Hearing Song Zhong's words, Shan Xiongxing was furious, his face was red, but he still didn't pay attention to Song Zhong.

At this time, an indifferent voice came.

"You want to die, it's not that easy!"

Although the voice was small, everyone could hear it very clearly.

Everyone looked forward to it, and found a cold man on the road leading to the mortuary.

The man's skin is fair, and the snow-white neck that is exposed alone makes many women sigh to themselves.

It's a pity that no matter how white his skin is, he can't be loved, and his whiteness is more like a dead man's whiteness.

The aura on his body was terrifying.

Especially behind him, there was a strong smell of death behind him.

Just because he has a coffin behind him!

The coffin, dyed with vermilion lacquer and carved with a dragon motif, was about nine feet long, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, two feet six minutes at the widest point and less than two feet at the narrowest point.

The coffin was only taller than him, and if it was used to bury himself, it must have been a little short.

This coffin is more like a burial for an elderly man.

However, no one knows what exactly this coffin was used to bury.

Perhaps this coffin is a burial of his vanished past.

"Hello hall master!"

All the disciples of the Wuji Holy Sect bowed down and saluted the person carrying the coffin.

Song Zhong's face changed slightly, but he didn't expect Xiao Yiwen to come.

It stands to reason that a holy church master like Xiao Yiwen should avoid suspicion, even if he sacrifices Song Zhong, he can't push the holy sect into the fire pit.

If he came to rescue Song Zhong, I am afraid that it would be easy to intensify the hatred between the Holy Sect and the Mirror Division.

But Xiao Yiwen still came.

Song Zhong didn't know what Xiao Yiwen thought.

There is no need for Song Zhong to guess, in short, he can't die today.

The faces of the hundreds of households in charge of the mirror changed one after another, and looking at the costumes of the people who came, it was clearly the costume of "Xiao Yiwen who rose to the coffin and made a fortune".

Xiao Yiwen, the master of the Wuji Holy Sect's burial hall, carried a coffin all day long.

Xiao Yiwen walked the rivers and lakes when he was young, and with his superb martial arts and strange coffins, he successfully left a great reputation on the rivers and lakes.

No one knows why he was carrying the coffin.

I only know that the coffin behind him falls to the ground, and when the coffin lid rises, a life will be harvested.

Therefore, it has the reputation of "making a fortune in the coffin".

It is Xiao Yiwen's coffin that is raised, and the fortune is Xiao Yiwen's wealth.

Xiao Yiwen's fame was so loud that the head of the mirror Si Baihu recognized him at a glance.

Baihu was a little flustered, and a fine and dense cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Are you here to exonerate Song Zhong? Many people in the rivers and lakes are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you, I am the master of the mirror behind me!"

Baihu moved the splendid knife away and pointed at Xiao Yiwen, his voice trembled a little, after all, he was facing Xiao Yiwen who entered the funeral hall.

I don't know how many first-class masters died under Xiao Yiwen, and it was normal for him to be afraid.

Xiao Yiwen's face was as cold as frost, and there was murderous intent hidden in his eyes.

"Song is the one who entered the mortuary hall after all, and hundreds of households want to come to arrest people, and you are in charge of the mirror department too much to take the mortuary hall too seriously, right?"

Xiao Yiwen's tone was cold, and the momentum on his body made people feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Isn't the qualification of a hundred households enough? I have never heard this kind of rhetoric, even the general banner of the Mirror Division has the right to come and take people, because we are the Mirror Division, the largest department of the Ningguo Imperial Court!"

Baihu gritted his teeth, the momentum on Xiao Yiwen's body made him feel bad, and the cold sweat gradually wet the flying fish suit, wetting his entire back.

"Hehe, the Lord of the Hundred Households is so powerful. Xiao Yiwen sneered.

Untying the rope that tied the coffin behind his back, Xiao Yiwen wrapped his hands around the coffin and threw it out towards the place where the master of the mirror was located.

The coffin covered the sky and the sun, flying away from the heads of the disciples of the Wuji Saint Sect, and the vision of the disciples suddenly darkened, and when it returned to brightness, the coffin had already passed overhead.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu was shocked and angry, firstly, he didn't expect Xiao Yiwen to throw the coffin out, and secondly, he didn't expect Xiao Yiwen to make a move so quickly.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu didn't dare to stay where he was any longer, and his body took several steps back.

"Boom!"

The heavy coffin fell to the ground, smashing the ground into a large coffin-shaped pit.

Rubble splattered and dusty.

The faint dust temporarily obscured everyone's gaze, making it impossible to see the true appearance of the coffin.

In the Wuji Holy Sect, all the disciples knew that Hall Master Xiao carried the coffin on his back all day long, and they also knew the meaning of "the coffin falls to the ground, and the coffin will be rich", but they have never seen Xiao Yiwen's coffin fall to the ground.

Today, the heavy coffin fell to the ground, and they all stretched their necks, looking forward to Xiao Yiwen's next action.

"Hall Master Xiao, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this matter..."Shan Xiongxing had a gloomy face and dissuaded Xiao Yiwen.

Xiao Yiwen flicked the sleeves of his black robe and asked, "The Holy Sect has two protectors, the four heavenly kings, how old are you?"

"Hall Master Xiao, no matter how I say it, I am also the Hall Master of the White Tiger Hall!"

"Hall Master Shan, do you also know to call me Hall Master Xiao? We are at the same level, and you have no right to interfere with me. ”

Xiao Yiwen looked at Shan Xiongxing coldly, and a pair of eyes stared at Shan Xiongxing's hair.

Shan Xiongxing clenched his fists, and his arms trembled slightly.

Xiao Yiwen sneered again and again, ignored Shan Xiongxing, and walked straight to the head of the mirror Si Baihu.

At this time, Song Zhong bowed to Xiao Yiwen, Xiao Yiwen's face softened slightly, and he nodded at Song Zhong.

Xiao Yiwen stood next to the coffin and calmly looked at the mirror of Si Baihu.

Not only that, but the whole scene was also calm and a little scary.

The strangest person in the Holy Church is the master of the burial hall.

But the owner of the burial hall is also the most "calf-protecting" person.

However, he has a very bad temper, and if someone provokes him, he can easily be beaten to death.

The head of the mirror Si Baihu raised his eyebrows, as a first-class master, he could naturally understand the killing intent in the air.

Swallowing his saliva, the head of the mirror Si Baihu seemed to remember something.

Since there is no way to convict Song Zhong of the crimes committed in Silin County, then he can also convict of the crimes committed by Song Zhong in Santang County!

Baihu's eyes lit up, he took out a piece of paper, and the words on the paper were faintly visible, he puffed up his chest and said: "You Song Zhong who entered the funeral hall did all the bad things, killing one hundred and two people from Qin Million's family in Santang County, today, the Mirror Division is on official business, and came to arrest people, hoping that the master of Xiao Hall will not stop it, this is physical evidence, it is a letter sent by Song Zhong to Qin Million, and Qin Million also died after receiving the letter." ”

The head of the mirror Si Baihu raised the paper in his hand.

Xiao Yiwen narrowed his eyes, and the expression on his face was still cold.

The mirror director Si Baihu was a little nervous, and his breathing began to become short.

Finding the fat man hiding in the crowd, the head of the camera Si Baihu looked excited.

Immediately pulled the fat man out of the crowd, and the head of the camera Si Baihu pointed at the fat man and said to Xiao Yiwen: "This is a human witness, he is Qin Million's housekeeper! He can prove everything!"

The disciples of the Wuji Saint Sect looked at the fat butler, although the fat butler had no martial arts, he could feel their emotions of wanting to kill.

At the same time, a small number of disciples looked at Song Zhong, and their eyes seemed to ask how Song Zhong could stay alive.

This kind of thing should be cut down to the roots!

Song Zhong was a little dazed, he didn't know where this cat and dog came from.

At that time, when he killed Qin Wan's family, he didn't see this fat housekeeper...

Xiao Yiwen looked sideways and felt a little tricky.

The director of the mirror Si Baihu was a little flustered, but he immediately thought about it, his own human and material evidence was there, and Xiao Yiwen and the others didn't dare to do anything, so they calmed down.

Shan Xiongxing showed a smile, he didn't expect the Mirror Division to be so reliable, and he went out with evidence, and now Song was finally dead.