Yuan Fan did not step forward to greet the tavern junior, but stood on the ridge not far away to watch.

The coffin, as black as ink, was made of wood that was bound up with some kind of wood, and it gently emitted a brown light, which ordinary people could not detect at all.

More than a dozen people walked towards this side, and when they passed in front of Yuan Fan, many people turned their heads, and after seeing the big yellow dog, they couldn't help but stay away.

None of these people had set foot in the cultivation, and the first time they saw a big earth dog like a giant wolf, they couldn't help but be afraid.

These dozen or so people are dressed plainly, and their clothes have large and small patches, which can be seen that their lives are not comfortable and a little embarrassed.

Among them, there was a seven or eight-year-old child who caught Yuan Fan's attention.

The child had a haggard face and was in poor spirits, unlike any child he had ever seen, with barely any bloodshot visible on his face, and it was incomparably white.

Yuan Fan was silent, feeling that the scene in front of him was a little weird, and couldn't help frowning.

In front, an old man led the way with a crutch, four big men carried the coffin, and the others were holding white sails or carrying wreaths, crying only the tavern boy and a woman of eighteen or nineteen, and an old woman full of wrinkles.

The three of them supported each other forward, constantly wiping their tears, and it seemed that the people in the coffin were their family.

"Little two."

Yuan Fan felt that the person in the coffin was not dead, and couldn't help but scream, wanting to be informed.

Xiao Er heard someone calling him, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and turned his head, when he saw Yuan Fan, he was slightly stunned, and then turned his head without saying a word, and ignored Yuan Fan.

"Boy, there is an evil force surrounding the coffin, and it is taking the life of the person in the coffin." The big yellow dog stood aside and reminded in a low voice.

When Yuan Fan heard this, he immediately looked at the pitch-black coffin, and two black lights shot out of his eyes, sensing the abnormality.

He saw a cloud of humanoid gas sitting hovered on the coffin, waving his palm, snatching the breath of life from the person in the coffin.

Suddenly, the humanoid gas opened its eyes and shot out two cold rays of light to meet Yuan Fan's eyes.

This scene was very weird, Yuan Fan was caught off guard, the eyes of the humanoid gas were full of dead air, and there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, which was very terrifying.

"Who are you, and why did you take that man's life?"

Yuan Fan spoke loudly, making one of the dozen people not far away stunned, and they all turned their heads to look at Yuan Fan, with a puzzled look on their faces.

More than a dozen people did not step into the cultivation, so naturally they couldn't see the humanoid gas on the coffin, and they looked at each other, not knowing who Yuan Fan was talking to.

"Hehehe, a monk in the early stage of the Inner Dan Realm, as weak as an ant, I advise you not to meddle in your affairs and shut up quickly."

The humanoid gas giggled and spat out human words, and the words were extremely eerie, and when they reached their ears, there was a breathtaking power that ordinary people were destined to suffer from if they heard this voice.

"The evil sect is crooked, taking the vitality of others to practice, you should be the one who should shut up the most!" Yuan Fan's-for-tat response.

He had learned a lot about the practice of the law, and he had also heard of some monks who had gone astray, and who practiced exercises that hurt nature and reason, in order to strengthen their bodies.

"Hehehe, what does the old man practice, what does it have to do with you, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise I will refine you into a dead corpse." The humanoid gas grinned and threatened, its teeth clear, black as black charcoal, without any brilliance.

Yuan Fan chuckled, disapproving, looked at Xiao Er, who looked haggard, and asked, "Xiao Er, what kind of relatives are the people in the coffin?" ”

Xiao Er's expression was sluggish, his eyes were blank, and it could be seen that he hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

When he heard Yuan Fan's question, he subconsciously said: "It's my old father, he is old, he was unwell some time ago, and now he is ......"

Xiao Er told that he couldn't cry halfway through, and he was very sad about his father's death.

But gradually, he reacted again, knowing that Yuan Fan was an immortal cultivator, and combined with the words that Yuan Fan said to the air, he immediately understood.

"My old father is still alive?" He opened his mouth in a trembling voice, a hope rose in his heart, wiped his tears, and looked at Yuan Fan with expectant eyes.

Yuan Fan glanced at the humanoid gas on the coffin, nodded and said, "Your old father is still alive, but if you don't save him, it won't last long." ”

As soon as these words came out, the dozen or so people in the distance all showed incredible expressions, and it was difficult for them to believe Yuan Fan's words.

The old man with a crutch came over and asked in surprise: "You said that Wang Xiaoer's father has not passed away, this is unlikely, I personally helped to feel the pulse to make sure that he has stopped breathing." ”

"Yes, Uncle Wang's health has always been bad, and it is reasonable to pass away, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, you say that he is still alive, this is not to make him unable to enter the ground for peace, insulting a dead man." A big man in the field was a little angry, thinking that Yuan Fan was talking nonsense.

"This Wang Xiaoer's father has been closed for three days, how can he still be alive, even a dead person is insulted, you are simply not human."

"This man is here to make trouble and coax him away."

For a while, seven or eight people in the audience heard Yuan Fan say that Wang Xiaoer's father was still alive, and felt that this was insulting a dead person, so that a dead person could not be buried in the ground, and they all gossiped, pointing at Yuan Fan, and the words were very ugly.

Others are standing still, looking indifferent, waiting to see a good show.

Yuan Fan looked around at everyone, shook his head slightly, and did not talk, but looked at Xiao Er, and said, "Do you believe me?" ”

Xiao Twenty is very shrewd, and he can open a tavern in a gathering place for monks like Misty Immortal City, and his thoughts are different from those of others.

He has a lot of knowledge and knows that there are some strange and unpredictable immortal arts, which can kill people invisibly, and can also save people from the dead.

"Guest, I believe you." He nodded without hesitation.

Yuan Fan smiled, and then with a wave of his hand, a small golden sword flew out of his fingertips, and the golden glow spilled down, flying directly towards the humanoid gas on the coffin.

"You dare!"

The humanoid gas let out a loud shout, but he didn't expect Yuan Fan to really dare to make a move on him, so he hurriedly waved his palms, and a large amount of black mist filled out, wanting to resist the golden little sword.

However, the golden sword only shook slightly, and with a bang, it directly shattered him, and he didn't even have a chance to escape.

All this happened in the light of light, and everyone in the audience did not react, and they were stunned and froze in place.

They are all ordinary people who have never been out of the village in almost their lives, and what they see in front of them is beyond their comprehension.

Although more than a dozen people did not see the humanoid gas, they saw a black mist filling the coffin, this scene was a little sudden, beyond their cognition, and a few people were so frightened that they hurriedly ran away.

"Ahem, ahem."

At this time, a violent coughing sound came from inside the coffin, which was very abrupt, and everyone heard it clearly, and their faces were a little incredulous, could it be that Wang Xiaoer's father was really alive.

Wang Xiaoer hurriedly ran over to open the coffin, and soon his face showed joy, and he saw that his father was trembling and crawling up.

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded, and many people wiped their eyes, thinking that they had seen it wrong.

"Father!"

Wang Xiaoer and the eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman shouted at the same time, with joy in their choked voices, and the two helped the old man in the coffin up.

The wrinkled old woman had already stayed in place, it was Wang Xiaoer's mother, and now, seeing her wife come to life, her hands were trembling slightly because of excitement.

The others also reacted and surrounded them.

Everyone looked at Wang Xiaoer's father and felt that a dead man who had closed his eyes for three days could still come back to life, such a thing was shocking, shocking, and strongly impacted their nerves.

Yuan Fan stood in the distance, silent.

He frowned slightly, realizing that Fang Cun's mass of humanoid gas was nothing more than a wisp of doppelganger, not even a doppelganger, but a random thought.

Such a monk is very powerful, and he can give birth to independent consciousness with a random thought, and he can also practice by taking the life breath of others.