Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 137

The two skinny musicians stopped the drumsticks in their hands, their faces were pale, and when they saw the carriage in front of them, a strange smile was drawn on the corners of their mouths.

Beside the black coffin, followed a bloated and fat mourner, with a stiff and fat face, stiff and blunt, not like a living person, looking at Chuhe quietly.

Such a weird welcoming team approached the black carriage little by little, and the fat and bloated mourners floated in front of Chuhe, stretched out a pale hand, their eyes were hollow, and their voice was dry.

"Buy road money..."

Chuhe looked suspicious, and looked at Yao Yuzhi who was hanging on him like a koala with a questioning look.

"Yeah~ The Great God of Yin Burial walks with a split soul, and he specifically finds someone to ask for money for the journey, and the money for the journey is a part of his lifespan..."

Yao Yuzhi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her voice became weaker and her consciousness seemed to be half-dream and half-awake, and every time the chills broke out, she was like a little bear in winter, always feeling sleepless and listless.

Another earth god?
"Buy road money..."

The mourner with the white silk shook his palm, like a rebellious teenager begging his parents for pocket money.

Give some of your life...

Chu He was expressionless, ignoring his pale and swollen palms.

"Buy road money! Buy road money! Buy road money!!"

The mourner's dark eyes were directed at Chuhe, and his mouth was like a machine gun, repeating three words, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Okay, okay, I'll give, I'll give! Just like a bunch of stinky beggars!" Chuhe's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he turned his head and smiled kindly: "You stretch out your hand a little more, I'm afraid you won't be able to reach it."

Hearing these words, the voice of the mourner as if the repeater finally stopped, he paused, and put his big pale hand in front of Chuhe.

"Guru~"

His throat rolled slightly, and Chu He lowered his head slowly, spitting out a mouthful of old phlegm brewing on the greasy, cold hand of the mourner.

"Don't think it's too little, there's only so much."

The mourner: "..."

He mechanically looked at the old phlegm in his mouth, then looked up at Chuhe, his eyes became darker and darker, and he couldn't turn his head around for a while.

"Wow wow wow!!"

The untimely beating of the gong sounded again, this time the percussion sound was piercing and sharp, turning into heavy sound waves, sweeping away in all directions.

"Um……"

Yao Yuzhi closed her eyes and frowned tightly on her outstretched eyebrows. The coldness that emanated was like a broken dam, and the Chu River was freezing.

Chuhe was taken aback, and stepped on the mourner's face.

Click!

The plump head shattered at the sound, the mourner was trampled into a mass of meat, Chu He's godlike body turned into lightning, tore through the air, flew over a distance of [-] meters in an instant, and appeared in front of the musician.

call--

In the gust of wind, Chuhe's eyes spit out bloody light, his big hands stretched out, covering them, pinched the musician's grinning head, and exerted all his strength.

thump—

Half of her pale cheeks were instantly shattered.

Chu He pinched the musician who kept emitting black smoke, squinted his eyes and asked, "What did you knock just now? It scared me. Do you want to die?"

"Woooo..."

The musician couldn't move his jaw, and his face was full of black smoke.

Around, another sound of gongs and drums disappeared, and all the mourners stopped their movements, and layers of Yin Qi covered them like a tide. It felt like a large group of people suddenly stood around, looking at Chu River coldly.

"I asked you something!"

Chu He exerted a little force with his right hand, and he could clearly hear the sound of bones being pierced. He sneered and said, "It's annoying to see your things, and you still keep knocking here all day. You really think I'm afraid to do it, don't you?"

"..."

The musician's eyeballs frantically swayed from side to side, as if trying to evade.

Chuhe's eyes suddenly turned to the black coffin.

"Who is imprisoned in you? Could it be the Great God of Yin Burial?" After finishing speaking, Chu He ignored the gazes of other mourners, pulled off the musician's big gong, and pounded on the coffin several times.

"..."

dong dong dong! !

"Don't bully...too much!!"

There was a sudden sound in the coffin, icy and cold, like a machine.

Huh, is there really something?
With a move in Chuhe's heart, blood flames rose from his right hand, and he slapped the musician who turned over with one hand, burning him to ashes on the spot.

"Ding dong! Absorb the strange energy, energy +1!"

+1? ! !

Chuhe was speechless, no wonder he was so weak.

"you……"

call--

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind blowing from nowhere, the sound inside the coffin stopped abruptly, and the black coffin stopped shaking.

slam-la-

The wind continued to blow, and the sound of paper hunting sounded all around.

The tide-like yin energy around them disappeared, and all the mourners turned into paper-stitched people, and they couldn't feel any more yin energy.

Seeing this strange scene, Chuhe's face was gloomy, and he closed his eyes. Xuanwu's true meaning revived and blessed him, and his perception covered a range of hundreds of meters around him.

For a moment, open your eyes.

No!

Still didn't feel the slightest yin energy!
scoff!

The black coffin was like paper, and it was torn apart.

It was empty, nothing was seen.

"Whoa whoa—"

At this moment, the familiar sound of gongs and drums sounded in the forest in the distance. Chuhe suddenly turned his head and found a new funeral procession in the distance. It was still the same procession, but in the opposite direction.

They drifted away and slowly disappeared into the dense forest.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew by, and the paper figurines in front of them began to disintegrate little by little, gradually dissipating in the air.

Bang!
The earth exploded violently, earth and rocks splashed.

Chuhe's figure turned into red lightning, plowed through the thick fog with the whistling wind, rushed to the crown of a tall tree, followed the sound of gongs and drums, and watched the white team heading towards the distance little by little.

"Bullying the weak and fearing the hard?"

After a few breaths, he jumped off the crown of the tree with the wind.

Having no choice to catch up, Chuhe returned to the carriage with Yao Yuzhi in his arms, and slowly drove the carriage away without stopping.

Since it is the projection of the Great God of Yin Burial, the degree of mystery must not be understood by Chuhe, and it is not surprising that this phenomenon occurs.

"But are these guys really willing to give up?" Thinking of all the strange events that have happened, a gloomy look appeared on Chu He's face.

These guys are very vengeful.

Chuhe wanted to kill the weeds, but...

He looked at Yao Yuzhi, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and temporarily dismissed the idea, let's wait until he reaches Suruga City safely.

It should be there in four days.

Two days later, the boundary of Suruga Castle.

A black carriage slowly drove into a small town on the side of a mountain.

Ok?
Suddenly, Chuhe stopped the carriage, frowned slightly, and looked at the passers-by who were in a hurry and with bad complexions. When they saw Chuhe, they all lowered their heads and avoided them from a distance, like snakes and scorpions.

Walking all the way into the city, I saw people of all ages, middle and young, but I rarely saw young people. All I passed along the way were notices of missing persons notices and leaflets for missing persons that could be seen everywhere.

"I don't know what kind of weird thing is making waves."

Reminiscent of the funeral procession a few days ago, Chu He narrowed his eyes, knowing that even in Suruga City there would be strange haunts.

After thinking for a while, he turned and walked into the inn beside him.

Inside the inn, it was clear and cold, with few tourists.

The chunky old shopkeeper was listlessly scratching at the abacus, and the thin and frail little boy was wiping the table with vacant eyes and absent-mindedness.

On the first floor, there were only a few tables of people eating and drinking quietly. When Chu He came in, they just raised their eyes. After seeing the strong and sturdy physique, they turned their eyes away in fear and dared not look again.

"Guest, rest or eat?"

Xiao Er wiped his hands, walked over with a wet and dirty towel, and asked timidly, like a frightened quail.

"Take a break."

Chu He thought for a while, then walked to the counter: "By the way, stir fry two small dishes, by the way, I will serve a pot of old wine later, the strong one."

"OK……"

The shopkeeper froze for a moment, and agreed.

Chu He nodded, and sat down at an empty table at random.

"Oh, the city has become more and more deserted recently."

"I see, the missing person probably has something to do with the statue of the county magistrate. I have already seen that there is something wrong with the county magistrate."

"Shh, keep your voice down, these things are not for us to worry about, there is a camp that will deal with this matter, so let's not talk about it."

"Destroy the deceitful camp? Do you think they have done anything? Most of them are idle all day long, and most of them have already joined forces with the county magistrate!"

……

A few tables away, the two gathered together to talk softly, Chuhe heard it clearly, his heart moved slightly, and he was about to go over to inquire.

There were footsteps at the door of the inn.

A person appeared first, in his twenties, with neat short hair, wearing black tight-fitting clothes, and the ribs under the chest were clearly visible.

There are several big men behind this person, they are all in black uniforms, and there is a symbol of a black sword on the chest.

This symbol is the symbol of the Deception Camp.

As soon as these people appeared, the entire inn fell silent, and the lazy innkeeper's face paled, knowing that he was going to bleed again today.

Not daring to offend Mie Guiying, the shopkeeper had no choice but to go forward with a smile and apologize, rubbed his hands together and said, "Guys, what do you want to eat, I'll ask the back kitchen to prepare it right away to ensure that the adults eat and drink well. "

"Well, you're still on the way."

The leader rubbed his nose and said casually: "Serve all the famous dishes in the shop, by the way, what do you guys want to eat?"

The man asked the brothers behind him, but there was no answer for a long time. When he turned his head, he found that everyone was sneaking at a certain place.

A bit of coldness spread, a woman in a white dress with a veil and an outstanding figure came slowly towards the inn.

Everyone in Miegui Camp subconsciously lined up on both sides to make way for the woman in the white skirt. After the woman passed by, the overflowing cold made them shiver.

As the woman walked into the inn, a fresh and moving fragrance appeared in the turbid air, like a lotus blooming in a quagmire, which suddenly made people feel relieved, and their body and mind were involuntarily active and comfortable.

"here!"

The silent inn lobby.

Chuhe suddenly made a sound, raised his hand and waved it.

Seeing this, Yao Yuzhi moved her lotus steps lightly, and sat floatingly opposite the Chu River.

"Guru~"

The man at the head of the Miegui camp looked away. He was very sensible, and he noticed that Chuhe and the two had extraordinary demeanor, and he was probably a master.

Without any intention of causing trouble, the man asked a group of brothers to sit down on the other side of the lobby, smiling and giggling on the surface, but there were still many people's eyes drifting towards Chuhe's table vaguely.

(End of this chapter)