The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 568 In front of the hall, what kind of subordinate do you call yourself

Several people looked at the approaching landlord, and they were solemn and respectful for an instant.

The landlord actually killed the people who almost washed Qiongcanglou with blood so easily.

Not a simple kill!Instead, the ancestor of all poisons died in the field he was best at!
Poisoned to death!

This is a warning to those who are eyeing the Qiongcang Tower and trying to get a piece of the pie!

Feng Canglan's pace stopped in front of several people.

The few people who survived the catastrophe were ready to salute, but they couldn't help themselves, so they could only respectfully say, "My subordinates pay homage to the landlord!"

"Please forgive me, I can't salute..."

Feng Canglan glanced sharply, and waved his hand.

The few people just felt something slipped into their mouths, and they stopped talking for a moment, "Lord, this is..."

As soon as he asked, Feng Canglan staggered away, and his voice had to stop.

Walking in front of the envoy, Feng Canglan stopped abruptly.

Looking at the man with a face as white as paper, pale lips, and empty eyes, he looks like a walking corpse.Eyes covered with spider silk, crimson as if dripping blood.

A trembling hand fell on the shoulder of the envoy, and tears were in his cold eyes under the mask.

It was fine some time ago, now...

In the battle between rivers and lakes, casualties are normal.

but!Everyone is dead and don't let it go!
Nether corpse puppet!
She let out a long breath, closed her eyes and a tear trickled down the corner of her eyes.

The person who controlled the corpse puppet is dead, and it is time to go to the ground for peace.

"Bury people."

Her voice was hoarse and dry, and they immediately got up when they heard the order, "Yes."

When I got up, I was shocked and realized, "I... I can move!"

"I replied too!"

After several people rejoiced, they quickly dug a pit to bury the holy envoy.

Feng Canglan stood not far away, watching the loess cover up the body of the Holy Envoy little by little, his hands were constantly tightened, and his knuckles were faintly white.

"The landlord, has been buried in the ground."

Several people came over and handed over to report.

Feng Canglan's eyes staggered away from the mound behind them, and his clenched hands suddenly loosened, "This is not called burial."

Leaving behind a cold sentence, she picked up Chengyue's body and flew into the sky, directly flying to the Qiongcang Tower on the top of the mountain.

Let those people behind the scenes be buried with them!That's called burial!
Several people quickly lifted up to keep up.

hilltop, dome
The mountaintop shrouded in fairy mist was shrouded in haze, and the smell of blood rose straight into the sky.

Inside the building, there were bloodstains all over the place, and screams continued.

Surrounded by ghost puppets with pale faces and lifeless eyes, they all froze in place and did not move.

"What's going on?" Everyone waited and asked.

Inside the main hall

Behind layers of white gauze curtains, the person leaning on the seat quietly opened his eyes.

A cool voice sounded slowly, "Chengyue is dead."

Not a question, not an inquiry, but a statement.

Behind the white gauze curtain, in the center of the hall
The back of the woman in white was slightly stiff, and her face showed surprise, "How could Chengyue die?"

"She..." She is called the ancestor of all poisons, no one in the world can kill her.

The main thing is, if Chengyue is dead, then these ghost puppets... are all scrapped!
Without Chengyue, no one would be able to control these puppets, and she did not tell them how to control them.

Quiet, deathly still.

The woman slowly raised her head, her heart flustered.

"When Chengyue dies, the Yin Corpse cannot be used."

"This subordinate didn't think well, this subordinate..." The woman was flustered, and a gust of wind blew while she was pondering her words.

There was a chill in her jaw, and she was forced to look up.

The hand that raised the chin gently caressed, and the cool voice was extraordinarily soft, "In front of the main hall, what kind of subordinate do you call yourself?"

The woman paused, a happy smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and her voice was charming, "Xiangling is negligent."

(End of this chapter)