Lingzheng inadvertently threw a look at me, smiled imperceptibly, and did not answer.

Zhao Tianming's expression was unruly, "It's okay for you to escape alone, but if you want to save Tang Chuyi, don't think about it." As he spoke, he clapped his hands together, and the people in the Xuanmen looked at each other, and then formed a circle around us and set up an extremely strange formation.

Lingzheng sacrificed the golden dragon pestle, and his gentle and elegant temperament turned into a cold murderous aura in an instant.

I heard someone in the crowd exclaim, "Golden dragon pestle?!" ”

At this moment, the formation set out by the people in the Xuanmen was a little out of order and a little chaotic, however, in the next moment, it was once again placed in a complete formation. I wondered in my heart that since they knew the Golden Dragon Pestle, it seemed that they recognized Zhao Tianming's enemy as Lingzheng, and they messed up for a while, which means that they all know how powerful Lingzheng is, can I find a breakthrough from here?

Zhao Tianming was stunned for a moment and glanced at Yu Yingying.

Yu Yingying understood, took out a cyan bell from her pocket, and shook it slightly, and the qi on the surrounding Xuanshi suddenly increased a lot.

When I saw this, I was shocked.

I know this kind of technique, Lingzheng once told me, saying that it is to put a small Gu worm in everyone's navel, and then seal the female Gu into the bell, as soon as the bell shakes, the female Gu will control those little Gu worms, and those who are controlled by the little Gu worms will be obedient. This practice is called Destiny Gu on the Yunnan side, and it is called Destiny Technique on our side, which is very evil, because after using it, the Yang Lifespan of the person being controlled will be greatly shortened.

Zhao Tianming and the others didn't even care about other people's lives for their own interests, and actually used life techniques.

Ling Zheng held the golden dragon pestle in his hand, stood firmly in place, muttered a mantra in his mouth, and began to lay out the formation. Lingzheng's technique of arranging the formation is very clever, so clever that you can't even see that he laid out the formation, when was it laid? What kind of formation is it? It's not at all visible.

Zhao Tianming raised his hand, and Yu Yingying put the bell away.

The surrounding Xuanshi were all murderous, staring at us deadly, as if they would rush up and tear us to pieces at any moment.

Lingzheng stopped chanting, and it seemed that the formation had been laid out.

The two gangs of fighting methods can be achieved with one touch.

At this time, Yang Bo's voice suddenly came in: "Third Master Ling, Mr. Zhao, it turns out that you are all here." I turned my head to see that Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang were leading the whole village, carrying Yang Jie's coffin and slowly walking towards us, followed by a team of musicians, blowing and beating, which was the tune of the coffin burial.

We have set up two formations here, and if these villagers break in, won't it be a dead end?

Zhao Tianming and Ling Zheng glanced at each other, and reached a common consciousness at this moment, after all, none of us wanted to kill so many innocent people suddenly. The two of them withdrew the formation at the same time, but the two sides did not slack off and were always ready to fight again.

Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang carried Yang Jie's coffin into a group of us.

Zhao Tianming whispered to Lingzheng: "It's agreed that Yang Jie's coffin will be buried first." ”

Ling Zheng nodded faintly.

Zhao Tianming told again: "Don't cheat halfway." ”

Lingzheng nodded again.

Zhao Tianming was not very relieved, and looked at Lingzheng defensively.

I think he was scared of Lingzheng's "pit", he bargained with Lingzheng several times, but he didn't get the last bit of bargaining, and he was pressed down by Lingzheng every time, no wonder he was so guarded. In fact, Zhao Tianming doesn't need to be like this at all, Lingzheng will only fight back when others calculate him, and under normal circumstances, Lingzheng will not easily deal with anyone, let alone these villagers in Yangjia Village who don't understand anything.

A righteous heart is kinder than anyone else.

At this point, he can be called "Ling Sanye" and "City God".

I looked at the villagers around me and decided to wait for the affairs of Yangjia Village to be dealt with before leaving Lingzheng.

Lingzheng and Zhao Tianming reached a consensus and set out to prepare for the ceremony of Yang Jie's burial, Yu Yingying took this opportunity to follow Zhao Tianming's side, in fact, in order to talk to Lingzheng a few more words. I see it in my eyes, it hurts in my heart, but ...... There's not much I can do.

Lingzheng killed my grandfather, I can't avenge my grandfather, and to be honest, I don't plan to take revenge.

But then again, if you don't take revenge, it seems too much to say.

Revenge, and I am reluctant to attack Lingzheng.

I started to struggle and wanted to get out of here right away.

Shen Yan looked at me sympathetically: "Tang Chuyi, I love Brother Tomb deeply, if one day Brother Tomb kills my family to renew my life, I will be very moved, I will not seek revenge on Brother Tomb." ”

I gave her a blank look: "You said it lightly! You don't have a family, of course. ”

"I've only been with my grandmother since I was a child, and now I'm with my grandmother, they are all my relatives, of course I understand. Think about it, Ling Sanye killed his grandfather, what good did he have? He didn't do it for himself at all, he just wanted you to live a few more days, why can't you feel a little bit of the bitterness in your heart? ”

I kicked her: "You don't have to worry about me." ”

"The old lady doesn't want to care about it yet."

"Humph!"

"Humph......"

Shen Yan also snorted from me, turned her head and walked to the edge of King Ling's tomb, ignoring me no more.

At this time, Yan Xiangci suddenly came over and asked me in a whisper: "Tang Chuyi child, you called the police and said that they abducted and sold women, what about women?" How is it a funeral procession? ”

I pointed to Zhao Tianming and Yu Yingying, and told Yan Xiangci: "Now that I find out, it is a girl brought by the two of them, named Yu Nian, whose soul is under the coffin in this pit behind me, and as for the corpse, I have to ask the two of them." ”

Jin Shiyi interjected: "Yu Nian? Soul? ”

Yan Xiangci nodded: "Okay, I know." As he spoke, he whispered to several of his subordinates for a while, and then they dispersed, probably to check it out.

Jin Shiyi stood beside me, his expression a little excited: "Tang Chuyi, are you interested in joining us?" ”

I shook my head: "I don't want to." ”

"Why not? We're not superficial staff, we're a mysterious organization, and there's no harm in you joining us. ”

I glared at him. This person is rambling, when will he disappear?

"Tang Chuyi?"

"Don't add, go away......"

"Ahh......h

I didn't want to talk to him any more, so I ran behind Lingzheng. Now that you've made up your mind to leave, let's get together and disperse, and finally look at him a few more times.

The villagers who watched the excitement around all went back, leaving only eight strong men, carrying Yang Jie's coffin, and there were a few men in front of them beating gongs and drums, Ling Zheng walked in the first place, Zhao Tianming and Yu Yingying followed behind Ling Zheng, standing on the left and right, Yang Bo and Aunt Yang stood on both sides of Yang Jie's coffin, wiping a few tears from time to time, and walking silently. King Ling and Shen Yan stood a little far away, looking at them coldly, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly similar.

Our group walked to the ancestral grave of the Yang family.

Ling Zheng handed Zhao Tianming a glass bottle, Zhao Tianming held a peachwood sword in one hand and a glass bottle in the other, opened the lid, and poured the liquid inside on Yang Jie's coffin board.

I didn't know exactly what Spirit had arranged, but I wasn't very flustered.

Jin Shiyi protected me on my right side along the way, making himself really like a 'flower messenger'. King Ling's tomb squinted at me from time to time, and I shrugged my shoulders helplessly, turning my head to look at Jin Shiyi, who smiled at me disapprerovingly.

Lingzheng commanded everyone to bury Yang Jie's coffin.

Jin Shiyi walked to King Ling's tomb without fear of death, "This little brother, why do you keep staring at me?" ”

King Ling's tomb did not answer.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Jin Shiyi gloatingly.

Jin Shiyi wanted to pat King Ling's shoulder, but King Ling's tomb suddenly turned pale and stretched out his palm, and a palm-sized female ghost in white danced in his palm, "How far is it for the uncle, how far is it!" ”

Jin Shiyi was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Yo! The little brother is quite impulsive, huh? I know you, you are the junior brother of the third master of Ling, you two senior brothers, one has a cold face and a hot heart, and the other has a cold face and a colder heart, tsk...... Ouch! Feed! Why are you hitting me? ”

King Ling's tomb put away the hand that was patted on Jin Shiyi's back, and said coldly: "If you don't leave, the uncle will unload your arm." ”

Jin Shiyi wanted to say something, but I hurriedly kicked him secretly and asked him not to mess with King Ling's tomb.

Jin Shiyi grinned, "This comrade, do you think I'm afraid of King Ling's tomb?" ”

As soon as King Ling's tomb heard this, his temper immediately came up, and he made a gesture to clean up the Jin Shiyi, I was startled, and immediately pulled him down: "Uncle Lingwang's tomb is angry, don't be impulsive, don't be like this kind of person, he eats public food and eats his mouth bad." Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Seeing us like this, Jin Shiyi did not continue to provoke King Ling's tomb, made a grimace, turned around and walked to the side.

The funeral procession knocked and beat all the way to deliver Yang Jie's body to the center of the ancestral grave. The grave has been dug here in advance, and Zhao Tianming was asked to help see it before. After the coffin bearer stopped, Zhao Tianming began to chant a mantra, sprinkled rice grains and wine, and poured the brown liquid from the glass bottle that never left his hand onto the coffin board. It dawned on me that the liquid was corpse oil. I only know of people who use paper money to open the way to the coffin, and I have never seen anyone pave the road with corpse oil.

This glass bottle was given to Zhao Tianming by Lingzheng.

Both of them are better at magic than mine, but how did they come up with the idea of paving the way with corpse oil?

Isn't the corpse oil a sign of yin, what do you want to do to sweep Yang Jie's coffin?

A few of us watched silently and didn't do anything.

The funeral presided over by Lingzheng went smoothly, the coffin was buried, and Zhao Tianming was instructed to do it. The whole ceremony took only half an hour.

At this time, it was getting dark, and the funeral procession also turned around and left, and the direction was Yang Jie's home.

Zhao Tianming was wary of Lingzheng and casually prepared to fight.