You must know that when the corpse is buried, but the dead can no longer die, and the people are about to burn.

What does this sudden mean, is it a corpse?

On the mourning hall, there was a deathly silence.

Hong Zhaoli, who had already turned around and walked a few steps, turned around again, his eyes were like eagles, and his vigorous murderous aura instantly poured into the coffin like a tide.

Whining!

Whining!

There were a few more muffled cries from the coffin.

This time, everyone really listened!

"What's going on?" Hong Zhaoli looked coldly at Wen Hanqiu and the others.

"Helper, this is strange, the person really died at that time." Wen Hanqiu shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression.

"Hmph, if you want to play a ghost trick with me, Lao Tzu will send you to hell with his own hands."

Hong Zhaoli sneered.

Even if Qin Hou didn't die, he was a great grandmaster, wouldn't it be easy to kill that kid?

When Wan Jiabao and the others saw that Hong Zhaoli's eyes were different, they hurriedly stood by the coffin!

"Mr. Wan, there seems to be something wrong with your coffin."

"Why don't you let me show you?"

Hong Zhaoli's eyes skyrocketed, and Sen Ran asked.

"If the dead are put in the coffin, they won't worry about the gang leader."

Wan Jiabao refused.

"What if I have to see it?"

Hong Zhaoli's anger rose, and the shocked Wan Jiabao and others felt a sigh in their chests, their qi and blood surged, and they couldn't even stand on their feet.

"Woo!"

The cry in the coffin became more urgent.

"If Gang Master Hong insists on disturbing the undead of Lord Hou, we can only fight to the death." With a wave of Wan Jiabao's hand, the disciples of the Qin Gang pulled out their blades and stood by the coffin without fear.

"Even you garbage want to stop me, what if you demolish your mourning hall today?"

Hong Zhaoli was furious, waved his arm, and everyone flew out like a broken kite.

"Qin Hou, whether you are dead or alive, I will never let you live again, tonight is destined to be your death."

"Woo!"

"Woo!"

The person in the coffin heard Hong Zhaoli's cold voice, and the call became more and more urgent.

"Are you scared?"

"Haha, are you scared too?"

"Let's go down and see Lord Yama!"

Hong Zhaoli couldn't stop laughing, and then the smile on his face stiffened, and he slapped his palm on the coffin.

His palm was full of blood, and he used 30,000 catties of dark energy, and penetrated straight into the coffin.

Well!

There was a muffled grunt from the coffin.

Blood poured out of the coffin board.

Hong Zhaoli's divine sense probed inside, and after confirming that the person in the coffin was dead, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Hong Zhaoli's mouth.

"Qin Hou, you are as blessed as the sky, you can not die if you fall from the plane, what if you hide it from my subordinates?"

"After all, you still can't escape Lao Tzu's Five Finger Mountain!"

Hong Zhaoli looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"Master Hou!"

Wan Jiabao and others wailed in grief, knelt by the coffin, and wept incessantly.

"Okay, let's spend a good time with your Hou Ye, I gave him this money to spend on the road."

Hong Zhaoli was so arrogant that he threw a stack of thick banknotes into the brazier next to him, laughing.

"Gang Leader Hong, are you happy too early?"

A cold voice floated from outside the mourning hall.

In an instant, the wind in the mourning hall was fierce, curtains, white flags, and paper money were flying, and the atmosphere was extremely gloomy and terrifying.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts and looked at the door at the same time.

But seeing that under the dim white lantern, a young man in a green shirt stood proudly in the yin wind with his hands in his hands, his long hair and eyebrows drooping, floating in the wind, it was not Qin Yi.

"Master Hou?"

"This?"

Wan Jiabao screamed in disbelief, and after wiping his eyes several times, he was finally sure that this young man holding a long shadow was undoubtedly their Qin Hou.

"Qin Hou, aren't you ......" Hong Zhaoli looked at it and said in surprise.

"I'm not dead, am I?"

"I'm sorry, I disappointed Gang Master Hong, Qin's life is big, and he is safe and sound!"

Qin Yi smiled slightly and walked in slowly.

"Damn, who can tell me what the hell is going on?"

Hong Zhaoli yelled at Wen Hanqiu and the others.

"Helper, there was really a dragon post at that time, and there was ......"

Ah Yong and others complained bitterly.

"Qin Hou, you are not dead, the person in the coffin is ......"

Hong Zhaoli's lips trembled, his heart was cold, and an ominous premonition arose.

"The person in the coffin, the helper is very familiar, you see who didn't come today, isn't it him?"

Qin Yi sneered.

"Battle...... Zhan'er? ”

Hong Zhaoli muttered.

Hong Zhan hasn't shown up for two days, it stands to reason that he shouldn't be present on such a big occasion, could it be that the person in the coffin is his own son?

He didn't dare to think about it any longer, tried to breathe calmly, walked to the coffin, closed his eyes, and slammed the lid open with a palm.

"Boom!"

The coffin was dripping with blood, and a pale, distorted, and desperate face was looking at the coffin board unwillingly.

Isn't it his son Hong Zhan!

Hong Zhan was covered in blood and his bones were shattered, and it was obvious that he had suffered great pain before he died.

Yes!

Yes!

Hong Zhaoli hugged his son, tears raged and cried out to the sky.

He understood that the cry in the coffin just now was his son's distress signal.

hateful, he mistook his own son for Qin Hou, killed the killer, and personally sent Hong Zhan to Huangquan Road.

"Zhan'er!"

Hong Zhao's whole body trembled, and his hair stood upright.

"Gang Leader Hong!"

"You are smart and buried your own son with your own hands, this kind of taste is not comfortable."

"You can't fight me, I'll give you a chance now, abdicate and make way for Xian, I can spare you from dying."

Qin Yi said lightly.

"Abdicate and make way for Xian? It's up to you? Hong Zhaoli forcibly suppressed the grief in his heart and closed the coffin board.

"Father, what Qin Hou said is right, don't fight, take care of your days."

"Without the second brother, I will serve you well, why don't you concentrate on cultivation and pursue the path of immortality?"

Hong Wenbin walked in, knelt on the ground, and pleaded.

Today's mourning hall was originally set up for Hong Zhaoli!

Hong Wenbin knew that this was his father's last hope.

"Hehe, who am I, it turns out that you are a traitor!"

"Qin Hou, your cultivation is not as good as mine, don't forget, this is the territory of my Hong Gang, and I have more elders and guards to help, and I will teach you to repay your blood debt today."

Hong Zhaoli roared angrily, and the strong qi lifted the top of the mourning hall away.

"Really?"

Qin Yi touched the bridge of his nose and said with a playful smile.

Suddenly, Wen Hanqiu, who was standing behind Hong Zhaoli, quietly pulled out a sharp quenching dagger and stabbed it violently.

Hong Zhaoli didn't think that Wen Hanqiu would betray him, Wen Hanqiu was attacking with all his might, and when he came over, where could he dodge, and he was stabbed in the crossing.

The poisoned dagger pierced the heart, and blood gushed out like a spring.

"Ahh

After all, Hong Zhaoli is a god-like famous grandmaster, his supernatural powers shook, sealed his heart with one hand, and at the same time, he shook Wen Hanqiu.