smiled slightly, and slowly spoke: "Then what if I can tell you the truth about the disappearance of the owner of this funeral club?"

As soon as the words came out, the three people's pupils shrank.

Xia Feng's expression sank, and his eyes solemnly looked at Cheng Tianmen.

"How do you know?"

You must know that Chen Linger just told him that Xia Ye's disappearance may be caused by a ghost weapon.

And Cheng Tianmen and his own life have no intersection at all, let alone know that the owner of this funeral club is someone else.

"It's simple."

Cheng Tianmen smiled slightly, and said unfathomably: "This place is filled with the smell of eighteen mud plows, and if you think about it, someone has been erased by the world." "

Eighteen mud plows?"

Xia Feng's eyelids jumped.

Cheng Tianmen nodded, leaned forward, and said in a mysterious manner: "Yes, the highest chicken secret of capture."

"Join the catch, I'll tell you."

He whispered, "You know, some team members don't know what the eighteen mud ploughs are until they die.

"Okay, I'll join."

Xia Feng nodded and spoke.

Cheng Tianmen was stunned.

So cheerful?

It was much easier than he had imagined.

Wait a minute.

Cheng Tianmen suddenly thought of something and looked at Xia Feng sharply.

This kid knew from the beginning that he would come over.

So as long as he releases his chips, he will push the boat along the water to join the catch?

His eyelids jumped at the thought of this.

His grandmother's, again calculated.

"Elder Cheng, can you say that?"

Xia Feng blinked and asked.

He didn't expect that Cheng Tianmen could actually feel Xia Ye's disappearance, which saved him trouble.

"Hmph!"

Cheng Tianmen snorted angrily.

For some reason, although Xia Feng promised himself, he was not happy at all.

"Boy, do you know what an eighteen mud plough is?"

Cheng Tianmen asked.

"Eighteen levels of hell."

Cheng Tianmen nodded, "Ah, it's exactly eighteen layers of hell.

"Buddha said: Life sees less days, not more days."

"These eighteen mud ploughs are the heaviest and most terrifying existence in this world. It is divided into fire mud plough and cold mud plow, of which the fire mud plow is a ghost tool and the cold mud plow is a ghost plow.

"Each layer of mud plough has a different effect, and until now, only nine layers of hell have appeared in the world."

"And what can make your daddy erased is the mirror hell in the eighteen mud plows, the mirror book."

Cheng Tianmen smiled, "It is rumored that anyone who is illuminated will be trapped in the evil mirror hell, where they will be tortured by imps and never die. "

Inside the room, there was silence.

"In other words, Natsuno is now trapped in the Mirror Hell, right?"

"That's how it should be."

Cheng Tianmen nodded: "However, the number of times the eighteen mud ploughs appear is too small, and even we know very little about them. This terrifying existence is generally in the hands of the ghost king.

Xia Feng nodded, and then his brows furrowed.

"Why, Xia Ye provoked the Ghost King?"

How could a small undertaker let the Ghost King use such a terrifying ghost weapon?