The funeral of Jiang Yunfeng, the eldest prince of the Peacock Empire, and the dignitaries of the two major empires of the Peacock Celestial Elephant, all came, and the 100,000 Praetorian Guards protected the funeral road tightly. Seeing this kind of battle, Jiang Yuhong and Mo Yin both deeply felt the royal grandeur and majesty, and buried a big prince casually, it was 100,000 horses to escort it, if the emperor died, how many people and horses would have to escort it!

At the back of the procession were all kinds of people who were going to be buried, their hands and feet bound by chains, and the army was escorted on either side. Everyone is dressed in white, and they don't know whether to dress the deceased in linen and filial piety, or to themselves. As soon as Jiang Yuhong saw this scene, he was so angry at all.

Mo Yin: "Look, there are still people who have been martyred on their own initiative." I don't know what kind of family this person can be so loyal to Jiang Yunfeng. ”

Jiang Yuhong: "Let's go, let's see." ”

Jiang Yuhong and Mo Yin blended into the crowd watching the excitement. This group of people, there are all of them, and soon someone will know that it is Taifu's family and is ready to take the initiative to be martyred!

Jiang Yuhong: "Who is this Taifu? ”

Mo Yin: "Taifu is the grandfather of Jiang Fei, the eldest grandson of the emperor. ”

Jiang Yuhong: "Then what does this have to do with the funeral?"

"I heard that it is to make Jiang Fei the emperor's grandson, and in exchange, the entire nine clans of the Taifu will be martyred, and no one will be left!"

Jiang Yuhong was surprised: "In order to let Jiang Yunfeng's descendants inherit the throne, Taifu is too hard." ”

"Young man, you don't understand, if someone else inherits the throne, Taifu will also be exterminated by the Nine Clans. In the crowd, someone took Jiang Yuhong's words.

Jiang Yuhong couldn't close his mouth in surprise, who are these people, is the throne, is power so important?

Jiang Yuhong couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it, because at this time, Taifu had already gotten into the coffin he had prepared, and then the soldier next to him closed the lid and nailed the coffin lid tightly.

Master Taifu, who has not been in the past few days, did not say a word, the old lady did so, and did not gnaw, and the same was true for the five sons. But when those daughters-in-law were carried into the coffin, these people who married into the Taifu Mansion just to climb the high branches were usually pampered, and they never thought that when they reached middle age, they would have to die like this if they were not sick or painful.

These rich ladies who were like flowers and jades immediately trembled with their legs, and those soldiers didn't care, they just stuffed them in, and these people cried in the coffin.

When the family members outside saw it, they also began to cry somewhere. If the crying of the funeral procession is somewhat of a show, the people of the Taifu family, this crying is genuine. Jiang Yuhong's scalp was numb and mournful as he listened to it in the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, those who were buried were thrown directly into the coffins by the soldiers, and the gang cried even more bitterly.

There will always be escapees, and the soldiers will kill them directly, and they will also throw them into the coffin, and for a while, the whole team will suddenly be disorganized, and the lonely wolf will howl, which is very terrifying.

Jiang Yuhong really couldn't stand it, looking back, Mo Yin was worse than him, and he cried directly, crying so badly, crying so sadly.

Jiang Yuhong: "Why are you crying? With me, no one can touch you." ”

Mo Yin: "It's you!"

Jiang Yuhong: "That's right, it's me." ”

After Jiang Yuhong said this, he immediately regretted it, and Mo Yin buried his head directly on his shoulder.

Growing so big, it was the first time to borrow a shoulder to go out, Jiang Yuhong's face suddenly turned red, and he had the intention to push Mo Yin away, and gently pushed it, but Mo Yin actually stretched out his hand and hugged Jiang Yuhong's neck with one hand.

Jiang Yuhong: "Don't make trouble!"

Mo Yin didn't reply to him, hugged Jiang Yuhong's neck tightly with one hand, and directly reached out to pinch Jiang Yuhong with the other. The attack was so ruthless, Jiang Yuhong was immediately pinched and grinned, and when he looked at the people around him, it was not easy to have a seizure, so he had to endure it.

The burial ceremony of the eldest prince Jiang Yunfeng, after dozens of procedures, put down the broken dragon stone, and the tomb door was closed, the entire ceremony was completed. The brigade of people and horses protected all the dignitaries and returned to Peacock City, and the other people who watched the excitement naturally dispersed, and the rest of the matter was responsible for the Imperial Tomb Guard Army.

When Jiang Yuhong and Mo Yin saw each other, they protected the soul lamp and also went to the main altar.

The Imperial Mausoleum of the Peacock Empire, in the tomb of the great prince Jiang Yuhong

"My lord, Taifu is the largest coffin next to it. One dressed in black, bent over, said respectfully.

"After all, it is a Taifu, even if it is a martyrdom, it is also the treatment of accompanying the burial of the imperial mausoleum. The person who spoke was also dressed in black, but he wore a hat on his head and a mask to cover his face, but the gold belt around his waist seemed to have a high status.

The golden belt put his hand on Taifu's coffin, and then walked a few steps around the coffin, before continuing: "Taifu is dead, the nine major families are collectively martyred, and countless important positions cannot be replaced for a while and a half, presumably the Peacock Empire is already negligent at this time. ”

"What the Lord said is that the Lord is wise, and everything is under the control of the Lord of Adults. ”

Belt: "That's natural. Our people, when will they arrive. ”

"It's all on the go, that is, these two days. ”

Belt: "Good!"

The ambitious gold belt, reached out and patted the lid of Taifu's coffin, and was about to leave the tomb, just walked out a dozen steps, and suddenly heard a sound behind him, looking back, it was Taifu's coffin that was constantly shaking, as if there was something inside to rush out.

"My lord, it can't be a corpse. ”

Golden Belt: "I'm a Netherworld Sect, specializing in the affairs of Netherworld ghosts, it's rare to be afraid of it?"

"With adults here, there's no need to be afraid. As soon as the little minion's voice fell, with a bang, the coffin board flew out by itself, and then the Taifu, who was dressed in white, turned over and came out of the coffin!

For the Netherworld Sect, thousands of years of history, I have heard all kinds of corpses, and I have seen a lot of corpses, today is the first time, Taifu has been dead for a long time, and his body still has residual warmth, why is it that the corpse is deceived at this point in time?

Golden Belt: "Hide aside!" After that, the golden belt shook his body, and he arrived behind Master Taifu, and several soul-breaking nails controlled the joints of Taifu's limbs, and if he wanted to move again, he could only struggle weakly on the ground.

"Youquan-sama is still powerful!" Youquan, one of the Nine Hell Envoys of the Netherworld Sect, has become famous for his strange and unpredictable body and endless changes.

Youquan: "But, no, the Soul Breaker Nail can't be suppressed, so I have to find a way." ”

"My lord, why don't you try the Soul Suppression Lamp?"

Youquan: "Great idea!"