"You say, what's down here? ”

Mu Jiang sat on the edge of the cliff, holding a fishing rod made of dead branches in his hand, and the fishing line used to make the fishing line was made of spider silk that he took out of its belly after devouring a spider spirit, and the end of the line was not tied with anything, nothing was pressed, and the light spider silk fluttered with the direction of the wind.

"This is in the Demon Domain, and this is naturally the Demon Domain. An Guan replied to him.

"Hmm," Mu Jiangcuo just let out a low voice, probably he didn't want to come up with any results.

Sensing the abnormal movement behind him, Mu Jiang reached out by mistake, flexed his five fingers hard, and burst out of a suction force from his palm, and in an instant, a monster was pinched in his hand.

"I'm just here to report, my lord's life!" The black qi struggled desperately in Mu Jiang's wrong hands.

"What's the report," Mu Jiangcuo said coldly.

"The Demon Ancestor will hold a banquet and gather all the Demon Kings... Ah~~!!"

"Got it. ”

Before he finished speaking, the devouring power in Mu Jiangcuo's palm suddenly skyrocketed, devouring the monster cleanly.

"It seems that he hasn't said where the banquet will be set yet. An Guan said.

"The Demon Ancestor set up a banquet, naturally in the city. ”

"You're going?"

"The Demon Ancestor has a banquet, of course he is going. ”

Since Mu Jiangcuo entered the ruins, he rarely stepped out of this plum blossom forest. But the demons also need to eat, but they don't want to eat grains, rice and noodles, but to fill their stomachs with other demons.

In the past, there were often monsters to challenge him, although Mu Jiangcuo didn't like it, but he accepted it, because he would also be hungry, and instead of going out to find it, it was better to accept the meal delivered to his door.

"I'm hungry, this thing is too dry to eat, let's go, go and see what has been prepared in the banquet hall of the Demon Ancestor. ”

Above the main hall, a woman in a white soft gauze dress was lying on her side on the wide soft collapse directly above the main hall, holding a black stone ball in her hand, playing with it boredly.

There was no one waiting on the side, the main entrance of the hall was wide open, and all the tea and snacks on the guest seats had been served, but no guest had arrived, and it was empty.

"These guys are grinding and chirping, how long has it been, and none of them have arrived. Bo Xun trimmed his eyebrows slightly, looking very unhappy.

As the words fell, a gust of wind blew into the hall, blowing all the guests' desks over, and spilling wine and snacks all over the place.

Immediately after that, a black mist rushed in, standing in the center of the main hall, the black gas quickly condensed into a tall human figure, the human figure bowed to Bo Xun in a regular manner, and when he stood up straight and was about to speak, he was directly smashed and dissipated by a black stone ball, and the broken black gas deftly wanted to scatter in all directions, but it still failed to escape, and was swallowed by the stone ball.

After the black qi disappeared, the stone ball returned to Bo Xun's hand.

"What is it, making a mess of the banquet table that I have worked so hard for for a long time. Bo Xun sat up and slapped his palm on the armrest.

"Oops~ What's wrong, this is~ Who bullied our family Ruokui again, this is?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you, I'll clean this up~"

"Yes yes yes ~ obey the order~"

The person who came was a purple-shirted man shaking a fan, his skin was very feminine, there was a red cinnabar mole in the middle between his eyes, his skin was frighteningly white, and there were blue-gray blood vessels on his exposed half of his forearm, which looked extraordinary.

The man raised his fan, and all the things scattered on the ground returned to their original positions.

"Okay~ I should be happy now~"

"No," Bo Xun said dissatisfiedly, waving his hand, and the table was knocked to the ground again, "I have put it away one by one, you are not allowed to use spells, do it!"

"My aunt, look at my brittle arms and legs, where can I withstand such a toss~" The man said softly and flatteringly, as if he was testifying for himself, he lifted the half sleeve of his left hand, which was clearly a piece of white and dry hand bones.

The man stepped up the steps unhurriedly, walked to the edge of the collapse and sat down directly beside Bo Xun. The hand that was already dry bones stroked the side of Bo Xun's cheeks, pinning her scattered hair back behind her ears, as if to soothe, and her fingers ran down Bo Xun's long hair one after another, and the low voice was beautiful and seductive.

"Grandma just let the little one go, huh?"

Bo Xun pouted silently.

The man knew that she didn't plan to toss herself like this, and the fan in his hand was raised again, cleaning up the mess under the stage again.

The man's fan bone is made of a miserable white finger bone, the fan surface is the same color as the finger bone, the texture looks extremely delicate, and the four big characters on it are written with purple sand.

【Azuma Wakaaoi】

Payment, [coffin]

Ruokui is Bo Xun's maiden name, and there are many people who know this name, but no one dares to call it in front of or behind his back.

And the coffin boy is the name of the man in purple.

The coffin boy was picked up by Bo Xun and brought back to the demon world, and Bo Xun was picked up by the coffin boy to bring back a life.

Since Bo Xun built the Demon Realm and became the Demon Ancestor, there has been turmoil in the Three Realms for tens of thousands of years, and the Demon Dao has become another way of cultivation for living beings.

And in those tens of thousands of years, Bo Xun lost his trace.

The coffin boy appeared during that time.

He was snatched away by the water ghost by the river, and because he could not recover the lost soul, the coffin boy died within a few days. The coffin boy who was hooked to death belongs to horizontal death, and the early death of a child belongs to untimely death, both of which are taboos.

According to the rules of the village, the coffin boy could not be buried in the ancestral grave in the back mountain, but could only be thrown to a remote hill and buried hastily.

Three years after this incident, suddenly one night there was a terrible scream from the top of the mountain.

Since then, the ancestral cemetery in Houshan has been found to have graves dug up, old graves and new graves have not been spared, tombstones have been knocked down, coffins have been lifted, and only fragments of bones are left inside...

The people of the village realized that something was wrong, and remembered the vision of that night, so they went to the hill where the coffin boy was buried, and found that the coffin boy had long since been buried in a small earth pit, and the bones in it were gone.

Because it was a horizontal death, the coffin boy could not enter the ancestral grave and could not erect a tombstone, and even the coffin that was confined and settled could not be placed.

Everyone had to think in a good direction, and comforted themselves, saying that they were afraid that because the corpse was buried too shallowly, the wild dogs in the mountains would dig up the mound and drag it to eat it.

The vision did not end, and people were still able to find an open tomb every day.

Finally, one night, a dozen or so strong men from the village carried shovels, hoes, and some tools to the ancestral cemetery in the back mountain. There were piles of graves that had been turned over everywhere, and they searched carefully, until at last they heard some strange noises in the sound of insects and birds, and the people quietly gathered around them, and found that it was a new grave, and that strange noises came from under this grave.

Although everyone was a little timid, they could only cheer each other up and start digging, and when the lid of the coffin was exposed, the strange sound became clearer and clearer, and it was from inside the coffin. After the coffin lid was opened, everyone was stupefied by the scene in front of them.

The corpse of the woman in the coffin has been eaten and only a skeleton remains, a child with half of his body is holding a head and eating the flesh on the cheek of the corpse, feeling the coffin lid being lifted, the child turned his face sideways and grinned at them, half of the flesh on his face was rotten, maggots kept coming out of it, the child put down the head in his hand, and giggled,

"What a fragrant meat... ”

There were more than a dozen strong men who went that night, and only one person came back, and the man who survived had already gone crazy, and he began to wander on the grave all day long, putting himself in a coffin, dripping saliva, and a few words popped out of his mouth indistinctly, "Daddy, hahaha, daddy......"

The man who survived was the coffin boy's father.

The coffin boy ate all the living people, but left him alone. While devouring the corpses of those people, the coffin boy cautiously leaned over and handed him a hand and said to him, "Daddy...... Eat...... Eat ......"

Later, the coffin boy became a demon.

His strength continues to grow, but because he lacks a soul and a soul, he is always in a state of confusion, looking for corpses to eat when he is hungry, and sleeping in a coffin at night.

Coffin children especially like to sleep in other people's coffins.

In the years after he died, he could only lie in the dirt pit forever, and the sand and mud pressed on his body, making him very uncomfortable. Later, when he came out of the pit, because he was so hungry, he instinctively went to dig up the grave, dragged out the corpses and ate them, and then he realized that there was a coffin to sleep in when others were lying in the soil. The coffin boy lay down cautiously, feeling that such a place was really too comfortable, so until now, he was only willing to sleep in the coffin.

Then one day, the coffin boy wandered in the mass grave and suddenly picked up a different corpse, he sniffed it carefully, and found that the corpse was not completely dead, so he could only put it down, squatted on the side and guarded quietly, waiting for her to die.

Smelling the tempting smell of flesh coming from this half-dead corpse, the coffin boy was a little nervous, but his father said that he should stop eating living people, and the coffin boy wrote down this sentence seriously.

After waiting for a long time, the corpse could not stop breathing, and the coffin boy simply lay down next to the corpse, wrapped his two hands around one arm, approached her neck and closed his eyes to smell it, and when the fragrance turned into a foul smell, he could eat it himself.

This corpse was Bo Shun at that time.

Later, Bo Xun took the coffin boy to find the river, killed the water ghost, retrieved the lost soul of the coffin boy, and led him back to the demon realm to return to the ruins.

...

"Why do you suddenly want to gather everyone for tea?" The coffin boy gently shook the fan and asked.

"It's too idle, I thought about it, the Demon Ancestor occasionally needs to have fun with the people, and see what kind of mess these guys are causing again. ”

"I haven't had any major problems these days, it's just that there's an interesting guy. The coffin boy replied to her.

"Tell me about it,"

"I returned to the ruins and had a 'symbiosis'"

"Oh?" Bo Xun became interested, "Please?"

"Where do you dare to neglect what my aunt asked me to do, the words have already been brought over, and I should come. ”

The coffin boy took Bo Xun's hand and put it in his palm, playing with it with great interest, and suddenly swept over the tall figure who stepped into the door, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile,

"This person, he just can't stand the chatter, nay, isn't this coming?"