Thousand Blades of Death

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Lu Xiaofeng shook his head, the expression on his face looked like he was going to vomit, and said, "I once went to see it, and the hall was almost filled with boxes of two feet wide and three feet high, so the dead could not stand, Nor can he lie down, only crouch in the box."

A trace of disgust flashed in Ma Yuan's eyes.

Ximen blowing snow frowned.

Lu Xiaofeng said: "There are not only a lot of such boxes in the hall, but also filled with yellow cloth bags, which are filled with ashes. They transport the ashes once a year, and hang them in the hall before they are transported away."

After listening to Lu Xiaofeng's words, Ma Yuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I thought the Han people are all about being settled in the soil. I didn't expect it to be so open and willing to go to cremation."

Hearing this, the expressions of Lu Xiaofeng and Xi Men blowing snow are slightly strange.

Yes, in fact, the Han people pay attention to burial, why Yan Renying chooses cremation, which is actually not reasonable.

They spent a whole night going back and forth, it is absolutely late at night, but it has no effect on the three people who can night vision. The light in the hall of this crematorium is dim, making the hall itself look like a tomb.

The evening breeze in September was originally cool, but here, it was full of an indescribable stench.

Lu Xiaofeng had been to the eunuch's den and found the smell stinking there, but this place was another kind of smell, strange and terrible. Because this is the stench of carrion. There are still blood on some boxes, dark red blood is slowly flowing out of the cracks in the wood, and no living person is willing to stay here for a moment.

Suddenly, a "boom" sounded, and the board cracked. Someone in the box seemed to be struggling, trying to rush out-is the dead inside resurrected? Even Ximen blowing snow couldn't help but feel that his back was chilling.

Lu Xiaofeng patted his shoulder and grinned reluctantly: "You can rest assured that the dead will not be resurrected."

Xi Men blowing snow sneered.

Ma Yuan opened his face slightly and displeased, "I will never accompany you next time in such a place."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, but his smile would not be pleasant in such a place. He walked between these wooden boxes and muttered, "It's strange, why don't those people even be here?"

Ma Yuan looked at landing Xiaofeng and had a headache.

Some people will talk when they are nervous, but he doesn’t want to think about always talking and sucking these odors into his stomach, would it be a lot more comfortable, but Lu Xiaofeng apparently temporarily forgot these odors, he walked around and said: "They may be burning Zhang Yingfeng's body behind, the only stove here is behind the main hall."

Ma Yuan said lightly: "But there is no temperature here, and the fire in that stove is obviously not very hot!"

"Although not enough!" Someone suddenly sneered after the hall: "But the stove can burn six people at the same time, burning all four of you into fly ash."

These are the two lamas invited by Yan Renying. They wear bronze masks on their faces. They look like evil spirits in this kind of place. They wear yellow cassocks and wear bronze rings everywhere.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled, "It turns out that the lama can't count, we don't have six, only three."

Ma Yuan sneered: "What do you say to these nonsense with them? Don't forget to say it before, the lama is yours."

Lu Xiaofeng still wanted to say something, but these lamas had already started, and the copper ring shocked. They rushed to Ma Yuan, but Ma Yuan lazily looked at Ximen to blow snow, "There is one of you, it looks like I am now You can relax now."

Simon blowing snow sneered, and suddenly pulled his sword. The sword light flashed, stab at a box next to it.

At this same moment, the sound of "Bao" sounded, another wooden box suddenly cracked, and a sword venomously stabbed out, stabbing Lu Xiaofeng's "Gro Point". This sword came too quickly, too shady, and completely unexpected.

While Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand to clamp the blade, Ma Yuan also turned around and pulled out, blocking the two lamas.

At this same moment, with the sound of "chirping", Ximen's sword blowing into the wooden box. A scream was suddenly heard from the wooden box, the plank was flying apart, and a person came straight out.

A dark and skinny person, with a black sword in his hand, blood all over his face. Blood is red.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and said: "It seems that our previous agreement may not be counted!"

"If you want to be lazy, just say it, but I don't want to buy your account. The lama is not mine, nor is the swordsman." Ma Yuan chuckled, and after seeing these four people, his eyes slightly stinked, "will stay It’s really admired me to lie in this place for so long."

Simon Blowing Snow ignored their conversation and said coldly: "Four people, seven eyes."

The man in black escaping from the wooden box had his left eye picked out by the tip of the sword. He wields his black snake sword like crazy, and stabs the nine swords with lightning.

Simon blew the snow coldly: "I didn't want to kill."

His sword flashed again. Just a flash!

These swordsmen did not look very powerful. Lu Xiaofeng turned to look at the lamas, sighed, and said to Ma Yuan: "Then do you intend to stand there doing nothing?"

"Of course there are other things I can do." Ma Yuan suddenly swept up, and his strange body seemed to be able to step on the black sky in vain. He went straight behind the hall, and the light power was so fast and horrible. A few people could only watch him fly by overhead, and even the emptiness of the reaction was too late.

When the two lamas roared, they wanted to pounce on Ma Yuan, "Give me down!"

Lu Xiaofeng had already guessed what Ma Yuan was going to do. At this time, he quickly caught up to block these lamas, "If you want to deal with it, let me deal with Lu Xiaofeng first!"

Behind the fighting thunderbolt, Ma Yuan came to the incinerator in the back without changing his color, and saw two people, one was Zhang Yingfeng who was dead, and the other was Yan Renying who was stabbed.

The arrogant boy's face was disappointed at this time. After seeing Ma Yuan, his expression was even worse.

Ma Yuan waved his hand to help him unlock the acupuncture point, and then glanced at Zhang Yingfeng, said lightly: "Xueer is very worried about you."

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