Late at night, barren mountains, graveyards.

The dead tailor led the way, while Gao Ning followed leisurely behind. He seemed to be very accustomed to the invisible environment around him.

"I said, apart from Mr. Feng, your family is also a wealthy businessman. In addition to the silk and satin shop, you also have several businesses. Your family should not be short of money. Why are you buried halfway up the mountain so casually?"

Along the way, Gao Ning discovered that the tombs nearby were very crudely built. Most of them just dug a hole, put a piece of wood in front of the tomb and wrote their name, and that was it.

There are also carved stone tablets, but there are very few. Looking at the hundreds of solitary graves, there are only two or three stone tablets, but there are many urns, large and small, placed along the road, which seems to be very random.

Although Gao Ning didn't know much about ancient funerals, he had seen movies and knew that wealthy families had to prepare geomantic treasures in advance, and even wealthy people still had to build mausoleums.

Naturally, an ordinary businessman would not be like this. Even if he has a small amount of money, he cannot make it in advance or he will be beheaded.

But it shouldn’t be a big deal to find a geomantic treasure, find a reliable mage, do the rituals, and be buried safely.

But this old Feng's grave is not much different from the others.

The dead tailor turned a deaf ear to Gao Ning's questions.

Compared to the beginning, his expression was already a bit ferocious.

He didn't know whether it was because he had absorbed too much yin energy, or because he didn't return to his body in time. In short, Gao Ning could feel that his soul, which was still pure before, had changed its direction and became more and more like a ghost.

Even in some senses, he is somewhat similar to the ghost substitute.

Of course, similar doesn't mean it's the same level.

Just like a tricycle is a car, a Rolls-Royce is also a car. Both can be driven, both have wheels, and both can carry people. However, the differences between the two are worlds apart.

The dead tailor said nothing and continued walking for three to five minutes when he suddenly stopped under a tree.

This is a willow tree as thick as an arm.

There is a shallow grave under the willow tree. Judging from the freshness of the soil, it has obviously been dug recently.

The tombstone is a stone tablet, but it is only the size of a palm, and it has Feng Zhibao's tomb engraved on it.

Although the font is regular, it is a bit too compact. It looks like a random practice work made with leftover materials.

Seeing this scene, Gao Ning couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at him.

It's too miserable for you to mess around!

The dead tailor once again saw his purpose, and his body shook involuntarily. Gao Ning could clearly see a stream of Yin Qi gathering from all directions, and was naturally inhaled into his body.

The color of the soul seems to be a little bluer.

"Mr. Gao, this is it, please lend a helping hand!"

The other party was in a daze for a moment, then recovered and looked at Gao Ning with a trace of expectation.

But Gao Ning could see that there was greed and desire deep in his eyes.

greedy?

what's the situation?

I was coveted by a man for his beauty? That’s not true!

While Gao Ning was thinking wildly, he nodded noncommittally and said casually: "Don't worry, this matter will be easy to handle!"

The dead tailor is staring at Gao Ning with his green eyes, wondering what you are thinking.

He suddenly waved his hand, and a coffin suddenly appeared in front of him.

The grave mound seemed to have lost its support. The soil covering it fell naturally, and the originally bulging area was filled up in an instant.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the soil here is loose and it will sink in very deep if you step down.

Gao Ning ignored these.

After his coffin teleported out, he didn't even pull out the coffin nails. He just waved his hand, and the body lying flat inside appeared outside the coffin board.

"Okay, lie back quickly!"

Gao Ning frowned and took a step back.

Don't tell me, this guy has just been dead for a few days, and the flesh on his body is already smelly.

Even the damn tailor didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

The problem that troubled me so much turned out to be just a piece of cake in the eyes of the other party.

He suddenly realized something in his heart and glanced at Gao Ning involuntarily, with a trace of happiness deep in his eyes.

Gao Ning remained calm, but sneered slightly in his heart.

It’s not because I know you can’t control your thoughts, I’ve already slapped you into ashes.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Gao. Your kindness will be unforgettable. It's a pity that I don't have much, so I can only live in the next life..."

"By the way, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me, and I still haven't received my reward!"

Gao Ning didn't wait for him to finish speaking and snapped his fingers again.

On the flat ground, there were some more gold and silver jewelry.

Although there weren't many things, just a small pile, it was still painful to see in the damn tailor's eyes.

Is this the burial money that he secretly hid during his lifetime, and was given to the Taoist priest inexplicably like this?

What should he do if he goes down and has no money to spend?

If you don’t have money to do some ghost work, do you have to suffer more for no reason?

The dead tailor felt a little confused for a moment. He stood for a moment, subconsciously raised his head, and met Gao Ning's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

At this time, he shuddered suddenly, and his mind finally became clear.

He finally realized that his mind was somewhat out of control and he had to return to his body as soon as possible to complete the task of dying again.

But just when he was floating gently in the air, preparing to land slowly and become one with his physical body.

Suddenly, I heard a roar like thunder coming from the horizon: "Shameless little thief, how dare you steal graves, dig graves, and practice evil methods? Look at the thunder in my palm!"

The sound came from the horizon. As soon as Gao Ning looked up, he saw a white light like Iron Man's laser hand cannon, aiming at his head and hitting him.

Gao Ning reflexively used teleportation to pull himself five meters away.

The laser hit the ground and suddenly exploded, splashing out a piece of soil.

But at the same time, a bearded man suddenly fell from the sky and landed precisely next to the dead tailor.

Then I saw him emitting golden light from his right hand, aiming at the body lying on the coffin board and snapping it. A network of golden light spread out, wrapping the body tightly in an instant.

At this moment, the ghost tailor's soul happened to be in contact with his body.

They are originally molds that fit perfectly, and even if they are separated, they will be extremely smooth when fused again.

But now that an outsider has added a layer of net, the shape of his body has changed, and he instinctively begins to repel souls that don't fit his shape.

The moment the ghost tailor's soul came into contact with his own body, there was a sudden explosion behind him, and his whole soul was blown out. After somersaulting twice, it floated in mid-air blankly, and did not react for a long time.

The bearded man turned around and glanced coldly at the ghost tailor's soul, "Where did you come from, you brat? You dare to practice the art of borrowing corpses to bring back souls? You are so audacious! Get back to the underworld quickly, otherwise don't blame grandpa for being ruthless and beat you to death

The soul is gone!"

The damn tailor was stunned.

What is going on? Why did you suddenly jump out to disrupt the situation!

Gao Ning also didn't understand and stood on the side blinking constantly.

Where did this stupid thing come from?

This magical power is not weak! Can even a mentally retarded person practice Taoism now?

Gao Ning was very puzzled.

The bearded man scolded the dead tailor, and saw that he was still floating in the air blankly. He thought that this guy had lost his consciousness a long time ago. His actions at this time were all controlled by the bad guy with evil intentions in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

More prosperous.

He turned his head, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, his fierce gaze was like an iron brush, brushing it up and down on Gao Ning's body several times, and then he said viciously: "Boy, didn't your master tell you

Aren’t you allowed to associate with monsters and monsters?”

"Sorry, I really didn't tell you!"

Gao Ning shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression.

He didn't lie, the master really didn't say anything, because he didn't even have a master, which meant that the master didn't say anything.

Nothing wrong!

But the bearded man snorted coldly: "In that case, it seems that your master is not a good bird. Tell me your name and see where you came from. How dare you steal graves and dig graves so blatantly?"

Stealing graves and digging up graves?

Gao Ning couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Is this guy's head broken?

Do you slap people with big hats as soon as you come up?

He looks very skilled, but he has bad intentions!
To be continued...