The mass grave of Black Camel Mountain at night was dead silent.

Lu Anzhi had just had an epiphany of the secret sword, and he was a little happy to become a sword hero, and he was directly crushed by this green ghost fire.

In the world of sampa, ghosts really exist, and the living beings die and the souls do not disperse, or there are unfinished obsessions in front of them, etc., then after death, they will become ghosts.

Most of the lonely souls and wild ghosts are not in any climate, and they are not even born with spiritual sense, only the instinct to devour the vitality of living beings.

But there are also some ghosts, who give birth to spiritual consciousness, devour a lot of vitality, and keep getting stronger, and over time, a ghost clan is born.

They know the method of cultivation, and they can live forever.

If it is said that the different paths of the demons are racial contradictions, then the human race and the demon race are the opposition between life and death for the ghost race.

The ghost clan is naturally hostile to any living being, and wishes that the living beings of the world would be ruined, and ghosts and spirits are rampant everywhere.

Lanruo Temple, one of the eight wealthy families in Xiaoxian Prefecture, is a ghost cultivation sect, although its strength is not strong, but no one dares to provoke them.

Because ghost cultivation pays attention to revenge and revenge, and never dies.

Even if they can't beat you, they will haunt you and harass you like mad dog lice until the moment you relax, biting your head, eating your brains, and devouring your life.

And the ghost repairs revenge, likes to sit together, and is the kind that destroys people.

"I'm so unlucky, isn't I?"

Lu Anzhi had a big head, and more and more green ghost fires floated high and low, like balloons, appearing on the mass grave.

However, the music has changed from eerie and grotesque to light, not as scary as it was just now.

Lu Anzhi saw that he couldn't leave, so he simply burrowed into a dense bush.

As more and more ghost fires drifted, they illuminated the mass grave with a crystal green, as if painted with a layer of green light.

Suddenly, a ghost appeared, it was in human form, but it was completely black, only the eyes glowed green, like two emeralds.

It also waved a baton in its hand, and the whole person jumped and jumped to the rhythm of the music.

“？？？”

Lu An's face was confused, this was a neuropathy...... Oh no, did you run into a nervous ghost?

Seven meters behind this, six more ghosts appeared in pitch black, and they were in a team of three, with a total of two columns, one on the left and one on the right, carrying a huge coffin.

The funeral was supposed to be solemn and mournful, but the seven black spirits were good, bouncing and doing all kinds of strange dance moves.

What is this?

Grave jumping?

Could it be that the corpses lying in the coffins are the enemies of these spirits?

The music is becoming more and more dynamic, light, and almost has a taste of electronic music, which makes people want to shake their legs.

Lu Anzhi quietly took out the thousand-year-old magic machine from his pocket, opened the encyclopedia, and retrieved the relevant content, such a ceremonial 'funeral' should be some kind of sacrifice, right?

The black spirit carries the coffin!

This is the funeral custom of the Gana ghost clan, they are optimistic by nature, advocating beauty, even if they die, they will not be sad, but use this form of coffin dance to express blessings and mourning for the deceased.

The Cana ghost clan is very rare, they do not pursue immortality, nor do they aspire to ascend to bliss, the meaning of their life is to give people a funeral, so that they can walk peacefully!

Lu Anzhi looked at the content searched on the Immortal King Encyclopedia and was relieved.

As long as these don't eat people.

The encyclopedia says that the grave jumps, no, it is the black spirit carrying the coffin, which is extremely rare, even if you are noble, you can see it if you want to see it, so in the world of Supo, this kind of 'funeral' is also known as one of the five legends.

Many people have heard of it, but they have never seen it.

Because these black spirits don't care whether the deceased is an emperor or a beggar or a prostitute, they always work in teams of seven, randomly selecting coffins, and there is no trace of them.

Lu Anzhi continued to browse the encyclopedia, which said that if the black spirit carried the coffin and the whole ceremony was completed, then the deceased in the coffin would be liberated from the world, and the soul would ascend to bliss.

But if the funeral is disturbed and forced to be interrupted, then the deceased in the coffin will become a ghost, forget all the memories in front of him, and start a new ghost life.

"So amazing?"

Lu Anzhi was surprised, and then he regretted that he didn't bring a photo wall!

This is a spiritual weapon refined by a monk, it is not expensive, it can record everything that happens in front of you, if you record the legendary black spirit carrying the coffin, at least it can be sold for ten thousand spirit sand, right?

It's a pity!

Lu Anzhi was ready to stay up until the end of the 'funeral' and leave here, but in the next moment, the green ghost fire floating around him suddenly stood still, and the music stopped abruptly.

Swish!

The seven black ghosts turned their heads together and looked at the bushes where Lu Anzhi was hiding.

“......”

Lu Anzhi suddenly clenched the handle of the knife, and a waterfall sweat oozed out in shock.

It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided!

I am the rebirth of the fairy king, and in the face of these ghosts, I can't lose the pomp!

Call!

Lu Anzhi took a deep breath, and then walked out calmly.

"I am the King of Ten Thousand Immortals, and today I can see the legendary black spirit carrying the coffin, which is an eye-opener, and I hope that on the day when the contemptible person is buried, he can also enjoy this kind of funeral!"

Lu Anzhi praised the other party, anyway, he likes to listen to good words, and he doesn't want money.

The black spirit who led the team looked at Lu Anzhi, then turned around and waved his baton a few times, obviously giving an order.

The six black spirits immediately lowered their coffins.

Bang!

The coffin was heavy, the stalks of the smashed grass were broken, the juice was splashed, and the earth sank deep.

"Hehe, the coffin is good!"

Lu Anzhi joked, but in his heart, he muttered, what are these people going to do when they die in the Seven Martial Seas?

me?

The black spirit who took the lead, his body floated to a height of one foot above the ground, and then floated in front of Lu An's body, handing a dark red 'index finger' to it.

Lu Anzhi was startled, and he really didn't want to take it, but fortunately, through the green light emitted by those ghost fires, he saw that this 'index finger' was actually a whistle, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Are all your ghost things so scary?

Can't we just do something in the sun?

"Destined people, if you want to hold a funeral for someone in the future, you can blow this 'ghost whistle', and our dead seven black spirits will appear, carry the coffin and dance, send the deceased a ride, and go to Bliss!"

This black spirit took the lead in speaking an authentic and pure Suo Po lingua franca, and the words were correct and round, so that Lu Anzhi did not have any difficulty in understanding, so he was naturally relieved.

The dead seven black spirits didn't say much, continued to move forward, and disappeared into the night of the mass grave in the Black Camel Mountain.

The ghost fire was gradually extinguished.

Lu Anzhi glanced at the coffin that they had dropped.

He wanted to shout, did you forget something?

However, as a mortal, although the power of the Yuan Shen is not weak, and he has just mastered a secret sword and become a sword master, Lu Anzhi will not swell to the point where he thinks he is invincible in the world.

At this time, it must be better to have more than less.

Reason told Lu Anzhi that he should leave as soon as possible, but his curiosity drove him to want to see who was lying in the coffin?

This coffin is carved with beams and paintings, engraved with fairy birds and beasts, very beautiful, Lu Anzhi doesn't know what kind of wood this is, but just looking at this workmanship, he thinks that this family can afford such a good coffin, either rich or expensive.

"The deceased should be a monk, and the coffins of ordinary people's homes will definitely not carve these things!"

Lu Anzhi hesitated, he wanted to know if there were any funeral items such as spiritual qi magic weapons in the coffin, even if there was only spiritual sand, he could make a small fortune.

But isn't it good to lift someone else's coffin board?

Lu Dalang is an innocent young man, and he has not been polluted by the law of the jungle in the cultivation realm, if he were replaced by other monks, he would have opened the coffin and inspected the goods.

If they encounter crooked cultivators, the corpses will be trained into puppets or zombies by them, squeezing out the last drop of value.

Just when Lu Anzhi was entangled, the coffin board was vigorously bombarded from the inside, and with a bang, it flew straight into the sky.

"I'm Gan!"

Lu Anzhi was taken aback, and he suddenly remembered that the Encyclopedia of the Immortal King said that if the black spirit carrying the coffin was forced to be interrupted, then the deceased would be revived and start a new ghost life.

Bang!

The coffin board first smashed on a plane tree, and then fell to the ground with a thud in the midst of the flying leaves.

Lu Anzhi pulled his legs and ran, no matter what, save his life first, but after a few steps, he was stunned, and looked at the woman who sat up from the coffin with a blank look.

Pretty? Beautiful?

No!

This kind of word can't describe her beautiful appearance and temperament at all, and the white moonlight sprinkles on her melon seed face, as if she has poured out all the beauty in the world.

She was dressed in plain white clothes, full of fairy energy, and her long black hair was draped behind her back without any embellishment.

Swish!

Her eyelashes twitched, and her eyes opened.

Lu Anzhi's heart beat rapidly and uncontrollably.

What does it mean to be stunning?

That's it!

It felt like the original black and white tone of the world, but as the woman in white opened her eyes, it instantly became colorful and colorful.

"It can't be a fairy who has fallen into the dust, right?"

Lu Anzhi muttered.

The fairy king wrote down a list of 100 wishes in his diary, which is a hundred great wishes to be fulfilled after being reborn, one of which is to marry the world's first immortal queen.

Lu Anzhi thinks that no matter how beautiful that fairy queen is, I'm afraid it's not as good as this woman in white, right?

Wait a minute!

Is this woman a ghost or not?

Harm!

It's so good-looking, what's the difference between ghosts and ghosts?

As long as you are bold, female ghosts can also take maternity leave!

The woman tilted her head, frowned at her good-looking eyebrows, and looked around.

"Where am I?"

"Where's my scepter?"

After a pause of a few seconds, the woman in white asked herself, "Who am I?"

"You're my wife!"

Lu Anzhi wanted to tell the other party this, but the education he received in Nan Ke's dream did not allow him to do so.

Although Lu Anzhi didn't speak, the woman in white obviously found him too, and stared at him vigilantly.

"After all, a few people are really deer, and they don't know how to dream of being fish all day long!"

The woman instinctively reported the poem number!

At this moment, Lu Anzhi was a little depressed, because he was not yet a monk and was not qualified to have a finale poem, and the other party was obviously a cultivator.

"Mortal?"

The woman was relieved a lot, but then she became suspicious, this is a mass grave in the wilderness, right?

What are you doing in a mortal place like this without sleeping at night?

Hum!

It must be a bad guy who is destroying corpses after murdering for money!

I'm a deer and a rhino,

For heaven, for the way, for the way!