There are thousands in the world

Dang Qianqiu must be ambitious, but he is trying his best to restrain himself.

That kind of restraint and forbearance is abnormal.

Perverted to the extreme.

Because, from the beginning to the end, he never revealed his intention to be the ghost king, but has always used the banner of letting his son be the ghost king.

This covered up his ambition well.

Why do you have to restrain yourself so much and hide your ambition?

Because he is afraid, afraid of old ghosts.

When Qianqiu and the four ghost kings occupied the four corners of the coffin, the four of them grabbed the coffin and wanted to lift it up, but the strange thing was that the coffin seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and even the four martial arts masters couldn't bear it. There was no way to lift the coffin.

"what!"

The four grinned and screamed, as if they were in great pain, and the veins on their faces were bulging.

Yang Asha immediately asked anxiously: "What's going on? Why can't you lift it up?"

Old Fenghuang immediately said: "Hmph, I have a last wish to fulfill, and I am unwilling to go on the road."

Old Phoenix's words made everyone look at me, and I immediately said: "Old ghost, have a good journey, I will try my best to fulfill your last wish."

After I finished speaking, I stretched out my hand to touch the coffin, trying to see if I could lift the coffin.

But the strange thing is that the coffin seemed to be filled with lead and remained motionless.

I frowned, feeling really weird.

I glanced at Old Phoenix.

Suddenly, he took out an iron mace and struck it towards the coffin, then suddenly retreated with a Yu step, and began to mutter some incantations in his mouth.

"The day is good, the day is open, and my teacher comes to mourn, to eliminate evil and avoid disaster..."

"The evil spirits of the sky, the evil of the year, the evil of the moon, the evil of the sun, and all the gods and evil spirits. This funeral is not an extraordinary funeral. It turned into a yellow dragon and came out of Jiujiang. The ten gods of thunder appeared in the sky, and the eight kings fought on both sides..."

"Huafan's treasure cover is embraced at the front and back, and the coffin is like Yunyang. All the relatives work together to carry it to Wollongong with one shoulder. One dozen golden coffins and two dozen materials, three dozen blessings come in, and four dozen dead return to the fairyland. , Xiaoyao let go of her hands and went to the rooftop..."

After Old Fenghuang finished speaking, he pointed his mace at the coffin suddenly, gritted his teeth and roared.

"Get up, get up, get up for me..."

It was strange to say that when the old phoenix roared, the coffin suddenly seemed to be loosened, making people feel lighter.

Dang Qianqiu immediately grabbed the coffin and shouted: "Get up..."

He roared and grabbed the coffin, and immediately lifted the coffin up. The four of them carried the coffin on their shoulders, and there was no more effort than before.

I gasped when I saw it, it was so weird.

Are there really ghosts and gods in this world?

Old Phoenix was dancing and singing, walking towards Guigutang.

Yang Asha was carrying the soul-inducing flag. Along the way, these people in Miao clothes and speaking Xiangyin, carried them on the coffin, strewing paper money and walking in the middle of the night.

In the black mist, the weird atmosphere was pushed to its peak.

I followed behind and walked all the way. In the entire Guigu village, there were more than 700 households. Every household turned off the lights and closed the doors. No one came to pay their respects when the ghost king's body came down the mountain.

The ghost king has never communicated with the villagers at the bottom of the mountain, and the villagers at the bottom of the mountain are not familiar with the ghost king, they only know how to pay tribute and bow down.

Therefore, the ghost king has lived in the ghost valley cave on the mountain all his life. In the distant years, he still has things to do. Regardless of the hatred between his family and the country, he is still living in this world.

But in modern times, the world was peaceful, and the ghost king had nothing to do. He stayed alone in that cave for seven or eighty years.

Isolated from the world.

I really admire the ghost king's Dao heart. I really don't know how a person can endure loneliness and live alone in a cave for so many years keeping a secret.

That kind of detachment from nature can't be cultivated by anyone.

When the coffin arrived at Guigutang, Old Fenghuang suddenly took out a stack of paper money, threw it in all directions on the ground, and placed cushions in four directions.

He shouted.

"fall!"

It took four people to drop the coffin to the ground.

When the coffin was finished, Old Fenghuang took out a bowl, grabbed a handful of rice from his cloth bag, lit a joss stick, and placed it at one end of the old ghost's coffin.

Then he said: "Is the soul-suppressing chicken ready?"

Dang Qianqiu immediately said: "Black and white impermanence, bring the soul-suppressing chicken."

The two men in black and white suits carried the cage in. I saw a colorful rooster inside. It was huge and weighed about ten kilograms.

Old Fenghuang opened the chicken cage, stretched out his hand to touch the rooster for a while, lit the talisman paper in his hand, walked around the big rooster, and then said "Ding".

The big cock was stunned immediately, and those piercing eyes immediately became dull.

The old phoenix was thrown into the air, and landed on the other side of the coffin accurately. The big rooster stepped on the coffin, motionless, as if dead, very strange.

Old Fenghuang sighed, and said with a cold face: "I'm exhausted, hurry up, let those lonely and wild ghosts come to sacrifice, after the sacrifice is over, set it on fire, so I can go back to sleep."

After finishing speaking, Old Fenghuang squatted at the door, took out a dry cigarette and started smoking, as if he was very impatient with the old ghost's funeral.

Everyone looked at me, waiting for my meaning.

I glanced at the old ghost's body and said coldly, "Let them in."

After I finished speaking, Dang Qianqiu walked to the door and yelled into the air: "The ghost king is buried, all ghosts are king..."

After he let out a roar, he suddenly saw a faint figure walking in the dark mist, unreal, indistinct, which made people feel weird.

In that void and reality, I suddenly saw people wearing masks coming out of the night.

"One, two, ten, eight..."

I looked at the group of people, walking in line, no one spoke, no footsteps, and everyone was expressionless. The scene was really weird, like rootless souls floating in the air like.

"The Huaihua ghost sent the skinned monkey to the ghost king respectfully..."

"The Shaoyang ghost sent the water monkey to the ghost king respectfully..."

"The Taoyuan ghost sent the iron-headed monkey to the ghost king respectfully..."

I looked at those strange-looking people who walked in, each of them had a expressionless face, like a ghost from hell, it was shocking to see.

As soon as they came in, they circled around the coffin. Everyone looked at the ghost king's body, not only did not feel sad, on the contrary, there was a hint of excitement, and their eyes showed the same expression as Dang Qianqiu.

I frowned, and watched more and more people come in, and soon reached a hundred or ten people. These people were all in strange shapes, and their bodies were full of evil spirits, and some of them were also full of blood.

I have some bad premonition in my heart.

It seems that there is a bloody storm.

To explode.