Dart Master

Chapter 117 The Truth About the Funeral Parlor
After comforting Shaotian, Bai Qing, Feng Er, I and I briefly explained the plan, and everyone split up to act.

The next day, I went to the funeral parlor. With the instruction of the second cover, the funeral was done very decently, but strangely, very few people came.

In order to create a real effect, I even made a bunch of lists overnight from the customers who often pick up the parcels, and reported the funeral early in the morning, but the result is undoubtedly disappointing. Brother Liang has always been amiable on the surface of the express store. He is angry, but such a person doesn't even have a few friends in his life.

This further confirms my thoughts, and I want to see what the play will be like today.

During the day, Shaotian and I stayed at the funeral parlor all day long, but we never saw the protagonist of the play appear.

At night, all the ceremonies, music, master of ceremonies, etc. of the funeral home receded, and the mourning hall suddenly became empty.

Shaotian and I were covered in makeup, pretending to be paper dolls and standing in the mourning hall. In order to prevent the yang energy from leaking out, we even touched a layer of aged glutinous rice powder on our skin. The sticky feeling is indescribable what a pain
The hill where the funeral parlor is located is relatively high and gloomy. At night, the chilly wind blows directly into the mourning hall. Even though I had prepared for it, I also felt a chill.

Brother Shang, Shaotian wanted to pee, it was so uncomfortable, Shaotian's pale and lifeless face was facing me, I was so scared that I shuddered.Oh my god, this makeup is too realistic, under the black paper cap with tail raised, there are two blushes smeared on the pale face, just like the paper figurine.

"No, now is the critical time, please bear with me." The funeral parlor's restroom is some distance away, and the person we are waiting for is cunning and cunning. If he finds out, the plan will be ruined.

Seeing that I disagreed, Shaotian could only grit his teeth pitifully and hold back.

Ziz!

The electric lights of the funeral parlor began to flicker indefinitely, and the strong sound of electric current formed a blue arc along the corner.

Snapped!
The light bulb suddenly shattered, and the mourning hall was completely plunged into darkness, but this did not hinder Shaotian and me. Although I have been in the secular world for a long time now, my cultivation level has never fallen.

Woohoo!

A deep suona sound came from the bamboo house behind the crematorium.

ecstasy!
This is exploring the way, okay, let me give you a trick!
I silently recited the Buddhist Meditation Mantra, and streams of Sanskrit words floated out of my mouth, covering Shaotian and me, resisting the damned suona sound.

His cultivation level is indeed far higher than that of Shaotian and me, but with the meditation spell to resist it, he will not be hooked, but it is just like seasickness, dizzy and uncomfortable.

After the song, a gust of wind mixed with black mist rolled into the mourning hall, the thick fog cleared, and a person in black robe slowly walked into the mourning hall.

With blood-red pupils and a strong smell of corpses, it is true that his cultivation has improved a lot, he must be lurking on this hill, breathing in corpses a lot.

Shaotian and I held our breath, our hearts almost jumped into our throats.

The man walked into the mourning hall, squeezed a few sticks of incense, and with a movement of his hand, the incense spontaneously ignited without fire!
He walked slowly into the coffin, smelling the fragrance between his eyebrows, and quickly chanted a mantra in his mouth: "The soul returns, the life returns, my son wakes up quickly, as urgent as a law!"

After finishing the curse, a black light flew out from the incense stick and penetrated into the coffin lid.

There was a loud bang bang in the coffin lid, the man in black laughed happily, and slammed his palm on the coffin, the nailed coffin lid instantly turned into sawdust, and a figure popped out of the coffin , Swish two spells hit the chest of the man in black.

The black-robed man was shocked, and Shaotian yelled strangely, "Oh my god, I can't hold it back anymore, I don't care, and ran out the door in a hurry.

At this time, I also blocked the gate of the funeral parlor as quickly as possible.The person who flew out of the coffin was not Feng Er, the man in black snorted, obviously he had suffered a dark loss.

"Zhao Dasheng, the Zhao family is a famous family in Jiangdong. Mr. Zhao and your elder brother are both Jiangdong heroes. Why are you willing to degenerate and become a demon?" Feng Er said coldly.

The man took a fixed look at me and Feng Er, "Hey, it's Mr. Feng. I thought you had died with Yan Jun, but I didn't expect you to still be alive."

That's right, Zhao Dasheng is the exorcist who lost an arm in my shock, Zhao Liang's father, I was at brother Liang's house that day, I saw the yellowed photo on the wall, and recognized him at a glance.

The corpse exorcist is best at the method of sealing the soul and holding the breath. Brother Liang is his son, so naturally he knows a lot of the secrets.

If I hadn't seen that photo, I would have really thought he was dead, but what he didn't expect was that that photo made his plan of pretending to be dead completely thwarted.

"Zhao Dasheng, hand over the Bai family seal, and stop doing evil." Mr. Feng stretched out his right hand and said peacefully.

Zhao Dasheng sneered, "What Bai Jiayin!"

If Zhao Dasheng is really the son of Mrs. Zhao, then his craftsmanship will definitely not be inferior to Heizi, and it is very likely that he made the money in the past life. In this way, he is inseparable from Bai Jiayin.

"Hey, Zhao Dasheng, what are you trying to do with your life for Yin Xie?" Feng Er sighed pitifully.

Zhao Dasheng patted his chest heavily with his one-armed left hand, "Of course, I, Zhao Dasheng, don't regret my death, but for the sake of grand plans and dominance, it doesn't matter."

"Although I don't know who you are working for, I know that everything you did was for your son Zhao Liang. In the past, Mrs. Zhao expelled your family of three from Fengquan because she was annoyed that you married a witch's daughter. Inappropriate, but now you father and son could meet again, so why bother to do evil and judge your own blessing." Feng Er shook his head and sighed.

"The blessings of heaven and man are easy to say. I, Zhao Dasheng, have lived through wind and rain for decades, and lived a life of neither human nor ghost. Do you know how our father and son have come here these years? Now it is not easy for my son to have Why should I give up the opportunity to be enshrined in the gods and enjoy the incense for generations." Zhao Dasheng roared with a ferocious expression on his face.

Hey, why are you doing this, bring it in!Feng Er shook his head and sighed, and shouted out the door.

Soon two people came in carrying a stretcher, and a person was covered with a white cloth on the stretcher. This time, even I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Feng Er Gourd.

"Look at it." Feng Er raised his hand and said, with a very sad expression.

Zhao Dasheng's complexion changed drastically, his body swayed, he squatted down slowly, and lifted the white shroud with his left hand. Under the shroud was my boss, Brother Liang, Zhao Liang.

"Lianger, Lianger!"

The corpse exorciser made a new method of sticking incense sticks, but after he tried several times, he was completely desperate, grabbed his hair and shouted, "This, how is this possible."

Even I was dumbfounded. Could it be that Zhao Liang is really dead?I looked at Feng Er, he nodded and said, "He didn't pretend to be dead, but he was indeed killed by the poison of the plague snake."

"No, no, how is it possible, he won't do this, he will never do this, old man Feng, you want to deceive me, is it you who killed my son?" Zhao Dasheng's eyes were blood red, pointing at Feng Two yelled.

Feng Er said proudly with his hands behind his back, "I've never lied in my life."

I was stunned, it seems that Zhao Liang was really killed by the plague poison of the Seven Killing Tribulations yesterday, but I still thought I was smart, thinking of this, I looked at Old Man Feng, wishing I could strangle him to death.

"He's dead, why didn't you tell me." I asked a little annoyed.

Feng Er said calmly, what I told you is that he is dead.

"No, I want to ask him why they killed my son, but they..." Zhao Dasheng ran out of the door like crazy, Feng Er yelled: "Stop him!"

The blood in my palms was churning, and two blood nets covered Zhao Dasheng. Zhao Dasheng was in a state of madness at the moment. His cultivation level was much higher than mine. Shengsheng tore up the blood net, and rushed down the mountain with a roar.

Chase!
Feng Er and I mobilized our movements and rushed down the mountain like lightning, but when we got there, it was already too late.

A silver spear pierced through Zhao Dasheng's chest, pinning him in place, blood dripping down the red tassel on the tip of the spear.Shaotian stood aside, biting his finger, looking stunned.

I walked over, and Zhao Heizi stood there with a calm expression, drawing and wiping his gun. When the body fell on the ground, Zhao Dasheng was already dead, his eyes were wide open, full of unwillingness.

(End of this chapter)