I Just Want To Be Quiet

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, I will repair the mythical creatures to prevent demons. Master and all the uncles and uncles have the means. Granted."

"Even if something goes wrong, you are sure to get out of your body."

Shi Wanli frowned, but after thinking about it seriously, more than a day has passed now, and Su Zhentian's high-ranking monk must have come to Wanchahai.

Senior Sister Qiao's trip seemed dangerous, but there was sure to be a high-ranking monk sheltered in secret, so there shouldn't be any 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 return 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.

That being the case, just give it to your four junior sisters.

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Another day passed in a blink of an eye.

Sang Village.

Every house is decorated with lanterns and colorful, human skin lanterns are all over the branches, and corpse oil candles shine brightly, and the whole village is filled with corpse anger, resentment, and hatred.

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 of them, guarding the inheritance left by the "curse", are imprisoned in this world for generations, as if they are always bound by heavy shackles.

Different from those fools 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 also a "curse." Because of the "curse", they can jump out of the ordinary vision of Tianwaidao and see another magnificent world, but because of the "curse", they are not only unable to leave this place at all. And watched the superb heritage that ghosts all over the world were crazy about, but couldn'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 for once!

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

These nails were all black, with a touch of dried blood lingering around the tips, emitting a very strong stench, and the nails were covered with a thin layer of mist. The mist seemed to be alive and could not help gathering and dispersing.

If you look closely, you will find that these mists are composed of tiny souls. The souls are extremely painful, but they can't make any noise. They are struggling and wriggling, at first glance, it seems that clouds and mists are spontaneously gathering and dispersing, flowing indefinitely. .

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

The long nail penetrated the coffin unhindered, and the nail pierced the entire coffin. The tip showed a small portion from the other side. The blood stains on it were stained with fresh blood, and the fishy smell was reduced a lot.

The village head didn't hesitate or couldn't bear it. When his eyes touched that bit of fresh blood, he showed a touch of extreme greed, and his subordinates were even more agile: "Du Chengcheng Ming."

"The fate of the town."

"Zhu Chengcheng fate."

"The fate of the town."

"The life of the town..."

Soon, eleven long nails penetrated the entire coffin, and the blood slid down the nail tip, little by little, and when the fresh blood dispersed, 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. 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, immediately afterwards, due to the poisonous solitary solitary life 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 Pei Ling'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 coffin lid..." 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!

At the next moment, Pei Ling reacted suddenly and deceived the village chief. This should be the life of the village chief's son.

The dispute has begun!

At this moment, the village chief suddenly turned around and walked out, playing the bone flute on his lips without stopping, the tune became more and more treacherous, 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 furnace tripods who were sitting upright immediately surrounded them.

Today is the day when the master is overjoyed, so the person dressed as the bridegroom must be the master.

It's just that when they came closer to look, the expressions of the eight Luding suddenly changed. This is not their master!

Outrageous!

A mortal village dared to tease them!

However, just as the killing intent of the eight furnace cauldrons was surging, the village chief's bewitching voice sounded again: "Look carefully, this is your master!"