However, Qiao Ciguang's attitude was firm and he replied through a message: "If you don't try it yourself, how can you know whether it is true or false? Don't worry, before I go out, I will practice some means to prevent evil spirits. Master and all my uncles and uncles have their own means."

Give it."

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

Shi Wanli frowned, but after thinking about it seriously, more than a day had passed, and Su Zhentian's high-level monks must have arrived at Wanbihai.

Senior Sister Qiao's trip may seem dangerous, but there will definitely be high-level monks from Su Zhen Tian protecting her secretly, so there shouldn't be any problems.

So, I didn’t give much advice.

"Xiangu's kindness will never be forgotten by Zi Village." The village chief came to his senses and agreed immediately.

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

Qiao Ciguang didn't hesitate and immediately pulled out the stick.

The moment she pulled out the stick, a feeling of coldness quickly spread throughout her body, as if a mark had been laid. Qiao Ciguang suddenly felt in her heart that although this mark had not yet occurred, it would soon be there when the time came.

Take her life.

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

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

"But the mourning woman is dead and there is no similar manpower in the village. The matter of grooming the mourning woman must be solved by the fairy aunt herself."

Qiao Ciguang hesitated for a moment and then agreed.

Through today's funeral, she already knows that as long as she doesn't violate the fixed rules when it comes to grooming and mourning, nothing will happen.

In this case, just leave it to your four junior sisters.

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Another day passed in the blink of an eye.

Mulberry Village.

Every household was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, human skin lanterns were hung on the branches, corpse oil candles were shining brightly, and corpse aura, resentment and hatred filled the whole village.

However, the joy in the village was even more intense.

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

Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, children ran and played, and everyone chatted. When it was busy, eight beautiful female nuns in beautiful clothes came together.

These eight female nuns were all dressed up in charming ways, with ribbons dancing on their lapels and jingle bells on their rings. As their eyes wandered, many male villagers couldn't take their eyes off them.

But they were so arrogant and proud that they walked through the crowd and took their seats without even looking at the crowd.

Seeing this scene, the village chief standing in the corner nodded slightly. It would be nice if the eight people around the young master came.

So, he turned around and walked toward the back.

A moment later, the village chief appeared outside his only son's house. After opening the door, he saw his son staying motionless on the spot, without any breath, just an empty shell. His expression was calm, without any surprise or sadness.

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 coffin, touching the coffin body with his hand, his expression changing.

Young Master, it’s in this coffin!

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

Unlike those foolish men and women in Zi Village who knew nothing, they only knew how to live by farming, living and dying, and had no thoughts other than eating and drinking.

Although the Curse Slave was originally a mortal, 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 in the hope that he can live forever like the rumored cultivators?

Be immortal, reach for the stars and the moon, and live happily in the world?

It's just that success is a "curse" and failure is a "curse". Because of the "curse", they were able to jump out of the ordinary world of Tianwai Island and see another grand world. However, because of the "curse", not only were they unable to leave this place,

Moreover, he could only watch the ghosts all over the world go crazy for this ultimate inheritance, but he could not get his hands on it.

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

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

These nails were completely black, with a trace of dried blood lingering on their tips, exuding an extremely strong fishy smell. The nails were also covered with a thin layer of mist, which seemed to be alive and kept gathering and dispersing.

If you look carefully, you will find that these mist are composed of tiny souls. The souls are in great pain, but they can't make any sound. They are struggling and squirming crazily. At first glance, it seems that the clouds and mist spontaneously gather and disperse, flowing indefinitely.

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"Jidu suppresses life." The village chief murmured in a low voice and drove the first long nail into the coffin body.

The long nail penetrated the coffin without any hindrance, and forcefully nailed through the entire coffin. A small section of the tip showed through from the other side. The blood stains on it were stained with fresh blood, and the fishy smell was much lighter.

The village chief showed no hesitation or intolerance at all. When his eyes touched that little bit of fresh blood, he revealed a look of extreme greed, and his men became even more agile: "Ducheng Town's life."

"The fate of Haocheng City."

"Zhucheng Ming."

"The fate of the town."

"The fate of the town..."

Soon, eleven long nails penetrated the entire coffin, and blood slid down bit by bit along the nail tips. When the fresh smell of blood spread, the original fishy smell of the nail body was almost gone.

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

Because it was an empty shell, he didn't react at all.

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

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As soon as the flute played, the village chief's son in the coffin instantly opened his pale eyes!

However, immediately afterwards, due to the extremely poisonous nature of the Silence Suppressing Pill, his whole body became limp and he was unable to move at all.

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

The village chief nodded slightly. Since Pei Ling's actions were exactly the same as the instructions he gave with the bone flute, and there was no hesitation in the process, he didn't notice anything wrong at all.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling felt extremely nervous.

But seeing the village chief staring at him for a long time, seemingly not recognizing his identity at all, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, he didn't open the coffin lid..." 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 deceived the village chief, which should have sealed the fate of the village chief's son.

The fight for the road has begun!

At this moment, the village chief suddenly turned around and walked out. The bone flute played by his lips did not stop, the tune became more and more weird, and the rhythm became 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 tripods who were sitting upright immediately surrounded him.

Today is a happy day for the master, so the person dressed as the groom must be the master.

However, when they came closer and took a look, the expressions of the eight furnace tripods suddenly changed. This was not their master!

That’s not true!

A mere village of mortals dared to tease them!
Chapter completed!