Zhu Wuying laughed: "Something here! Are you afraid that my coffin will be destroyed by me?" As he spoke, he rushed to the middle of the cabinet, exerted his arm strength, shouted, and pushed towards the cabinet. The cabinet was pushed by him, and it fell backwards with a "bang", just pressing on the cabinets in the back row, and the cabinets in the back row also fell further to the back side with the help of force, and those cabinets were row after row, like dominoes, making a continuous "bang, bang, bang" sound, and all of them fell. The coffins stored on the cabinet also fell to the ground in all directions, and the coffin boards and lids were scattered.

I looked intently at the coffin, and there were corpses falling from the coffin, some of them were bones, some were weathered and dried corpses, and some were decomposing. There were thirty or forty cabinets that he pushed to, and there were four or five hundred coffins and corpses scattered, and the scene was a mess.

Feng Lijiang patted his thigh and shouted, "Destroying so many coffins, aren't you afraid that your yin virtue will be lost?"

Zhu Wuying teased and said, "I have done everything that damages yin and virtue, and I can only damage it here."

Feng Lijiang didn't argue with him, he just wanted to move the battlefield as soon as possible and no longer destroy the coffin in the basement, so he said, "I'll go out and wait for you, you follow as soon as possible." As he spoke, he quickly retreated with twenty or thirty people, many of whom were already wounded, supporting each other and crawling to the upper floor.

Zhu Wuying looked at their backs and smiled coldly.

I watched the corpses being overturned and scattered all over the ground, and I was a little reluctant to go, and persuaded me: "The deceased is great, the fault lies in Wangmen, and Wangmen is at fault, let's just find Wangmen, don't be unable to get along with these coffins."

Zhu Wuying glanced at me and said, "Are you telling me in the name of Uncle Shi?"

I was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhu Wuying with gray hair, and didn't dare to call him uncle, so I said, "No."

Zhu Wuying suddenly roared: "Wang Men has trapped me for twenty years, in the dark, eating maggots, and every day with the 'Netherworld Tinder, as a companion. Do you know what it's called? It's not called a prison, it's called a hell of waste, it's an infernal hell. You've only been sleepy for a few days, I've been sleepy for twenty years! You have made me soft on these coffins, and you know how they have done to me."

The more he talked, the more excited I became, and I let out a long sigh, I had been in the Waste Fire Hell for a few days, and I no longer looked like a human being, and a ghost was not like a ghost. He has endured too many grievances for twenty years. Now that I am venting my emotions in the underground space of Wangmen, I really shouldn't point fingers.

I said comfortingly, "I wish you don't get excited, I said it wrong."

Zhu Wuying swallowed a breath, took out a cigarette, lit it in the same way, calmed his emotions, and said, "This is the 'place of soul sacrifice, Old Man Wang uses this place to refine the soul, and achieve the purpose of 'practicing the gods, and' practicing qi."

I learned the name of this place and said, "The place of sacrifice has two floors, the upper layer is full of ashes, and the lower layer is all coffins. When I first got to the upper floor, I was treated as a relative of an urn by the people here. If the soul is refined here, how can any relatives send the ashes or coffins here for storage?"

Zhu Wuying shook his head, took a deep puff of his cigarette, and said, "The relatives don't know."

I suddenly understood that Wang Men claimed that the "place of soul sacrifice" could store the ashes and coffins of deceased relatives, and because of Wang Men's fame and prestige, everyone in the world was convinced that the famous family could compete for an ancestral position in the place of soul worship.

Wang Men not only earns a lot of money, fame and fortune, but also can refine the soul and practice the spirit and qi. It is really the highest means to kill two birds with one stone, harming others and benefiting oneself.

Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth in my heart and cursed Second Master Wang and the others from Wang Sect.

Seeing that Feng Lijiang and they had already evacuated from this layer, I also urged Zhu Wuying: "Let's go out quickly and find them to theorize."

Zhu Wuying threw away the cigarette in his hand, flashed to another cabinet, and pushed with both arms, and rows of cabinets fell. He dodged to another place again, still pushing hard.

After pushing like this five or six times, all the cabinets on this floor had been knocked down, and the coffins and corpses were in pieces.

I looked at the corpses, and I still felt a pang of guilt in my heart. They were sent here for unknown reasons, and their souls were drained after they died. We destroyed the coffins again, and the corpses flew everywhere, and we could not look at them when we died.

After all of them were knocked down, Zhu Wuying was relieved, and walked with me to the upper layer, the negative layer of the place of sacrifice to the soul was countless urns. Since the urn is smaller than the coffin, the number of urns displayed here also far exceeds the coffin. They are neatly arranged on the cabinets, and the rows of cabinets are also displayed in an orderly manner.

There is no one on the negative floor now, and Feng Lijiang and his party are waiting on the ground.

I was worried that Zhu Wuying would destroy these cabinets again, destroy the urn, pull his sleeves all the way, and take him out with him.

When he was about to walk to the steps of the exit, Zhu Wuying was still staring intently at the dazzling array of urns, suddenly broke free of my restraints, flashed to the cabinet, and then palm after palm, flash after flash, "boom", "boom" and "boom" sound came and went. The cabinets were like dominoes, one row after the other, some broken, some torn apart.

The urns were one after the other, falling to the ground in unison, whether wooden or ceramic, all of them were broken into splinters, and the white ashes were mixed together, some fluttering in the air, some spilled on the ground and running water. Even if someone took care of the aftermath, the ashes were mixed together, and no one could tell the difference.

I was dumbfounded.

After Zhu Wuying finished pushing these cabinets, he stood at the top of a pavilion in the flowing water, looking down at the devastation, as if he was looking at his own results. Suddenly laughed: "Is there any fool in this world who would believe Old Man Wang?"

Zhu Wuying flashed in front of me again, looked at the exit outside the steps, changed his face, became serious, and said solemnly, "There are many crises outside, I guess they have already laid a net."

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