I used to work all the time, but now I'm a little embarrassed to suddenly change my identity and let me command others.

Tianlei patiently comforted: "Look at the old head of our Chen Liugong, he is happier than the immortals, and he can't see a figure for three or five years."

"Come on, you rest, *** lived."

The big stone behind me was hot from the sun, so I was just a shopkeeper.

In the afternoon, everything was in place.

Liu Erguang did it very carefully, and even the soul lock and soul attraction banner were erected high.

I took the mourning stick in my hand and knelt next to the corpse.

"Jing'an."

I whispered, "Let's start."

"At that time, the immeasurable three clear ......"

The sound of chanting came and went, and big gongs and small drums sounded one after another.

The chanting continued into the night, and the armor pieces of the armor rattled with the breeze.

I hung the white flower on the katana, and it was like a mourning stick.

Seeing that it was almost time, I pulled my neck and began to howl, "Come back, come back......

In ancient times, corpse chasers often brought back some corpses with incomplete limbs, and the worst of them may have only one finger.

In some regions, it is believed that as long as the head does not come back, the soul does not come back.

Therefore, they will set up the spirit shed, use the limbs back, and hook the dead soul to go back, and it is best to find the head.

Only when this set is made up can it be put into the ground.

What I rely on now is Gu Xiangxi's technique.

It didn't take long for the entire mourning hall to be overturned by the wind, but the leaves outside did not move.

The Lord should be coming!

I stopped crying and said in a deep voice, "Jing'an holds the first lap, Hui'an is ready to attack at any time."

Jing'an just nodded slightly, and the chanting did not stop.

At the same time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the shed, and there was a slight rush and shouting in the chaotic sound.

I turned my head to look at the thunder beside me, "Did you hear that?"

"It's clear."

"Hula!"

As he spoke, the armor stood up without warning.

The chanting suddenly dropped, and I instantly raised my voice: "Don't stop!"

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Unlike the noise just now, the footsteps outside the door suddenly became uniform.

If I hadn't listened carefully, I would have felt like there was only one person.

I looked out along the doorway, and there wasn't even a ghost outside the door.

"Boom."

A gentle breeze blew, and all the candles in the altar were extinguished.

All of a sudden, all that was visible to the naked eye was darkness.

"Don't panic!"

As I spoke, I had already taken the lighter out of my pocket, rushed to the front in three or two steps, and re-lit the candle.

When the candlelight was cast again, the chanting stopped abruptly.

Everyone, including Jing'an, looked at me in a daze.

"Don't stop, you go on."

That's when I suddenly noticed something was wrong with their eyes.

They weren't looking at me, they were looking behind me.

I suddenly turned around, and I saw soldiers in armor and spears.

"Roar!"

They stomped their feet suddenly, and the spears in their hands were pointed forward, and I struck a force on my waist and fell backwards to the bottom of the stage.

What I didn't expect was that along with Jing'an, all the Taoist priests came to a place where birds and beasts scattered.

Everyone threw the magic weapons in their hands all over the place, and they fled for their lives one by one, and no one cared about anyone.

I never imagined that the enemy would be in this state at the moment.

"Hey!"

The sharp drink behind me brought me back to my senses, and I looked back at Hui'an, who had always been infamous, and shot immediately.

The purple Da Luo appeared on Hui An again, sometimes empty, sometimes real.

"Whew!"

Hui'an's fat body became extremely dexterous at this moment, leaning forward and rushing forward, like a crazy yak.

I saw Da Luo's mouth turn into a forklift, and when the upper and lower jaws touched, the ground was clean.

"Boom la la ......"

The beast-faced armor on the stage suddenly jumped high and attacked Hui'an's back on a rampage.

"Bang!"

I shook my hand, revealing the true form of a katana, with the front on the chest of the armor.

Hui An also turned around at this time, and Da Luo's ghost head was like a spring, grazing my ear and biting out.

I can't tell if it's the role of the katana or the power of Daluo.

In an instant, the armor turned into a lump of mud, and it collapsed on the ground with no ferocity to speak of.

Hui An suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled: "I thought it was something, just garbage, what are you afraid of?"

Turning his head, he looked at the door again, and sneered, "It's better to scare a bunch of garbage like this!"

I silently put my katana into its scabbard, "Thank you."

"You say, do I have a turnaround?"

Seeing his excitement, I really didn't want to tell the truth: "The Lord has run away."

"So, it still failed, didn't it?"

"Hmm."