"Bang!"

The heavy lid of the coffin was lifted, and a thin old man in a shroud stood upright. Whew, and jumped out.

"Daddy!"

"Old man......"

Seeing this, the children of the Qian family couldn't help but exclaim. Some of them were so timid that they were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, and their faces turned pale.

"Corpse ...... How can it be a corpse?"

Qian Juren muttered, puzzled.

The old monk over there shouted: "This is to borrow the corpse to return the soul, everyone go quickly." ”

"Let's go...... Let's go......"

The monks didn't care about packing up their household tools and helped the old monk to leave.

The corpse-transformed Qian Dashan was like a ghost, and suddenly appeared behind the two young monks, sneering, and pressing his hands on the two bald heads.

The next moment, the bodies of the two monks shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally fell to the ground, leaving a pair of skin and bones.

The flesh and blood essence were all plundered.

"Good Evil ......"

The two apprentices were killed, and Kong Yuan was shocked and angry. However, just now he was knocked out and was not lightly injured, knowing that he couldn't resist it, and if he stayed, he would only become the next victim, so he let his apprentices support him and slipped away.

Seeing this, the family members of the Qian family over there were frightened and quickly scattered and fled.

The corpse-transformed Qian Dashan shook his head, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the two strong monks he had absorbed. As for the others, he looked down on them, so he ignored them and walked forward.

His steps began to feel quite stiff. But as he walked, he became more and more free, and his hands and feet were as smart as a living person. Carrying his hands behind his back, it's like a rich man taking a walk.

Whoosh!

With a wave of his hand, a lantern with white skin and black letters flew and landed on his hand.

Qian Dashan carried the lantern and walked to the Yunlai Inn step by step.

......

"Zihong, come and see, there's an old man coming here!"

Above the inn, Fan Yuan was restless, simply guarding the window and looking outside. At this time, he saw Qian Dashan, who was holding a lantern, pacing slowly from the other side of the street.

Fan Xuan looked at it with his sword, his eyes were fixed, but he couldn't see any clues, he only felt that this old man was unspeakably weird.

Suddenly, there was a sound of Langlang reading: "Yi Shi said: If you have a heart for good, although you are good, you will not be rewarded, and if you have no intention of evil, you will not punish ...... evil."

When Fan Xuan heard this, his hands and feet were cold, and he lost his voice: "This is the ghost language of Yin Si......

Fan Yuan asked blankly: "Zihong, what is the 'Yin Si Ghost Language'?"

Fan Xuan was obviously shocked, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly: "I once heard the bitter master of Tianchan Temple say: All the evil in this world belong to the underworld. It was an extremely terrifying place, and no one should approach it. It's just that, it stands to reason, they shouldn't be in the world of the sun. This world is going to be chaotic......"

Fan Yuan was confused when he heard it, and asked: "The evil theory has been around for a long time, although I have never encountered it, but there are many rumors. I remember that Uncle Dong said that he once ran into evil and almost lost his life. ”

Uncle Dong, who is the driver who helps them catch the car, belongs to a foreign martial artist and works part-time as a bodyguard. At this time, for some reason, there was no movement.

Fan Xuan explained: "There are some evil spirits, obsessed with them, but they are just ghosts and ghosts. Their level is too low, or they are not in the climate, and they can't enter the system of the underworld. ”

Fan Yuan immediately understood. He knew that this cousin had worshiped a master as a teacher, learned a good swordsmanship, and was much more knowledgeable.

Anyway, it was clear that the other party was very powerful, and he immediately asked nervously: "This Yin Si is coming, is it here to hook people's souls?" But it seems that the old man is not black and white, nor does he look like a bull head and a horse face. ”

Fan Xuan said angrily: "Where do you want to go...... This old man must have borrowed the corpse to resurrect his soul, because the Yin Si exists, and it is almost impossible for the real body to walk in the yang world...... Yes, he is the body of a great good man who borrowed money, and the corpse has changed. ”

"Borrowing a corpse to return the soul? But why do you want to borrow an old man's body? It's better to kill a strong man and then go up—well, then Song Asan is estimated to be dead, isn't it more powerful with his body?"

Fan Yuan was full of doubts.

Fan Xuan said coldly: "What do you know? For Yin Si Taboo, it doesn't matter how strong or weak the borrowed body is, what matters is how resentful the deceased is. ”

"But a good man with great money has done good deeds all his life, and he must be a compassionate person, very gentle. ”

Fan Yuan didn't understand it anymore.

Fan Xuan sighed: "This is the truth that the rigid are easy to break, and the clean are easy to stain." Qian Dashan has accumulated virtue and done good deeds all his life, thinking of entering Elysium after death. Unexpectedly, in the end, it was a mirror and a moon, and it was not the case at all, and that kind of gap encounter, agitated and rebellious, what kind of resentment would be in the heart? As the saying goes: Don't deceive honest people. Because once an honest person is forced to be urgent, he becomes ferocious, and he is even more crazy. ”

Fan Yuan didn't seem to understand when he heard it, and in the blink of his eyes, he saw the old man holding a lantern and slowly approaching.

He swallowed and asked in a low voice, "What are we going to do?" ”

Yin Si exists, and it will not easily appear in the yang world, and once it appears, there must be a plot and a certain purpose.

Fan Xuan was also shocked, and said: "I heard that in the underworld of the Yin Division, every once in a while, there is a matter of 'taking the city god', and the scholars with meritorious names are selected to enter the Yin Division. ”

Fan Yuan was frightened: "No......"

Then I thought about it, my cousin is excellent, even if he chooses someone, he will not choose his head.

The sound of reading outside was very neat, and the sound source was erratic, as if it came from a distance, and it seemed to come from the four white leather lanterns hanging in the corners of the eaves......

"Look, he's at the inn!"

Fan Yuan's heart was about to jump to his throat.

Tuk tuk!

At that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Fan Yuan was suddenly frightened and screamed......

......

From hearing the crying to Song Asan jumping down, he lost his breath, and Chen Tang, who was sitting in the room, knew that something had happened.

And this matter is probably still coming at him.

Although he has escaped from the school, the terrifying ghost will not give up easily.

Whether it is to take the head of the item, or if there are other plans, it is difficult to escape.

I believe that the entire inn has been controlled by evil spirits, and ordinary people, etc., will be fine if they don't come out of their rooms, but this does not apply to Chen Tang.

At this moment, he heard the sound of reading outside, exactly the same tone as he heard in the school, and there was no doubt about it again.

The content is esoteric and the tone is archaic. Let people listen, there is a warning to the world and criticize the wonders of personnel.

But Chen Tang didn't dare to listen to it more, he knew very well that this reading sound contained strange things, and if you could listen to it, it would make people lose their souls. So he took the cotton cloth, plugged his ears, and then packed up the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other things one by one, put them in the book, and put them away.

Carry the sword box again - there will be no more beards here, and all he can rely on is this sword box in addition to martial arts.

Tuk tuk!

There was a knock on the door.