Chapter 32

But when she ran to the foot of the mountain, Aunt Rong couldn't hear the voice behind her, and she turned her neck back, and she found that the coffin was gone, as if it had been sucked in by the ground. She rushed towards the nunnery without looking back, Song Yao was still waiting for her there, he must have been in a hurry if he hadn't gone back for so long.

What happened later was like in a dream, when Aunt Rong returned to the nunnery where the mother and son were living out of breath, she saw that the door of the room where they lived was locked, and pushed the door in, but saw Song Yao sitting on the ground, motionless.

"Xiao Yao......"

Lin Songyao turned around, and what was so dazzling in his arms that she couldn't open her eyes was a large handful of silver.

On the opening day, when the crowd dispersed, Aunt Rong rubbed her sore shoulders and walked out of the back door, she saw the five-step jade staircase, green as water, rippling outside the threshold, and the ding dong of rare spring water inside.

It's it, it's the coffin, Aunt Rong knows better than anyone else in her heart, and she also knows that in this life, it is impossible for her to get rid of it. No, in fact, when she saw the silver in Song Yao's arms, she knew what was going on, and everything behind it was just pushing the boat down the river.

Otherwise, she would not have established such a large scale of a restaurant, without the help of wild ghosts, without the wild ghosts gathered from the coffin, how could the Wubi Pavilion survive? It's just that after so many years, she hasn't seen that man again, the man who took her teeth, she put on a few gold teeth, turned around, and became Aunt Rong.

And Wubi Pavilion has also become the hottest restaurant in the world.

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"Ding...... Ding ...... "Aunt Rong is still tapping on the steps?" She didn't know if the man would show up? After all, ten years ago, he had already merged with the jade coffin.

Though? She set up a tablet for him at home? Burn incense in the morning and evening, but don't know who the person who pays the sacrifice is.

"Ding...... Ding......"

The strength on the back is a little looser? Now, Aunt Rong can gasp? So she turned around? Timidly stared at San's face. She noticed that there was a little more consternation on that face, and the uselessness in her eyes was replaced by vigilance.

It looked at the mountains and forests in front of it, and suddenly, it cast its gaze on the five-level jade stone steps below.

A shadow winding out from under the stone steps? Like a snake? But it's thinner than a snake, and more like a giant reptile. The moonlight illuminated a black thing on the upper edge of the shadow, and Aunt Rong saw that it was a mouth, a mouth full of fangs. Layers of teeth? Like a sunflower disc, white? Glistening with a cold glow.

Suddenly, that shadow crossed Aunt Rong's head? Rushing towards Sang, how fast? It's like a real snake. Meanwhile? In the mountains and forests ahead? There was a sound of "click" footsteps, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards this side.

Sang Jue only felt a pain in his neck, his throat tightened suddenly, and countless teeth bit down on his throat, turning into a trickle that was a little colder than ice, desperately drilling in. It gritted its teeth and screamed, nailing the end of the thing with the copper needle that appeared between its fingers at some point, preventing it from burrowing an inch inward.

It heard a scream, unreal, like an echo in the valley, and realized that the sound came from the mouth of the monster in its body, striking its skull and eardrums from the inside out, making every nerve in it throb.

"I am the emperor's false father, how dare the son of a man be with me!"

"The king is the king, and the son is the ......"

"The king, the king, spare the children of the ministers, they are your younger brothers......"

Sang spread out his other hand, and three flames leaped from its palm, soaring higher and higher, illuminating the dark shadow that was still struggling to drill inward, and the anger that had accumulated in its eyes.

"No matter what kind of cow ghost and snake god you are, in your fairy grandfather, you are just a plugged between your teeth." Sang sneered, and as soon as he grasped his palm, the flames swelled a little more, and he could hear the monster's screams getting louder and louder, followed by the "zizi" sound of his body burning, like roasted oily meat.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten, so I'll make you a meat dish today."

Sang cracked her mouth, and Sen Sen's smile spread on her face, but the next moment, the smile suddenly froze, its chest was cold, and its heart seemed to suddenly become an ice lump, heavy, and it couldn't even beat.

Thousands of wild ghosts emerged from the mountains and forests, surging down the sky and crashing into its body one after another. It was already unstable, and it was concentrating on dealing with the old ghost, so it was exploited by these wild ghosts.

Sang once again felt that he was out of Mu Xiaowu's body, and flew out, the flame on his palm was extinguished because of his departure, it desperately wanted to stay in place, how could there be too many wild ghosts, each of them was pulling it, dragging it, dragging it, and holding it, two fists were invincible to four hands, and the evil tiger was still afraid of wolves, not to mention, it was such a large group of wild ghosts attracted by the yin qi of jade.

Sang felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and he was almost about to fly out of Mu Xiaowu's body completely, but at this moment, the copper needle was held out from between his fingers and fell on the jade stone steps, making a crisp "dangchang".

With a jerk of tightness around her neck, as if she had been grabbed by a hand, Sang saw that she had completely left the body it had occupied for a long time, and now it was standing face to face with Mu Xiaowu, and it could see her eyes, black grapes, a pair of bright eyeballs, so bright that it could see its own shadow through them.

Is this what it is? Its ontology turned out to be ......

As soon as its mind was scattered, it was forced back a few steps back by the old ghost that rushed towards it.

"It turned out to be...... It turned out to be ......" Aunt Rong's voice floated from the front, she had now climbed to the bottom of the steps, kneeling on the ground like a dog, stretching her neck to look this way, her voice trembling incessantly, "It has been badly injured and is now forced out...... Take this opportunity and kill it. ”

The old ghost followed his words, meandering forward on the jade pedestal, crawling in the direction of Sande, and a trace of cold air came out of the steps, and every trace of resentment was condensed. Sang couldn't move a single step, as Aunt Rong said, it was hit hard, so it had to lie dormant in Mu Xiaowu's body, without her, it couldn't do anything, it couldn't move an inch.

"I am the false father of the emperor, how dare the son of a man be at odds with me...... The king is the king, and the son is the queen..... The king, the king, spare the children of the ministers, they are your brothers......"

The sound exploded around it, and the old ghost was already attached to its body, its mouth wide open from under the hood.

"Come here." At the time of Jiuding, Sang heard a voice, crisp and vivid, as beautiful as a silver bell.

Mu Xiaowu stretched out a hand and pulled it into his arms.