"Why?" Gao Yanli had palpitations for a while, and her keen intuition told her that Ye Xuanfu was not joking!

"I don't think you'll want to know."

Ye Xuanfu gasped, his eyes turned, and he still chose to tell Gao Yanli, Zhang Mingyu and the others.

First, as an employer, you naturally have the right to know; Second...... After learning the severity and danger level, Ye Xuanfu increased his remuneration......

"There are various styles of coffins, including materials, shapes, lengths, and even sealing techniques, and there can be thousands of different styles, different styles and different uses, not to mention for the time being."

"There are also many colors of the exterior paint of the wooden coffin, including yellow, black, and ...... Red! ”

Seeing Ye Xuanfu's gaze, Gao Yanli's heart shook violently, and she seemed to have a sense: "Could it be ...... What's the ...... of the red coffin? Is it different? ”

Ye Xuanfu smiled bitterly and said, "It's not enough! Ordinary people mostly use black coffins, and some of the ancient dignitaries and nobles chose yellow coffins to bury the bodies of the dead and put them into the ground. But red...... For the coffin of the town! The brighter the color, the stronger the suppression! ”

"Dark red, crimson, bright red, vermilion......" Gao Yanli muttered, her pupils suddenly shrank.

"The more gorgeous the color of the coffin, the more vicious the corpse in the coffin!"

Ye Xuanfu nodded, his eyes revealing a trace of remembrance and jealousy: "I have done a lot of magic with the old man, and the coffin I saw, nine times out of ten, the body of the deceased has undergone a corpse transformation!" ”

"Hmph, nonsense! I see that some funerals are made of vermilion coffins, which are very common, and there is nothing at all. Zhang Mingyu sneered silently.

Ye Xuanfu didn't bother to argue with him, but Gao Yanli spoke: "The vermilion coffin is not necessarily a coffin, and not all the people know this, it is normal for them to choose a red coffin to bury ordinary corpses." ”

"That's right, so I hope that the dozen or so coffins washed out by the mudslide are just ordinary vermilion coffins, not calming coffins." Ye Xuanfu whispered.

"Zong...... It's just a zombie, and it's not that I haven't killed it......" was said by Gao Yanli, Zhang Mingyu had to mutter, venting his dissatisfaction.

Ye Xuanfu glanced at Zhang Mingyu, he felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, but he didn't say the worst.

If those dozen or so coffins are all coffins, it means that more than a dozen zombies have been buried! And the most colorful coffin is a corpse king that is very likely to be sealed inside!

If this is the case, it will definitely be a big disaster, and it will even set off a bloody storm in Ningcheng! You're a stinky hairy boy, how many zombies can you kill even if you have some ability? B-headed ...... Three-headed ...... Four-headed ...... Or a corpse king?!

"Where did the mudslide happen?"

"Lijia Village."

"Go to Lijia Village! We'll talk about the rest when we arrive! ”

Ye Xuanfu was worried, stopped a yellow taxi on the side of the road, and took the lead in it......

……

The sky dome collapsed, and the rain poured down, like a heavy falling bead curtain, misty, and Ningcheng completely became a water world.

Ningcheng is mountainous, and the distant peaks are becoming more and more green in the rain, faintly appearing in the water curtain, just like the ethereal Penglai Mountain overseas, and the overall beauty is like an ink painting.

But Ye Xuanfu, Gao Yanli, Zhang Mingyu and the other three didn't have that leisure, and slowly appreciated the poetry and painting in front of them, their eyes fell on the black yellow paper in Ye Xuanfu's hands, their hearts were as heavy as iron, and they didn't have the slightest mood.

"Corpse gas?"

Corpse gas!

The rain contains corpse energy!

"This is not Ganlin, but an evil and vicious corpse rain!" Ye Xuanfu's face was extremely pale, and he burned the blackened rune paper with a fire.

In the process of burning the rune paper and flying ash, Ye Xuanfu's face changed little by little, surprised, angry, then cold, and finally a strong killing intent burst out from the bottom of his eyes.

"What if...... Poured the corpse rain on people...... Living...... Will there be any impact? Gao Yanli said with a pale face.

"If you are drenched in corpse rain for a long time, you will be eroded by corpse qi, resulting in ignorance of the spirit, the three souls and seven spirits will be closed, and the body will turn into a living corpse." Ye Xuanfu said word by word, and his words seemed to have murderous intent.

"Turned into a living corpse?!" Gao Yanli's delicate body shook, suddenly changed color, and almost fell to the ground.

This corpse rain almost enveloped the entire Ning City, and all the people in the entire city became living corpses, what kind of concept would it be?

I can't imagine! I can't imagine!

"Millions of living corpses! A dead city through and through! Even the rebellious Zhang Mingyu was frightened, his lips turned white, and one hand involuntarily rested on the long cloth bag behind his back.

"It's nothing if it's just a living corpse, but it will continue to transform into a more powerful and terrifying existence!" Ye Xuanfu smiled bitterly.

Great Terror! Don't dare to think!

"Damn, isn't it the apocalyptic zombie crisis!" Zhang Mingyu exclaimed, and a scene of zombies running rampant and humans had nowhere to survive came to his mind.

"Mr. Ye, what should I do, I can represent ...... The relevant departments fully support you! Gao Yanli suddenly hugged Ye Xuanfu's arm and asked hurriedly and fearfully.

"Oh......"

Ye Xuanfu glanced down at the plump chest squeezed on his arm, silently remembered this softness and pressure, and said with a dry cough: "Actually, it's okay, because there are not many corpses in the rain, and the rain is so heavy that it is thinning." In addition, the people of Ningcheng have the habit of carrying umbrellas on March 3, and the corpse rain has little impact on people after hitting the umbrella. ”

"Taking a step back, even if it is drenched in corpse rain, as long as it is not long, at most, there will be minor problems such as body chills and colds, and it will not immediately become a living corpse."

As soon as Ye Xuanfu said this, Gao Yanli immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but she did not let go of Ye Xuanfu's arm.

"It's better not to get drenched." Zhang Mingyu shrank his body, trying to be within the range of the umbrella, and had a trace of fear of the corpse rain outside the umbrella.

That being said, it's better to be careful. After all, today is the third day of the third month of March, I'm afraid things are not that simple......" Ye Xuanfu said.

"What will happen?" Zhang Mingyu leaned over and asked cautiously.

"Why do you ask so much?" Ye Xuanfu glared at him head, didn't say much, and walked forward with an umbrella, not knowing what to think again.

"Lijia Village is just ahead, and the rain is so heavy that I hope it won't cause mudslides or landslides again." Gao Yanli said worriedly.

Lijia Village, completely shrouded in the downpour, lonely like a flat boat in the storm, I am really afraid that it will be overturned by the waves and sink in the ocean and disappear.

Small two- and three-story houses were built scattered in all corners of the village, the main roads were paved with cement, and families with better conditions even bought private cars.

"The environment is good." Ye Xuanfu glanced at it and felt that Lijia Village was a wealthy village, but the rainstorm made the village lifeless and without a figure.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Gao Yanli let go of Ye Xuanfu's arm and made a call that lasted no more than tens of seconds.

After a while, a middle-aged man rushed over with a black umbrella in the company of several sturdy young people.

"Miss Gao, you're here." The middle-aged man said in a panic, making a look, and the strong man next to him hurriedly handed over two brand-new umbrellas.

Gao Yanli didn't answer, she smiled slightly, and chose to continue to share an umbrella with Ye Xuanfu, while Zhang Mingyu grabbed the umbrella on the side and angrily threw away the broken umbrella that Ye Xuanfu sold to him for 100 yuan.

"Hmph, this umbrella is okay."

"If you like it, it's good if you like it!" The middle-aged man rubbed his hands together and laughed.

"This is Li Yanyun, the village chief of Lijia Village, and this is Mr. Ye Xuanfu, my ...... Friend. Gao Yanli introduced.

"Hello Mr. Ye." The village head, Li Yanyu, hurriedly greeted him, really thinking that Ye Xuanfu was Gao Yanli's friend, and he didn't dare to slack off at all.

Ye Xuanfu nodded, looked around and said, "Okay, this is not the place to talk, let's change places first." ”

The village chief and the others didn't know about the corpse rain, so Gao Yanli remembered it and immediately agreed with Ye Xuanfu's statement.

Several people rushed to the village chief's house, a very spacious field, more than a dozen coffins lined up horizontally and vertically, which seemed to be shiny under the heavy rain, making the soles of people's feet rise a chill.

"Well, is this the coffin of the dozen or so coffins washed out by the mudslide?" Ye Xuanfu said in surprise and suspicion.

This is the village chief's house, how can it be like Yizhuang, Ye Xuanfu was surprised when he passed by the courtyard.

"It's those dozen ominous coffins!" The village chief Li Yanyong said with tears and laughter, who wants to put more than a dozen coffins in his own courtyard, how unlucky and terrifying, but who calls him the village chief, who calls his yard...... What about the maximum?

"Uncle Li is a good village chief!" Ye Xuanfu laughed and gave Li Yan a thumbs up.

"Mr. praised falsely, this is as it should be, as the village head, serve the people!" Li Yan collapsed and said without tears.

The living room of the village chief's house is also magnificently decorated, otherwise I am sorry for the name of the head of a village, and in addition to Ye Xuanfu and others, there are other people.

Ye Xuanfu swept it at a glance and found that behind a few hidden doors, a few pairs of suspicious and frightened eyes were revealed, which must be the family of the village chief Li Yanjun, the old and young women and children.

"Village Chief Li, who is this?" Gao Yanli saw a well-dressed Taoist priest, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, solemn and solemn.

In the face of Gao Yanli's questioning, the Taoist priest did not move at all, and he was a master, Li Yanji said respectfully: "He is a master I invited with a lot of money in Ningcheng, and he is a true descendant of Maoshan ......."

"Poor road!" The Taoist priest, who was originally like an ancient monk, suddenly spoke and interrupted Li Yanji's words.

"It turned out to be the head of Qingyun Dao, and he has admired his name for a long time!" Gao Yanli smiled, her face was beautiful, and Qingyun Daoist opened his eyes and saw a burst of fascination.

"Ahem, the female donor is glad to meet." Qingyun Daoist didn't dare to hold it up, so he got up and saluted Gao Yanli.

"Yo, even if you are a fellow practitioner, maybe you are a senior brother, Mr. Ye!" Zhang Mingyu whistled and teased, "Qingyun Dao Leader is really a master of Maoshan Mountain, and this is also a mage, you can get to know him." ”

"Oh?" Qingyun Dao saw that it was someone brought by Gao Yanli, so he took a closer look and found that Ye Xuanfu was dressed casually and dressed nondescriptly, so he couldn't help but despise it.

But Gao Yanli and Zhang Mingyu wanted to give face, so they pretended to give a salute and said: "There is a statue of the Heavenly Master on the mountain, and there is a Huangquan River under the mountain...... If you don't see Qingyun's real face, you will naturally come to the Tao. Poor Qingyunzi, dare to ask this junior brother who ......"

Daoist Qingyun said a series of cumbersome incisions, which means nothing more than that I am a disciple of the outer sect of Maoshan Mountain, the Taoist number Qingyun, and the tablet Fangshi.