Rin Tingjun, who was sitting on the side, calmly fell: "That's a bookworm, you can't eat the dead." ”

Sanniang and Yun Xi continued to look at He Shiqi disgustingly, they can't eat dead people and can't eat insects! They have a new understanding of this fool He Shiqi today!

The pot of the fat Buddha in the secret realm is getting bigger and bigger, crushing the plum trees one after another, and also overpowering the blood-colored red ground. The fat Buddha in the pot swayed freely with the pot, like a little doll's tumbler toy, especially his smiling face, which was exactly the same as the Buddha of the big-headed doll worn by the child during the New Year.

Yun Yao stepped on the ice jade spear and stood in front of the huge fat Buddha and became dumbfounded, at that moment, Yun Yao was in awe as if she had seen a real Bodhisattva. The Buddha light around the Fat Buddha shone with holy light in the entire blood realm, and the golden dazzling light dispelled the blood light and all the filth here!

"Xiao Yao, I finally found you. The voice of the fat Buddha is as cool as a bell, like an ancient bell in the morning, knocking away all the worries in your heart and purifying all the filth in your heart.

Yun Yao's heart calmed down suddenly, she flew into the air and flew in front of the fat Buddha, she was like a little blue elf in front of the fat Buddha.

"Fat Buddha, when did you become so powerful, and can you still get bigger?" Yun Yao looked at the huge fat Buddha curiously.

The fat Buddha laughed, and the breath he blew out because of the laughter almost blew Yun Yao away.

"Ah———— don't laugh! I'm going to be blown away!" Yun Yao grabbed Bing Yu's body tightly so that she wasn't blown away by the fat Buddha's laughter. The fat Buddha became bigger, and everything became powerful.

Fat Buddha looked at her with a smile: "It's the divine power of this pot, if you come in, you can also get bigger." The fat Buddha beckoned to Yun Yao.

Yun Yao flew into the fat Buddha's pot curiously, and sure enough, her body also began to get bigger, and she immediately laughed funny: "Hahaha - so that's the case, then let's find the coffin master and Zihu." Immediately, she let out a heaven-shattering shout, "Coffin Master———— Zi Zi ——————" The amplified voice of Yun Yao resounded for thousands of miles, shaking the mountains and forests.

At this moment, the monster made of flesh was reduced to one leg, but it still stubbornly jumped forward.

"Bang, bang, bang!bang!" Behind it, there was an incomparably huge blood-red strange man with golden runes wrapped all over his body, the son of the coffin master: Zihu.

He chased after the one-legged monster that was still breathing, the monster with no head, and now there was only one leg left, and from a distance it looked like a tempting red ham jumping, how could people not salivate?

The huge Zihu jumped down on the big ham in three steps, grabbed it, and swallowed it in a few bites.

"Hiccup~~~" An earth-shattering burp sounded, he hurriedly covered his mouth and peeked around, with a noodle and a shy smile on his bright red face. His original pale body was now filled with blood, and he completely turned into a blood-penetrating red.

"Coffin Master - Zi Hu ————" A loud shout came, and he immediately looked at it with joy, only to see a huge black cauldron swaying towards him. When he saw Yun Yao, who was safe and sound, he showed a reassuring smile, but lowered his face shyly.

"It's Zihu!" Yun Yao also saw Zihu who had become bigger! Zihu was a lot bigger, but it was still not as big as the fat Buddha. Yun Yao jumped out of the black cauldron, and her figure immediately changed back to its original state.

When she flew down in front of Zihu, Zihu became a giant, and she only reached his knees. She flew up and stared at Zihu's flushed face and body, "Wow-you're red! Are you full?!"

Zihu lowered his face and did not speak, but nodded.

"Hehe, that's great, so that the coffin master doesn't have to find a body for you. Yun Yao said as she took out the chopstick box, "It's too troublesome to find the corpse, and it's not every day that someone cuts off the head." Here, where's the coffin?"

Zi Hu took the chopstick box in his hand, still with a low face, he pointed behind him, and Yun Yao hurriedly flew over.

When Yun Yao left the front, Zi Hu grabbed the chopstick box and sighed as if relieved, and turned around to chase after him.

With everything in his eyes, he smiled and folded his hands: "Amitabha." ”

On the already clean ground, the coffin master knelt, and where he knelt, the blood-red grass drilled out of the ground like a cocoon in his painful wail, and crawled up to the coffin's body one by one, and sneaked up on his back in his crying. Before God knew it, it had crawled all over the coffin's back.

But the coffin master didn't know anything.

"Awei ......" A soft woman's voice suddenly came from those mouths, and this call made the coffin master suddenly stop wailing, and also made the other mouths close.

The coffin master looked at the plum tree with tears streaming down his face, and there was only a woman's mouth opening and closing on the plum tree: "Ah Wei ......"

"Husband...... Madame......" The coffin looked at the only moving mouth in the tree with disbelief, "is that you...... Madame......"

"Awei...... Let Zi Hu go, he ...... like this Life is better than death...... You ...... in your heart Clear......"

Tears slipped from the coffin's eyes, and he knelt in front of the tree and beat his chest in pain and nodded: "Yes...... Be...... I know...... It was my fault...... It's my fault......"

"Awei...... Stay here with my son, we can be reunited......"

"Good...... Okay......" The coffin man slowly stood up, but his legs were so weak, as if the pain had drained the strength of his whole body. It was he who turned his son into a monster, it was he who made his son live worse than death, and it was he who made his son live by relying on human flesh and drinking human blood.

He is more than qualified to live in this world, and yet he lives like this. He lived to save his son, but he made his son's life more miserable than before.

He should have let go of his son's ...... at that moment

He should have let his son die with dignity and as a human being on that day......

He should be on that day...... Finish yourself......

Then they will be reunited as a family in the underworld......

And now, he has let his son live without dignity, how can he have dignity himself? He is so tired...... Tired......

He is already fifty-six years old, and when he dies, who will take care of Zihu? Who will find him a corpse to eat? Who will find him blood to drink?

At that time, Zihu can only lie in the black coffin, he will never die, but he has no strength to leave the coffin because of long-term hunger, wouldn't it be so that his own son will be trapped in a small coffin forever, enduring boundless loneliness in endless darkness!

This may have swept through the coffin's whole body like darkness, making his demeanor more and more old and tired, and the light in his heart was slowly swallowed up by the darkness, making his eyes gradually fall into emptiness and godlessness......