"Bold!"

At this moment, in Zhan Jingyi's ears, there was a sudden loud shout, and as soon as Zhan Jingyi looked up, he saw that he didn't know when, in the woods, he saw a line of black-faced dolls walking towards Zhan Jingyi.

The dolls look like babies as young as eight months old, with bells with white threads on their feet, and with every step they take, they listen to the "jingle bells" of bells.

The most bizarre thing is that these dolls actually hold a black coffin on top of their heads, which does not look as big as the red coffin of the paper empress, but it is also much larger than ordinary coffins.

"Boom!"

When the gongs and drums were beaten, he saw the leader walking in front, and the one who struck the gong was a strong man with a bare face, shirtless, with a snow-white belt around his waist.

It seems that this group of people and Zhan Jingyi are obviously more than ten meters apart, but this group of people seems to have walked in front of Zhan Jingyi in a few steps.

The big man led by came barefoot, and looked at Jia Furen, who had been pinched into a ball, his red face suddenly turned black, and his eyes with big copper bells stared straight at Zhan Jingyi.

If the eyes could kill, Zhan Jingyi would probably be dead by now, but unfortunately, the eyes could not kill people!

"You killed it?"

The red-faced strong man opened his mouth and asked Zhan Jingyi, but he saw that Zhan Jingyi ignored him, and instead stared at the coffin behind him, which was held by those ghost babies.

The black coffin, I don't know what material it is made of, on the black lacquer surface, you can faintly see a black mist steaming in the coffin, the outside of the coffin, carved with strange patterns, ordinary coffins, more luxurious, but carved on Fu Lu Shou.

If you are in some elaborate homes, you may also carve some Buddhist scriptures on the outside of the coffin.

But why did this coffin attract Zhan Jingyi's attention, it was far away before, Zhan Jingyi hadn't noticed it, and when he got closer, Zhan Jingyi found that the outside of the coffin was carved with a picture of Shura Hell.

I saw that in the picture, in a large oil pot, several men and women were pressed into the oil pot, and the faces of those who had been blurred seemed to be in pain, leaving only the eyes and mouths that were twisted into a ball.

It can be seen that it is not that the carving skills are not refined, but that this vague appearance should be deliberately carved, which makes people look like the pain of being put into the oil pot is really expressive, and it seems that people can feel the pain of these men and women at the moment.

……

"What do you ask?"

At this time, the red-faced man saw that Zhan Jingyi was just looking at the coffin and didn't care about himself, so he shouted to Zhan Jingyi again with an impatient face.

"Ahh

was shouted by the red-faced man, which drew Zhan Jingyi's attention back, and he reluctantly removed his eyes from the coffin, and looked at the strong man in front of him, like a little giant.

Zhan Jingyi had a blank look on his face, as if he didn't know what this guy was going to ask at all? ?

Seeing Zhan Jingyi's dazed look, the strong man suddenly became a little impatient, but he was still patient and asked again: "Let me ask you, did you kill this zombie?" ”

"It's ...... me"

As soon as Zhan Jingyi opened his mouth, he suddenly remembered his current identity, and immediately swallowed back the words that had come to his mouth, tidied up his clothes, and clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, it is the little monk who is exceeding." ”

After hearing Zhan Jingyi's words, the strong man was so angry that the hair on his face stood up, and he held a gong in his hand, which rang loudly, and pointed at Zhan Jingyi and scolded: "Bastard, who allowed you to kill!" ”

"It's not that the little monk wants to kill him, it's he who asked for it on his own initiative."

Zhan Jingyi said without blushing and without a heartbeat, the expression on his face was still full of indifference.

"Fart! You are stupid to me, how can he beg for death by himself? ”

As the strong man spoke, he picked up the gong in his hand and wanted to smash it into Zhan Jingyi's head.

Zhan Jingyi spread his hands and continued: "The little monk didn't lie, we bet that whoever loses will die, but if he loses, then he has to die, and the poor monk is still overdoing it for him." ”

Zhan Jingyi told lies seriously, he didn't even plan to fight the draft, he just said it, anyway, there is no proof of it, this Jia Furen has become a ball, these lips are two skins, what's going on, it's not up to him to have the final say.

"Bet??"

Hearing Zhan Jingyi's words, Dahan couldn't help frowning slightly, and looked back at the coffin behind him suspiciously, as if he wanted to get some instructions, but the coffin didn't move.

Seeing that the coffin was silent, Dahan couldn't help frowning, looked back at Zhan Jingyi and said, "What did you bet on just now?" ”

"Oh, we both like to eat, we naturally bet on cooking, and if I make it better than him, he loses."

"Oh!"

"Where's the dish?"

"He ate it!"

Dahan nodded, but thought again, no, he turned around and glared at Zhan Jingyi and said: "Nonsense, you are obviously a living person, he is a zombie, how can a zombie eat the dishes you make from a living person?" ”

Zhan Jingyi's delicate face smiled mysteriously, and he folded his hands and said: "The monks don't speak, don't believe it, you invite the king to come out, and I'll make him a dish to try?" ”

As soon as Zhan Jingyi's words fell, he saw the coffin behind him, and stood up with a "rub", the coffin lid slowly opened, and a person walked out of it.

Seeing this person coming out, the smile on Zhan Jingyi's face stiffened slightly, but he didn't expect that this person who came out actually knew him.

This person is none other than the fat pig who has been separated from him!

Zhan Jingyi didn't expect that he would lie in the coffin, and subconsciously wanted to call him, but after a closer look, Zhan Jingyi swallowed back the words he was about to shout.

You must know that Zhan Jingyi and the fat pig have experienced several dangers together, so Zhan Jingyi also understands the fat pig, but the fat pig in front of him is in a state that is a little wrong.

Because the fat pig in front of him was not so much out of the coffin, but floating out of the coffin, Zhan Jingyi just glanced at it, and found that the fat pig was standing there, his toes were actually standing on the ground, and his heels were one foot above the ground.

……

"Possessed by a demon."

Seeing this situation, Zhan Jingyi's heart moved, he is no longer the former Amon, there are some things, even if Zhan Jingyi has never seen it, but he has more or less heard people talk about it.

You must know that in the ten major races in the land of Lingyuan, there is a clan of ghosts, and the favorite thing for ghosts is to possess people, as the saying goes, ghosts possess and fascinate people.

Zhan Jingyi once heard some old people say that the ghost is possessed, and it will bump people's heels up, and they will put their feet on top of each other, so that people's heels do not land, and then the ghost will attach to this person's body.

In this way, if the ghost has been possessed for a long time, this person's body will completely become the shell of this ghost.

It's just that Zhan Jingyi is a little strange, with the strength of a fat pig, and the special physique of blood stiffness, for ordinary ghosts, it is like a red-hot charcoal stove, who sticks to him is not looking for death?

However, no matter how much Zhan Jingyi doubted it, the fat pig in front of him had been possessed by a powerful ghost, and this fact did appear.

"Thousands of rivers and mountains are always love, can you vote for me!"