Ninety-nine fruit-bodied women were prostrate on the ground, with no hands or feet, like a cocoon, and at first glance, the visual impact was simply terrifying and shocking.

If you have a little weaker willpower, you might collapse on the spot.

This thing is really a little too cruel.

And these women, who don't seem to be very old, are in the best years of their lives, but at this moment, they have become the background board of the hideous and abnormal golden silk nanmu coffin.

Woo, woo, woo......

The wind blew, and the terrible whimpering sound moved everyone who had a conscience, and felt as if their hearts were torn.

At this time, seven or eight shamans, dressed in huge robes and wearing hideous masks, ran out of the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of torches stretched out, illuminating the field as if it were daytime.

Those shamans wore god's hats like antlers, with five-pronged, seven-pronged and nine-pronged, and the guy with a one-eyed wooden mask in the center even wore fifteen prongs - the god hat has a strict hierarchy, the more antlers, the higher the rank, and the highest is the fifteen prongs, and generally those who can wear this high-level shaman hat are the top clergy in the sect.

In addition to shaman hats, they also wore huge robes and skirts sewn from the skins of turtles, four-legged snakes, frogs, snakes, etc., on which bits and pieces hung with various things.

And these are also strictly hierarchical.

For example, the big shaman with fifteen forks, on his robe, there are twenty-four cloth belts, four belts, nine bells, five small bronze mirrors, three turtles, three snakes, three four-legged snakes, three strings of spirit beads, nine child bags, and only four bells in the back swing.

In line with this rhythm, there is a team of eighteen people around the spacious large field.

Some of these people hold toad drums, some hold drumsticks wrapped in otter skin, some catch waist bells, and bone horns, three-stringed harps, bull horns, deer whistles, dragon flutes, shells, Manchu pipa, Bohai qin, Mokuni hali horse saber, clappers, waist bells, octagonal drums, etc., and play them individually.

Various sounds form a strange intersection in mid-air, turning into a strange and mysterious atmosphere of the scene.

The eight shamans in the scene, except for the big shaman wearing a fifteen-pronged divine hat, the rest of them held divine scepters, divine knives, and bone cloths in their hands, constantly jumping around those silkworm-like girls, looking like crazy and very excited.

Directly opposite the golden silk nanmu coffin, there is a high platform, on which is placed an incense case, which is full of smoke, and behind it stands an emaciated old man holding bronze chopsticks.

That man was the Duke of Du that the little carpenter, Wang Baishan and others discussed just now.

He grabbed a slightly longer bronze chopstick, fixed it on the table, and coldly looked at everything in the field.

In his eyes, there was chaos, as if he could absorb all the light, making his whole body blurry, and the light was refracted by it, making it difficult to see clearly.

Under the high platform, there were more than 30 people standing, most of them were wearing black robes, bowing their heads, and their bodies were always in the shadows, but there were also a few people who looked very excited, looking at everything in the field seriously, looking very interested.

Among these people were a few peculiar-looking fellows, two in hated robes that almost dragged down to the ground, and one in a black suit of the Western style, all foreigners with high noses and deep sunken eyebrows.

There is also a foreign girl next to her, who is tall and tall, and is a little taller than the black-robed people next to her.

The men looked at the middle of the field with concern, while the little carpenter looked over there with concern.

For he saw two men whom he had been looking for a long time.

One Zhang Qiming, one Wu Banxian. These two guys, who both had a part in the murder of his master, actually appeared here at this moment, looking at everything in the field with an excited face, and next to Wu Banxian, there was an ugly and obscene looking Taoist.

That guy had triangular eyes, hooked nose, and a somewhat deformed face, and looked coldly at Du Gong on the high platform, not knowing what he was thinking.

Next to the Taoist, there is a tall, middle-aged man with a gloomy appearance, this person is very popular, and there are a few people around him, and he doesn't look like he is from the Fuguo Society.

The little carpenter estimated in his heart that that man was likely to be the perverted and terrifying Dong Guan.

But before he could take a look at the field, he heard a "hiss", and blood rushed to the sky, and finally fell on the huge coffin made of golden silk nanmu.

The little carpenter turned his head and saw the heavily armed shamans, who began to kill with the magic weapons in their hands.

They cut off the maggot-like fruit girls on the ground with the scepter, divine knife or bone cloth in their hands, and poured blood out, seeing this, Wang Baishan, who was originally full of clouds, suddenly couldn't help it, and scolded in a low voice: "......"

When he said this, he was about to jump off the field and fight with those shamans, but at this moment, Li Mengsheng stopped him and shouted in a low voice: "Look carefully, what is that?" ”

Wang Baishan's eyes were red, as if he was about to breathe fire, and he sneered and said, "What, you want to stop me?" ”

Li Mengsheng's eyes showed a golden yellow at this moment, and after the eyes condensed, they spread out again, turning into a starry sky, and then two tears flowed out.

He wiped the tears on Wang Baishan and Li Mengsheng's eyelids, and the little carpenter only felt cold and cold, and then a stream of heat flowed through his eyes.

He opened his eyes, looked into the field, and found that those miserable women were actually just some skins.

Everything is nothing but an illusion.

Seeing this, he was originally in an extremely sad mood as if he felt better, but Li Mengsheng said in a low voice: "Have you seen it clearly?" These are just human skins, these women must have had an extremely yin birthday, so they were targeted by those beasts, and if you want to find these people, it must be impossible to be in one place, it is very troublesome - in fact, they are actually already dead. ”

Wang Baishan obviously saw it clearly, but he couldn't help but scold: "Damn......"

When the little carpenter heard this, his heart beat wildly.

When he looked at it just now, he thought it was just fake, but as soon as Li Mengsheng said this, he immediately understood that behind every skin, there was a living life.

Why are these people so cruel......

The little carpenter felt very uncomfortable, and even the dog brother Wang Baishan, who had always behaved extremely open-minded and cheerful, gritted his teeth with hatred.

He said coldly: "Look at how thick the resentment attached to these corpse sacs is, I really don't know how much torture they suffered before they died......

He is an optimist, but his heart is sincere, and Li Mengsheng, who has always remained calm, said: "Don't say these useless, the best revenge for these beasts is to let all their plans fail......"

After that, he said to the little carpenter, "Help us hide our bodies, at least for a while." ”

The little carpenter nodded and hurriedly held the spell, while Wang Baishan asked, "What are your plans?" ”

Li Mengsheng shook his head and said he didn't know.

Wang Baishan couldn't help but sneer: "I see that you always look confident, and you still think you have a foolproof good plan?" ”

Li Mengsheng turned his head, glanced at him, and then turned his head again.

Wang Baishan thought that the other party would ignore him, but he didn't expect Li Mengsheng to squint at the golden silk nanmu giant coffin not far away, but said slowly: "At the moment, everything you say is a big talk, and you can only do your best to obey the destiny of heaven." However, if we risk our lives, there are still many things we can do. ”

Risking your life?

When this Taoist priest from Maoshan talked about life and death, he seemed very indifferent, but behind this indifference, he was full of anger, ambition and pride, and his strong, compassionate Taoist heart.

In the prosperous era, the incense of Buddhism is prosperous, and the Taoist priests practice deep in the mountains; The Bodhisattva in troubled times did not open his eyes, and Lao Jun carried a sword to save the vicissitudes of life.

Clearly, he was going to fight for his life to fulfill his original motto.

Wang Baishan saw his statement, and his mind to find fault was gone, but he didn't admit defeat: "Who is not an outlaw, hmph, I want to be ...... old man"

Here he whispered nonsense, and the shaman in the field had punctured all the skins containing blood and resentment, and the blood flowed all over the ground, and the black mist floated into the air, like a swarm of bees, constantly wandering and dancing on the suspended wooden coffin pulled by iron chains.

In the dark, there was a force that sucked up the pool of blood all over the ground, turned into countless strands of blood three feet above the ground, and finally coagulated onto those iron cables, and then poured into the huge wooden coffin drop by drop.

In the increasingly high-pitched and passionate echoes, the seven shamans, led by the fifteen-pronged great shaman, had become crazy, constantly shaking their bodies.

The wooden masks on their faces had cracked, revealing hideous, bloodshot faces.

Every face is like a demon.

A complex and strange incantation was chanted from the mouths of the foreigners in the distance, and dark clouds overhead, obscuring the moonlight.

Gusts of wind came out from an unknown place, blowing out most of the torches in the scene, making the atmosphere more and more weird and terrifying.

Not only in the middle of the venue, but even the people standing next to them had crazy and excited faces.

At this moment, he heard Du Gong on the high platform throw the bronze chopsticks in his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "The auspicious day has arrived, and the real dragon is invited to ascend to ......heaven."

As soon as the words fell, someone broke through the air, stepped in mid-air, and finally landed on the golden silk nanmu giant coffin engraved with the relief of the Nine Dragons coffin.

That person was an important figure in the former Qing Dynasty Restoration Society.

Third Master.

Li Mengsheng, Wang Baishan and the little carpenter, none of them knew what this guy's name was, but it was certain that it was his surname.

His surname is Aixin Jueluo.

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