Long Jiuyao withdrew the Tai Chi God and Demon Diagram and looked around cautiously.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the wind is cloudy.

Except for the occasional cry of an unknown animal coming from the mountains and forests, Long Jiuyao didn't even see a ghost.

Long Jiuyao stood in place, scratching his head a little puzzled, and muttered in a low voice, "Haunted?" Or am I schizophrenic?"

As soon as the words fell, a black hand appeared out of thin air in front of him, slapped Long Jiuyao fiercely, and then quickly disappeared into the night.

"! If I disturb your cultivation, you come out and squeak, don't mess with me!"

Suddenly, countless black hands appeared in the dark night, "crackling" and smacking Long Jiuyao.

"Okay, okay, I'll go, don't let me catch you! ”

Miao Jiang.

Mo Li stood on the astrology altar, looked at Long Jiuyao in the crystal ball, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! The stinky boy dares to go to the ghost market to die with this ability! ”

On the astrological altar sat an old man with a pale face and white eyes.

Seeing that Mo Li was like an old child, the old man withdrew his waving arm and said with a smile: "Hehe, your son-in-law is very unusual, so you dare to poke and poke me to make some tricks behind my back." If he finds out one day, be careful that you come to Miaojiang to fight you all over the place. ”

"If you dare to come to Miaojiang, I won't be able to kill him! Forget it, I'll bypass this stunned seed today, and I'll go see how my daughter's cultivation is. Mo Li just took two steps, and turned to the old man uneasily: "I can tell you Ang Wu Qiling, you and my brother have felt for so many years, if you dare to tell me about today's events, I can turn my face with you!"

"Hehe, since you are afraid that your son-in-law will come to Miaojiang to fight you all over the place, then treat others well. ”

"I'm afraid of his stunned species?" Mo Li said domineeringly: "I'm not afraid of Mo Litian and the earth, no one in this world dares to do anything to me!

At this time, halfway up the mountain not far from the astrology building, Mo Ying's shout suddenly sounded: "Old man, I don't know this exercise, you hurry up and teach me!"

"Hey, girl, don't worry, Dad is coming!" Mo Li's domineering energy disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a cheap smile, like a little dog's legs, and ran out of the astrology building.

Wu Qiling looked at his back and shook his head with a helpless smile.

......

Fengdu City.

Long Jiuyao shrank thousands of miles again, and the sword flew again, and ran back to the coffin shop in embarrassment.

"Huhuhuhu......" Long Jiuyao closed the door, panting non-stop, it was the first time he had been scared like this for so long in the Flood Era.

After calming down for a long time, looking at his slap print, the more Long Jiuyao thought about it, the more angry he became.

walked to the coffin and opened the coffin lid, angrily raised his slap and slapped Yan Yingjun's corpse, and scolded while smoking: "Don't stop when you're dead, let you scare me, I'll let you scare me!"

After Long Jiuyao calmed down, he naturally knew that there must be a strong man playing tricks on him when he was beaten, but he couldn't find this person, so he could only vent his anger on Yan Yingjun's corpse.

"Brother Jiuyao, what are you doing on this big night?" Xie Bi'an was woken up, opened his eyes and asked in a daze.

Long Jiuyao said nonsense: "No...... It's okay, I'll give him an extra degree. ”

"Brother Jiuyao is really different, even Chaodu is so handsome! Then you slowly overdo it, I continue to sleep. After Xie Bi'an finished speaking, he plunged into the quilt again.

Long Jiuyao bypassed Yan Yingjun's corpse and sat on the ground, thinking to himself: Who will be the person who is playing with himself? Shen Gongbao, Hongjun Ancestor, or the tree demon who has already fled, or the believer Carl? Probably not, they and I are mortal enemies, and one must die when we meet, how can there be such kindness to play tricks on me.

Long Jiuyao racked his brains and thought about all the people he had enemies with, but he didn't expect to be in Miaojiang, a powerful and majestic old man who was sometimes vulgar and boring......

Early the next morning, a sound of slamming the door woke up Long Jiuyao and the others.

Long Jiuyao got up and opened the door extremely reluctantly, looked at the middle-aged man outside the door and asked, "What are you urging? If the door is broken, you won't pay me?"

The middle-aged man was also stunned when he saw Long Jiuyao, and asked instead of answering, "Who are you?"

"Yan Yingjun died violently, I am his second uncle from afar, and this coffin shop will belong to me in the future, if there is anything, hurry up. Long Jiuyao had the air to get up, and his voice was a little rushed.

"Died suddenly?" The middle-aged man widened his eyes in surprise and asked incredulously, "I saw that he was fine a few days ago, why did he suddenly die suddenly?"

"Are you reluctant to him or what? If you are reluctant to him, I will take you to be buried with him. ”

Seeing that Long Jiuyao didn't seem to be easy to mess with, the middle-aged man took out two gold coins and handed them to Long Jiuyao: "My old lady passed away today, you pick a good coffin for me, send it to my house at night, and prepare a better funeral team by the way." Two gold coins are just a deposit, as long as it can make my old lady go beautifully, money is not a problem. ”

"Okay, okay, leave an address, I'll be there before dark. Long Jiuyao sent the middle-aged man away, washed his face and refreshed himself.

Xie Bi'an and Fan Wusu sat up and asked, "What's the matter, Brother Jiuyao, do you have a business?"

"No, I really can't see Yan Yingjun like this, and someone even took the initiative to buy a coffin. It's a miracle that I can still earn some extra money with him in my lifetime. ”

When Xie Bi'an heard what he meant, it seemed that he really wanted to take care of the coffin shop's business, and asked puzzledly: "Brother Jiuyao, aren't you going to deal with the ghost market?"

"There is no action on the ghost market, what are you anxious about, if you want to provoke a fight between the corpse chasing faction and the ghost market, we have to slowly figure out a way. Besides, I estimate that with Yan Yingjun's status, the people over there in the ghost market should not come to him if they are fine, and we can just use the coffin shop as a cover, as the so-called most dangerous places are often the safest. ”

Xie Bi'an gave a thumbs up when he heard this, and praised: "Brother Jiuyao is really a master of art, bold and smart. ”

"After the prize, let's get some food first. ”

......

In the evening, Long Jiuyao, who had been pouting in the coffin shop for a day, was picking out the coffin with his hands behind his back in the store.

After choosing for a long time, the red solid wood coffin was not bad in the end, and Long Jiuyao decided that it was him.

"I'm going to make extra money, you two wait for me to come back. ”

Long Jiuyao held the stereo he wanted from Brother Li in his left hand, and raised the coffin on his shoulder with one arm in his right hand, and walked towards the middle-aged man's house.

Walking on the street, Long Jiuyao attracted the attention of countless people.

A solid wood coffin weighs four or five hundred pounds, and Long Jiuyao actually carried the coffin all over the street like an anti-child, which was really a bit terrifying!

A few minutes later, Long Jiuyao found the middle-aged home according to the address.

The middle-aged man is a big family, the tall face is very magnificent, and there is a white cloth hanging on it, and there are several subordinates at the door who are greeting the people who come to mourn.

"Dude, let me go, I'll bring a coffin to your old lady. ”

Several subordinates looked at Long Jiuyao in amazement, and moved their stiff bodies to make way for him.

Long Jiuyao walked into the courtyard and put the coffin on the ground, and the middle-aged man hurriedly greeted him when he saw this: "Second uncle, you are here, I can't see that you are thin and weak, but you have a good strength!"

"Okay, when are we going to start?"

The middle-aged man looked around when he heard this, and asked, "What about the funeral team? ”

"No, I'm the funeral team. After Long Jiuyao finished speaking, he patted the stereo he was holding.

The middle-aged man had never seen a stereo, so he didn't know what it was, but he didn't dare to argue with Long Jiuyao, so he could only nod and respond: "That's okay, I'll let my subordinates build a spiritual shed immediately." ”

Late at night, the coffin was set up at the door, and the old lady was lying on the table in the shed, looking so peaceful.

The courtyard was full of kneeling subordinates, and the middle-aged man said to Long Jiuyao, who was sitting on the chair, "Second uncle, you can play mourning music." ”

"Okay, I'll play the song right away. ”

Long Jiuyao connected to the stereo, turned the sound to the maximum, turned on the music, selected a song and clicked play.

"Nan Wu Na Darayaya, Nan Wu Ali Yajana, Sagara Beljana......" A big sad mantra suddenly resounded in the compound, and it was still a DJ version.

The middle-aged and the subordinates had never heard such a hilarious voice, and completely forgot that this was a vigil, and they couldn't control their bodies a little, and shook their bodies with the DJ.

Half a minute later, a subordinate pointed to the mourning hall and said, "It's moving! It's moving! Look at it! The old lady's finger has moved!"