I am King Gou

However, Qiao Ciguang's attitude was firm, and he replied via voice transmission: "If you don't try it yourself, how will you know if it's true or not? Don't worry, before I go out, Master and all the masters and uncles have methods to prevent demons and ghosts. bestow."

"Even if something happens, I'm sure I'll get out."

Shi Wanli frowned, but after thinking about it seriously, more than a day had passed, Su Zhentian's high-ranking monk must have arrived at the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Pigs.

Senior Sister Qiao's trip seems dangerous, but there will definitely be a high-ranking monk Su Zhentian protecting her secretly, so there shouldn't be any problems.

So, I didn't persuade much.

"Xiangu's kindness, Zicun will never forget it." The village chief came back to his senses and immediately agreed.

As he spoke, he took out the bamboo tube, opened it, and signaled Qiao Ciguang to choose one of the bamboo sticks that seemed to be the same as the others.

Without hesitation, Qiao Ciguang immediately pulled out the stick.

The moment she pulled out the stick, a feeling of icy cold quickly lingered all over her body, as if it was marked by a mark.Qiao Ciguang immediately felt that this sign, although it hadn't happened yet, would take her life immediately when the time came.

"According to previous experience, you have one hour to explain your funeral." The village chief said, "After one hour, you must return to your residence."

"Besides, the funeral will be held tomorrow. At that time, your corpse will need to be dressed up and changed."

"But the weeping lady is dead, and there is no similar manpower in the village. The grooming and mourning matter has to be resolved by Xiangu herself."

Qiao Ciguang hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Through today's funeral, she already knew that as long as she did not violate the fixed rules, nothing would happen if she groomed and cried for the funeral.

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

Another day passed in the blink of an eye.

Mulberry Village.

Every household is decorated with lanterns and festoons, human skin lanterns are hung all over the branches, corpse oil candles are shining brightly, and corpse aura, resentment and hatred permeate the whole village.

However, the joy in the village was even stronger.

The villagers once again gathered at the mansion of the village chief's family.

Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, children were running and playing, and everyone was chatting with each other. In the midst of the excitement, eight beautifully dressed female cultivators came hand in hand.

These eight female cultivators were all dressed up charmingly, dancing with ribbons and jingling rings. When their eyes rolled around, many male villagers could not take their eyes off of them.

It's just that they were arrogant and arrogant, they didn't even look at the crowd, and walked through the crowd to take their seats.

Seeing this scene, the village chief who was standing in the corner nodded slightly. It is good that the eight people around the young master come.

So he turned and walked back.

A moment later, the village chief appeared outside his only son's house. After opening the door, he saw his son standing there motionless, no breath, just an empty shell. His expression was flat, without any surprise or grief.

In the final analysis, this is just a storage tool used to compete for fate.

Not paying much attention to his only son, the village chief walked quickly to the side of the coffin, caressing the body of the coffin, his expression fluctuating.

Young Master, it is in this coffin!

These curse slaves, guarding the inheritance left by the "curse", have been imprisoned in this world for life after life, as if they were bound by heavy shackles all the time.

Unlike those foolish men and women in Zi Village who don't know anything, they only know how to farm and live, and they have no thoughts except food and daily life.

Although the curse slave was originally a mortal, but in the process of serving the "curse", he was gradually affected. He has a long lifespan and knows about cultivation. Why can't he look forward to Shu and hope that he can live forever like the rumored practitioners? Not old, pick up the stars and take the moon, live freely in the world?

It's just the "curse" for success, and the "curse" for failure. Because of the "curse", they were able to jump out of the ordinary world of Tianwai Island and see another magnificent world, but also because of the "curse", they were not only unable to leave this place at all, And I watched helplessly that the supreme inheritance that all the ghosts and monsters in the world were crazy about was in hand, but they couldn't get their hands on it.

But now, the young master is here, and they finally have a chance to get rid of the "curse" and become their own masters once again!

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

These nails were all black, with a trace of dried blood lingering around the tip, exuding an extremely strong stench. The nails were covered with a thin layer of mist, which seemed to be alive and could not stop gathering and dispersing.

If you look carefully, you will find that these fogs are composed of tiny souls. The souls are extremely painful, but they can't make any sound. .

"Jidu will kill you." The village chief murmured in a low voice, and nailed the first long nail into the coffin.

The spike pierced through the coffin without hindrance, and the nail pierced through the entire coffin. A small section of the tip protruded from the other side. The blood stains on it were stained with fresh blood, and the stench became much lighter.

The village chief didn't hesitate or bear it. When his eyes touched the fresh blood, he showed a look of extreme greed, and his subordinates were even more agile: "Du Chengcheng ordered."

"The life of the town."

"Zhu Chengcheng's life."

"The life of the city."

"The Life of the Town"

Soon, eleven long nails pierced through the entire coffin, and blood slipped down along the nail tips. When the fresh bloody smell diffused, the original stench of the nail body was almost gone.

Inside the coffin, the entire body of the village chief's son was nailed to death at the bottom of the coffin by eleven long nails interlaced.

Because it was an empty shell, he didn't respond.

At this moment, the village chief took out a white bone flute, placed it gently on his lips, and then opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of cold soul wind, woo woo woo, the bone flute was blown instantly, making a strange sound .

As soon as the flute sounded, the son of the village chief in the coffin instantly opened his pale eyes!

However, right after that, due to the extreme poison of Youji Suppressing Life Pill, his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move at all.

At the same time, under the control of the system, Pei Ling also opened his eyes and stood up on the spot.

The village head 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 problem at all.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling felt extremely nervous.

But seeing the village chief staring at him for a long time, as if he didn't recognize his identity at all, he was secretly relieved.

"Fortunately, he didn't open the lid of the coffin." Pei Ling secretly rejoiced. At this moment, he suddenly felt that an indescribable but extremely important force suddenly merged into his body!

The next moment, Pei Ling suddenly realized that he had tricked the village chief, which should have divided the fate of the village chief's son.

The fight for the road has begun!

At this moment, the village head suddenly turned around and walked out, the bone flute played on his lips continued to play, the tune became more and more strange, and the rhythm became more and more rapid.

Under the control of the system, Pei Ling immediately followed up

After a while, the two came to the main hall.

"Master!" The eight furnace cauldrons who were sitting upright immediately surrounded him.

Today is the day of great joy for the master, so the person dressed as the groom must be the master.

It's just that, when they walked closer and took a closer look, the faces of the eight furnace cauldrons suddenly changed, this is not their master!

Outrageous!

How dare a mortal village dare to tease them!

However, just as the murderous intentions of the eight furnaces surged, the village chief's bewitching voice sounded again: "Look carefully, this is your master!"