Global Reincarnation: Spending 1 billion at the beginning

The criss-crossing ink lines that hit the coffin suddenly lit up, like a large net emitting golden light, tightly suppressing the coffin board.

Boom! The coffin board fell back, and the things inside seemed unwilling to give up, lifting the coffin again. This time the force seemed to be much greater, and the golden ink thread net was almost broken.

A ferocious face emerged from the coffin, and Old Man Ren lifted up a corner of the coffin, trying to get out. Bah! As soon as it came into contact with those golden ink lines, the ink lines emitted a blast, which fell on Ren like an electric current.

On the old man.

Old Master Ren's face was grim with pain, and he trembled all over. He lost strength and was pressed back by the coffin board.

boom!

The coffin board fell again, and the surroundings returned to silence.

The strange thing is that there were huge noises in the mourning hall one after another, which made the two lambs at the door bleat repeatedly, but no one who was sleeping in the house was awakened and got up to check, not even Uncle Jiu.

In the room, a dark figure stood in front of Wencai, with a hand slowly reaching towards his head.

Luo Yun patted Wencai's face and said, "Wencai, wake up."

Seeing that Wencai was still asleep, Luo Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his right hand high, and gave him a hard slap.

Snap!!

Half of Wencai's face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still slept like a dead pig.

Are you still awake? I'm afraid someone has cast a spell on you. Someone is indeed causing trouble in the dark.

In fact, not long ago, Luo Yun suddenly felt sleepy, but then he was awakened by the sound of the coffin caused by Old Master Ren's struggle.

It seems that because he has a strong physique, the hypnotic technique cannot fully work on him.

Luo Yun was about to leave, but before leaving, he caught a glimpse of Wencai's face that was swollen like a steamed bun, stopped and raised his hand again.

Snap!!

Looking at the two symmetrical steamed buns on Wencai's face, Luo Yun, who was petty and slightly obsessive-compulsive, nodded with satisfaction and left.

Even though there was a layer of paper through the window, Luo Yun could still clearly see that although Mr. Ren struggled twice in the coffin, Luo Yun reminded him that there was no flaw in the coffin, and the two struggles were fruitless.

He sat in the room and stared at the mourning hall, wanting to see what the person behind the scenes who controlled all of this would do next.

About an hour later, the door of Yizhuang was pushed open, and two sneaky figures got in.

"Mahou, is what you said true? Did Mr. Ren really have a lot of burial objects?" A short, middle-aged fat man with uncontrollable panic on his face. Obviously, he was not interested in such things as breaking into the mourning hall at night.

Resistant..

Next to him was a thin man with a horse face. The horse face said: "Why are you so cowardly? What are you afraid of the dead?"

"But……"

"But shit, fat man, do you still want to sleep with Xiao Taohong and take Fushou ointment?" Mahoulian slapped him on the head.

When the fat man heard about Xiaotaohong and Fushou Ointment, he immediately became energetic and said, "Mahou, you are right."

Ma Hou nodded with satisfaction and said: "Look for it quickly, Mr. Ren's longevity materials are the most valuable and easy to find."

As he said that, Mahou's eyes lit up, he pointed at Mr. Ren's coffin and said, "It must be this one."

The two walked to Mrs. Ren's coffin. The fat man saw the dense ink lines on Mrs. Ren's coffin. He was a little frightened and hesitated, and did not dare to step forward.

"Trash!" Ma Hou pushed the fat man and said: "The coffin will be opened later, I will get the things, and then we will leave without anyone noticing. It is said that when Mr. Ren died, he was buried with a pair of huge gold rings.

Gold is very precious."

But he thought in his heart that I would hide three or five treasures from him later, and then divide the rest.

"What are you doing standing still? Help me!" Ma Hou pushed the coffin board and said.

The fat man shrank his neck and said, "There are red lines on the outside of this coffin, it looks really oozing."

"I wonder why you are so useless." Ma Houyou said impatiently. "If that's the case, then get out of here. I'll enjoy Mrs. Ren's longevity all by myself. I'm even happier."

Fatty Na was willing to do this, suppressing the fear in his heart, and stood aside to help.

"I'll count one, two, three, let's work hard together." Ma Hou said. "One, two, three, get up!"

Click!

The coffin made a sound and opened a small gap. They both felt happy.

"Try harder! One, two, three!" The two finally lifted the coffin board, leaving the old man's body completely exposed to the air.

"Hey... Ma Hou, didn't you say that Mr. Ren has been dead for twenty years, why... why is he not dead at all?" the fat man said in horror.

Ma Hou stretched out his hand and slapped us in the face, saying: "What a spicy guy, you are trying to curse us, right? Hurry up and get to work, you will be happy tonight."

Ma Hou looked at the corpse that had not rotted at all, and felt a little scared. He glanced around and saw the large gemstone ring on the old man's finger.

"That's it!" Mahou's eyes lit up, and he automatically ignored the corpse's weird long nails. He got half of his body into the coffin, pulled the corpse's finger, and started to rub the ring.

"Wow, it's so big," there were at least five or six rings. Seeing that the fat man didn't pay attention, Ma Hou quietly stuffed two into his arms. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of chattering teeth.

He looked up strangely and saw that the fat man's face was twisted and his cheeks were trembling, as if he was frightened by something.

"Fat man, what's wrong with you?" Ma Hou followed the fat man's gaze and was instantly frightened to death.

At some point, Mrs. Ren's eyes opened and she looked at him coldly.

"Ah!" Mahou was so frightened that he lost control of his crotch, and he stood up and was about to run away. Suddenly, his wrist tightened, and when he lowered his head, he saw that his wrist was tightly grasped by the corpse.

"Ghost!" The fat man reacted and turned around to run away without caring about the good brothers beside him.

"Don't... Fatty, save me... ah..." Mr. Ren grabbed the monkey, opened his big mouth, and stabbed the two long fangs into the monkey's neck, and his throat kept surging.

After a while, the monkey's blood was sucked dry, and he fell limply to the ground and died.

Mr. Ren jumped up from the coffin, jumped forward, and actually jumped a distance of two or three meters. He had just sucked the blood of a person, which greatly increased his strength.

Mr. Ren jumped to the door and glanced at the two lambs tied at the door. There were live bodies not far away. He now looked down on these two beasts and jumped in the direction of the fat man.

After a while, a shrill scream came from the distance.

After Mr. Ren left, Luo Yun quietly followed him. He had no desire to save scumbags like Ma Lian and Fatty who wanted to die, and he had no obligation to save them.

He planned to follow Mr. Ren to see if he could follow the zombie and find the person behind it.