Resurrection of Reiki: Start with Drawing Cards

Chapter 73
As soon as Yang Yangyang said this, the air suddenly became quiet, and at the same time, there was a strange atmosphere in it.

That's an atmosphere called awkwardness.

Feeling the awkward atmosphere, Anping looked at the back of Yang Yangyang in front of him, then looked at the old coffin in the distance, scratched his head, coughed, and broke the atmosphere: "How do we go?"

"ask him!"

"ask her!"

The moment Anping asked this question, Yang Yangyang and the old coffin pointed at each other and said in unison.

"."

play?

Anping was a little speechless.

"Stop making trouble, old coffin, what are you serious about with a child, young or not, let's get started quickly, didn't you say you should come back before midnight, you won't be able to make it back later."

Blacksmith Wang at the side saw the childish behavior of the two, couldn't stand it anymore, and frowned at the old coffin beside him.

The old coffin also found that he was a little naive, and couldn't help but blushed: "Hey, let's start."

"Why are you still standing?" He glanced at An Ping and Yang Yangyang who were still standing in the distance, and greeted, "Why don't you come over?"

Anping glanced at Yang Yangyang, and found that she didn't move, as if she was still sulking so hard that he couldn't figure it out, she couldn't help but shook her head, and walked over on her own.

Anping walked not far from the old coffin, spread his hands lightly at the old man with a smile on his face, and said: "This is the first time in this life for this junior, please take care of me, senior."

From the conversation just now, Anping already knew that this childish old man was the leader who led them to the underworld.

When the old coffin on the armchair heard Anping's words, satisfaction flashed across his face, and he pointed at Anping with his withered fingers and said:
"You talk nicely, kid. I like the old coffin. Unlike some people, after breaking through the border, relying on their own strength to be stronger, they want to beat the old man when they come in. It's simply"

The first two sentences of his words were normal, but when he spoke the last few sentences, he began to become eccentric, and he didn't know who he was alluding to.

But before he finished speaking, Anping heard Yang Yangyang's clear and indifferent girlish voice behind him: "Say more, I'll beat you right now, believe it or not?"

Yang Yangyang did not know when he had quietly walked behind Anping.

"."

This time the old coffin shut up.

have to.

The smell of gunpowder rose again.

Anping looked at the old coffin with a bad complexion and his expressionless face, but it could be seen from his eyes that he was enjoying watching the play, and even Wang Tiejiang, who wished the two of them would fight, suddenly felt a headache.

In other words, this kind of combination is really not a group to give away heads?

Will my first visit to the underworld directly become the last?
Anping was very suspicious.

This atmosphere lasted for about 1 minute, and then it was broken by Blacksmith Wang who stood up.

Blacksmith Wang didn't speak after standing up, but raised his muscular right arm and pushed open the lid of the black coffin beside his chair.

Bang!
When the coffin lid fell to the ground, a wave of wind and waves was set off with a loud noise, and the wind and waves scattered in all directions, bringing up dust on the ground.

Yang Yangyang watched the tiny wind and waves rushing blankly, and his mental power was released like a tide, breaking up the wind and waves in the room at once.

After Wang Tiejiang pushed the coffin lid away, he jumped in and lay down slowly.

? ?
Anping watched his actions with question marks all over his head.

What do you mean?
A living person sleeping in a dead coffin?
Are you going to have a table?

You shouldn't be so young.

Just as Anping was puzzled, he saw Blacksmith Wang who had just been lying down in the coffin get up again. After he got up, he and Anping looked at each other.

Then he looked at a black coffin not far from Anping, pouted at him, gestured for a moment, and then lay down again.

Anping watched Tiejiang Wang lie down in the coffin again, and instantly understood what he meant.

That means:

"Boy, go, there is also one prepared for you there, hurry up and lie down."

Anping turned his head to look at the black coffin, stepped forward and pushed the lid of the black coffin like Blacksmith Wang.

Bang!
With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the wind and waves kicked up dust particles again.

After An Ping pushed open the coffin lid, he jumped in and lay down in the coffin just like Tiejiang Wang.

Anping lay down in the coffin, found a comfortable position inside, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and waited peacefully.

"Humph!"

Yang Yangyang watched the two of them enter the coffin, glanced sideways at the old coffin, raised his head and snorted coldly, then walked to a black coffin.

Looking at the coffin in front of her, her spirit fluctuated, and she turned into a big hand to lift the lid of the coffin, then supported herself mentally, and floated in.

The old coffin saw that the most powerful little girl in the bureau also lay down in the coffin, grinned his teeth like a naughty boy, and then muttered: "I will bully the old coffin."

The old coffin muttered, raised his hand, and a burst of black spiritual power shot out, knocking off the lid of the last coffin, got up from the armchair, and crawled in slowly.

The moment he climbed into the coffin, his breath changed suddenly, becoming corrupt and dead.

As if he really became a dead person.

"Xiao Yang, close the door!"

After the old coffin lay down, it waited for a while, and then yelled loudly.

"What are you shouting!"

Yang Yangyang's impatient voice sounded.

In this voice, her spirit radiated out, and the four coffin lids in the room floated up, and tightly clasped the coffins of the four of them.

"The coffin leads to the realm of death, and the spirit enters the realm of death!"

After the lid of the coffin was closed, the voice of the old coffin sounded slowly.

When Anping heard this voice in the coffin, he was suddenly in a daze.

The voice seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to be whispering in his ear, which made him sleepy gradually.

Just when Anping was about to fall asleep, the two big suns hanging in the air in his heart trembled suddenly, and then emitted infinite light, dispelling his drowsiness and shaking his spirits.

At this moment, the urgent voice of the old coffin rang in his ears: "Boy, don't resist, otherwise I won't be able to hide the old coffin from Huang Quan's gaze, and I won't be able to take you into the underworld."

Hearing this voice, Anping's thoughts fluctuated, and he suppressed the light of the two big suns shining on the heart lake, and no longer resisted.

"The coffin leads to the realm of death, and the spirit enters the realm of death!"

After Anping took off his guard, the faint voice of the old coffin rang in his ears again, and then drowsiness hit him again.

In his sleep, he felt his soul slowly float out of his body, and then was pulled by a force to keep sinking.

It didn't know how long it sank like this, and he heard waves of running water in his ears.

The moment he heard the sound of running water, he also heard a voice that resounded through his soul. The voice was speaking some words, but Anping couldn't hear or understand clearly.

Just as the voice was speaking, a dead silent gaze swept over him suddenly, as if he heard something, he stared at Anping, and made a doubtful voice:

"Ok?"

Amidst this doubtful voice, a gaze full of dead silence and decay passed directly through the underworld space, looking at Anping's body lying in the coffin.

The moment his gaze fell on Anping's body, a deadly energy pervaded his body, beginning to erode his flesh and bones.

At the moment when the death energy filled the air, the silent thunder lake in Anping's body rioted, and the Yang Lei blood energy in the thunder lake was triggered, roaring out, turning into white thunder dragons to annihilate the death energy eroding Anping.

At the same time, white light flickered between his brows.

I saw a ray of white eternal golden light trembling from inside his brow and gong, along with Yang Lei's blood energy, dispelling the dead energy eroding Anping's body.

After dispelling all the dead energy, the golden light of the eternal sun turned into a white film, protecting Anping's body in the coffin.

(End of this chapter)