"Something is wrong!"

The King of Tongxian Stele snorted, his brows furrowed, and his eyes looked in the direction of five o'clock.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

Soon, there was a sound of wood grinding against each other.

"It's a coffin!"

Ba Hongyu's face changed, and without saying a word, he took a step back and hid himself behind us.

"Coffin?"

The King of Tongxian Tablet is a step forward.

Chu Siyu didn't say a word, he was lying in front of me, Situ Qing had no expression on his face, and was relatively calm.

After a few moments, the squeaks got closer, and several shadows emerged in the mist.

It may be that the appearance of these people has dispersed the fog, or it may be because of the direction of the wind, the fog has faded a lot at this time, and the range of sight has increased from the original three meters to about ten meters.

In such a mist, four upright people, carrying a coffin, appeared in our sight.

Squeak!

After another shrill grinding sound, the four people carrying the coffin stopped at a distance of about six or seven meters from us, looking at us with stiff eyes.

Four men, with different clothes on their bodies, two of them looked dressed up, very similar to the names of farmers who went to the field when they were busy farming, and most of these two were villagers from the old village.

There are two left, one is wearing a tight leather jacket and leather pants, and his scalp is blue, quite similar to Situ Qing before, and the other is shirtless and covered with tattoos.

These four people are dead, not alive.

The fatal wounds on their bodies varied, the two villagers standing in front of them were dressed as fatal wounds between the chest and abdomen, one had an arm-thick branch stuck in the heart, and the other had its entire chest cut open by some sharp weapon, and there were no internal organs in the half-open chest.

The other two, the one with a blue scalp, had half of his face collapsed, as if he had been beaten by a sledgehammer.

The one with tattoos all over his body was covered with scratches of all sizes, and these scratches cut the tattoos on his body to pieces.

His fatal wound was in the carotid artery, the blue veins and tendons were exposed, and it looked like the blood vessels had been torn apart by some kind of beast.

After stopping the coffin, the four stood stiffly in place, without the slightest intention of attacking.

They didn't attack, we didn't move, we watched them vigilantly.

"Retreat, this is the coffin of the corpse bearer, you can't resist hard!" Ba Hongyu's slightly deep voice sounded behind us.

"Corpse bearer?"

If I look at those stiff corpses with deep meaning, as far as I know, the corpse bearer does have some small methods of controlling corpses, but he can control four corpses at the same time, and also make a so-called coffin, I really have never heard of it.

In Grandpa's notes, the corpse bearer was also mentioned, but the record of the corpse bearer on it focused on the corpse bearer's corpse carrying cloth, and there was no mention of the coffin at all.

The corpse cloth of the corpse bearer is equivalent to the two needles of our second leather craftsman, which belongs to the unique magic weapon of the corpse bearer.

When carrying the corpse, the corpse bearer will not directly carry the corpse on his back, but will put a corpse cloth on his back, which is the same as the two needles of yin and evil.

The second needle of yin and evil is to absorb the yin and evil qi of the corpse when suturing the corpse, so as to transform into a magic weapon.

When the corpse bearer carries the corpse, he absorbs the yin and evil qi on the corpse and transforms into a magic weapon.

What I didn't expect was that I didn't see the corpse bearer's corpse cloth today, but I saw this so-called coffin.