As he spoke, Chen Tiejia pursed his lips and looked outside the official residence.

At this moment, two government guards happened to pass by carrying a stone coffin with densely packed talisman seals on it.

"What is this?"

"Snow demon...a very rare demon ghost...generally only found in a very few ancient tombs..." Chen Tiejia whispered.

The Snow Demon is a kind of demon that was born in the cold winter. Its origin and identity are still a mystery that is constantly debated in the academic circles.

This kind of monster is extremely rare. Wherever it goes, it is covered in ice for hundreds of miles, and ordinary real fire cannot break it away.

In ancient times, if a thousand-year-old family had a tomb, they would spend a huge price to capture the snow demon, bury it as a companion, and seal it under the tomb. This would protect the body from decay and protect the integrity of the tomb.

Therefore, even among the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang, the snow demon is an extremely rare ghost.

"Last night, she was found in Langdang Mountain...someone could see that she was lit by two candles..." Chen Tiejia whispered.

"Two candles lit up the snow demon!?" Li Mo's eyes darkened.

Even the ordinary fire spells of Tianshi Mansion cannot cause any damage to this kind of monster. Only two candles can light the snow monster!?

"So..." Chen Tiejia couldn't help but sigh.

"No matter how cold you are, you can't stand two..."

"Um!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, then his expression became extremely strange, and he looked at Chen Tiejia faintly.

"Um... sir... I mean... there have been a lot of weird things recently... ugh... what a pity for this snow demon..."

"What is this for?" Li Mo looked at the sarcophagus and couldn't help but ask.

"Lord Jokate said...don't waste it...even the body is worth a lot of money...hehe...does your lord know the taste of the Nine Heavens of Ice?"

Chen Tiejia grinned, revealing an extremely ambiguous smile.

"What are you talking about? Lao Gu is really good at making money..."

Li Mo rolled his eyes and looked at the sarcophagus subconsciously, with a look of exploration in his eyes.

"My lord...my lord..."

At this moment, Chen Tiejia called out twice, bringing Li Mo back from his thoughts.

"By the way, you have been keeping a close eye on me recently. If there is any trouble in the deserted hills of Beimang, please tell me." Li Mo said seriously.

"I understand, little one."

Chen Tiejia nodded solemnly and watched Li Mo walk towards Gu Changan's official residence.

…

It's late at night.

The moon is like the eyes of a fox, looking at the world indifferently.

Among the hundreds of thousands of barren hills, in a cold and lonely mountain, there is a red copper coffin suspended in a quiet stone stream, with strange runes engraved on it.

In front of the coffin, two pale candles glowed brightly, without any warmth. They were as cold as ice, but they burned so hard that the surrounding void was distorted.

"Ying Gou, your [Red Sky Bronze Coffin] is getting more and more powerful. It is worthy of being a holy weapon forged by swallowing a hundred thousand blood spirits!"

At this moment, a scornful and indifferent voice resounded in the quiet stone stream.

Immediately afterwards, a man walked in the moonlight. He was wearing a robe, as if he was in the shadow, his figure was blurry, like a dream.

"Mr. Meng, why did you come all the way from the capital?"

Suddenly, a hoarse and deep voice came from the [Red Sky Bronze Coffin].

"Why do you ask questions knowingly? His Highness Seventeenth sent me here, naturally to help you..."

The mysterious man known as Mr. Meng spoke softly.

"Help me? I don't understand what this means..."

"Ying Gou, His Highness Seventeen has known you for a long time. You should not hide it from him..."

Mr. Meng sneered: "Beisha Xuanzhang is missing..."

Rumble…

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying demonic aura rose into the sky, shattering the surrounding void, and the terrifying power almost shook the barren mountains.

"You don't need to be like this... This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you... After all, you are a disciple of Beisha Xuanzhang... If you can get help from His Highness Seventeenth..."

"You are the new owner of Beiman Mountain!"

Buzz…

There was a strange fluctuation in the red sky copper coffin, and the runes on it seemed to come alive, twisting and wriggling.

"How can he help me!?"

"The world is so vast... I'm afraid the person who can help you the most is His Highness Seventeenth..."

"How to say!?"

The hoarse and low voice came from the [Red Sky Bronze Coffin] again, revealing a hint of calmness and curiosity.

"You want to inherit the mantle of the Demon Immortal and become the new master of Beiman Mountain... This matter is not difficult for His Highness Seventeenth..." Mr. Meng sneered.

"After all, his relationship with Beisha Xuanzhang is extraordinary."

"What's the meaning?"

The voice in Chitian's copper coffin became a little impatient.

Mr. Meng smiled mysteriously when he heard this: "The corpse turned into a demon... Do you know where the predecessor of Beisha Xuanzhang came from!?"

"You know!?"

Ying Gou blurted out that the origin of any corpse demon is its biggest secret.

Xuanzhang, the evil spirit of the North, became the Taoist through her corpse, and no one knows her secret.

"Of course I know..." Mr. Meng lowered his voice.
Chapter completed!