Zhang Zhiwei's body was the cremation button pressed by Li Huowang himself, and he did smell the smell of burnt flesh.

The smell was familiar to him, and he couldn't be wrong.

But now that Zhang Zhiwei's body is well placed here, the only explanation is that the corpse was dropped.

While thinking about it, Li Huowang in the wall suddenly heard the sound of the door opening, and then a person with a few wooden planks on his back walked in.

Seeing this person, Tian Jinzhong, who had been squinting, woke up.

"I thought it was Miss Liu who bought her brother's corpse to do something shady, but it turned out to be this kid."

Li Huowang wanted to ask what these eight people were doing, but he was different from Tian Jinzhong, who was an illusion.

Although this doppelganger is the embodiment of his mind, he can pick up things and even kill people.

If he spoke, the person in front of him would probably think that he had encountered a ghost.

Perhaps seeing that Li Huowang couldn't speak, Tian Jinzhong said to himself: "This person is nicknamed Eight Immortals, and he specializes in taking over some white things and carrying coffins for people." ”

"He was born alien, what the specific work is, I haven't been down the mountain for many years, so I don't know."

"However, I heard that no one dared to let him carry the coffin before joining the whole sex, because there were more people who died in the whole sex, and no one took care of the burial."

After listening to Tian Jinzhong's words, Li Huowang looked at the man, and he began to circle around Zhang Zhiwei's body.

The Eight Immortals didn't speak, just circled around the corpse three times, and then pulled the plank behind him in front of him.

Two pieces for the base, two for the lid, four for the body, and a black coffin is completed.

When he put the body in the coffin, his wide body carried the coffin and walked back and forth in the morgue full of corpses.

Li Huowang didn't watch this kind of performance art for a few minutes because it was too boring.

People don't talk about it, and they don't talk nonsense.

Li Huowang came behind the coffin and grabbed the coffin, he wanted to see how the eight immortals reacted.

After working hard for a long time and couldn't push it, the eight immortals finally spoke, "I said the three fairies, what's the matter?" ”

"I don't know, the coffin of the Heavenly Master, I also carried it for the first time."

"Aren't you talking nonsense, can Heavenly Master die casually?"

"It can't be that we don't have enough Dao practice, I think there is still a lot of Qi in this Heavenly Master's body."

"No, let's set up a pot, the Heavenly Master can't waste it."

In front of Li Huowang, the man nicknamed Baxian'er was talking to himself, sometimes sharp and sometimes low.

He listened to this person for a long time, and the result was to cook Zhang Zhiwei's body.

"Fourth child, how are we going to fix it this time?"

"It's still dumplings." Eight Immortals continued, putting down the coffin on her back.

He took out two gold ingots from his bosom and put them on the coffin board, and took out a white scarf and tied them around his waist.

Li Huowang looked at it, the coffin floated in the air and did not land, but floated in the air, and the gold ingots were also made of paper.

Just when Li Huowang didn't understand what this person was going to do, the gold ingots suddenly moved.

They spread out on their own into a golden square of paper, which was folded left and right to form the shape of a small person.

The two golden figures jumped off the coffin board at once and drilled underneath.

Li Huowang dived his body underground, leaving only his eyes above, wanting to see what the two villains were doing, but he never thought that as soon as his body went down, the two little golden figures walked out from under the coffin.

There were also six of the same golden people who came out with them.

Eight small golden paper figures carrying small coffins that they didn't know where they came from walked in front of Li Huowang, and when they passed in front of them, Li Huowang leaned forward sharply.

Suddenly, his two eyes entered the small coffin.

For a moment, he saw something he didn't know what to call it, like liquid and ashes, only the size of a palm, but with thousands of dense faces on it.

The faces were constantly contorted, and their mouths opened as if they were about to suffocate, as if they were talking.

When the eight golden villains were only a few steps away from the eight immortals, Li Huowang moved.

He pulled out the purple spike sword, split the small coffin with one sword, and chopped all the paper figures with another horizontal sword.

This sudden change obviously made Eight Immortals a little unable to react, and in his eyes, the coffin and the paper figure themselves were shattered.

Eight Immortals knelt down with a thud and cried: "Boy Chen Liangde, I don't know which Fang Mingzun offended, you always know, this Jade Emperor gave me this ability to let me do this." ”

"What are you doing?" Li Huowang spoke.

"Yo~ There is really a fairy grandfather!" Eight Immortals hurriedly bowed in the direction of the voice, "Grandpa Xian, you spare your life, the kid knows that his life is not good, and he can't lift the coffin of the master of the day at all, but the kid is just like this, so he has a crooked mind to try." ”

Eight immortals burst into tears and snot, and kept kowtowing to Li Huowang.

Just when Li Huowang wanted to take Zhang Zhiwei's body, he suddenly found that he couldn't move.

Li Huowang looked down and found that his body was growing flesh.

"Grandpa Xian, if you are really a fairy, just show up and let Liangde take a look, woo woo woo~"

The Eight Immortals continued to kowtow, and Li Huowang also understood where the meat on his body came from.

I don't know when, there were two people standing straight next to the Eight Immortals.

A man and a woman, the man wears a treasure cap and a money coat, and the woman combs a lily hairpin and wears a big flower jacket.

They looked at Li Huowang directly, their eyelids didn't move, and they couldn't see any expression on their blue and blue faces and eyeballs.

And under their feet, countless tide insects were crawling out of the two of them's coats, almost forming a line leading to Li Huowang's body.

His body is like a container, and these tide insects are like water, filling Li Huowang's entire body little by little.

When the tide insect was about to cover Li Huowang's neck, his eyes closed, and he instantly returned to his body in the reception hall.

Boom~

As soon as he got up, water began to drip from his white robe, and several tide insects crawled out from under the stools in the reception hall.

Li Huowang hurriedly stomped on all these tide insects one by one, he looked in the direction of the door, and wanted to get Zhang Zhiwei's body back, but he didn't know what the number of these eight immortals was.

Just as he was trying to figure it out, a pair of hands patted him on the shoulder.

"Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Li Huowang looked back and saw that the girl with "receptionist" written on the badge was smiling sweetly at him.

"No, no." He waved his hand, this was not something that this girl could help at all.

"Sir, I see that you are sweating, is it too uncomfortable for a loved one to pass away?" The girl asked with concern.

"No, I don't have any relatives who have passed away."

"Who are you?"

"Zhang Zhiwei is my ....." Li Huowang looked up suddenly, only to see that the girl was wearing a lily hairpin and grinning at him.

"Sir, the oil lamp on your left shoulder has been extinguished by me."

"Hee-hee-hee~" the girl laughed strangely.