The complex pavilions at the top of the sedan chair are magnificent and incompatible with this gloomy and desolate tomb.

It is like a phoenix chariot, but the strange wooden coffin that integrates the coffin and sedan chair shows a speechless horror among the various things that seem to be confused about the burial wedding.

No one dared to move around the master brought by General Jiuyou. After digging so long and so many tombs, no one could catch up with such weirdness.

"Ming...Ming Marriage?"

Someone said tremblingly.

General Jiuyou glared at him and scolded: "Dark marriage is a country man who does not understand etiquette and law, and this is a ghost tomb burying the old dynasty. Gan Chao went crazy and thought that the evil here was not enough? Have a ghost marriage here!"

"Raise it!" The old Taoist Tongshen pointed at the shaking cloth curtain.

General Jiuyou subconsciously looked at the golden hook lifting the curtain in the coffin, looking embarrassed. The old Taoist Tongshen looked at the heavy red cloth curtains rising layer by layer, becoming more and more nervous. The paper money in his hand kept spilling, and the yellow and white paper money was thrown into the air, turning into red paper and falling down.

On the forearm, the order of pardon was deeply embedded in the flesh, as if someone was constantly cutting the flesh with a knife and making it into gold thread.

A complex talisman is gradually forming.

But the old Taoist Tongshen's arms were getting heavier and heavier, as if pressing a huge rock, and could not be lifted up at all.

"The things inside are not ghosts and gods!"
Chapter completed!