Legend of A Hero

After saying that, he walked out the door and said.

When Li Erniu and Zhang Yunyi entered the mansion, they discovered that something was very wrong. The red lanterns and the bright lights made it difficult for them to hear the voices of people. Wasn't … wasn't this like a ghost? Dozens of Zhang family members had long since disappeared into thin air. Why were there still voices coming from the inner court?

Zhang Yunyi and Li Erniu looked at each other in warning.

The inner court was very close to this place, but those who were eating seemed not to notice.

Zhang Yunyi blinked his eyes at Li Erniu and put away the Crane Bone Fan. With a gentle expression, he said to the old man, "Naturally, naturally."

The old man was very satisfied with this answer. The bow at his waist became even stronger. He raised his left hand and said, "Please."

Zhang Yunyi brought Li Erniu into the inner courtyard. At this moment, the two of them had an extra set of mourning clothes, which even had mottled red spots on them.

"Funeral?" Li Erniu's face was expressionless, but in his heart he thought, "Strange, which family would have such a happy funeral?"

Zhang Yunyi took out the Crane Bone Fan that he had just put away. With an unnatural expression, he said, "This is also the first time I've seen a dead person being buried!"

Zhang Yunyi's heart had already exploded. The moment that strange item that had already been reduced to something out of the ordinary had actually appeared in front of him, he knew that he was in big trouble. Plus, he had brought a burden along with him.

According to the book, the coffin on the stage should be the Five Ghost Coffin from the legends.

"Ghost Hell sect" in the middle, "Ghost Head Palace", "Ghost Eye Palace", "Ghost Mind Palace" and "Ghost Temple" all around, according to the five sides of the five old people.

Zhang Yunyi held the Crane Bone Fan in his hand. His hand was slightly pale, and it was obvious that he was abnormally strong. At this moment, he was somewhat regretful, thinking to himself: If I had known this would happen, I would have brought the Heavenly Master Talisman Sword with me. Aiya, actually, it's quite handsome to carry a sword with me.

Li Erniu did not notice any of this. His attention was already focused on the bronze oil lamp mark on his wrist.

After entering this courtyard, the bronze oil lamp had become unknowingly hot. Instead, it had started to emit a few spots of light that slowly appeared before disappearing without a trace.

A stout middle-aged man wearing a purple print robe walked from the table to the front of Li Erniu and Zhang Yunyi. He said in an overbearing manner, "I heard from Old Chen that two distinguished guests have arrived. I don't know what kind of congratulatory gift they are."

Before one of the two could reply, Li Erniu's wrist suddenly started to glow with a large amount of light spots, like a flood crazily rushing towards the middle-aged man. White steam started to come out of the middle-aged man's body, but he still maintained his smile, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Yunyi did the same as well. He tightly gripped the Crane Bone Fan, maintaining his vigilance.

"They can't see it?"

Li Erniu looked around and found that no one could see such a scene. His heart could not help but calm down.

The steam changed from white to red, and the middle-aged man who looked like a rich man turned into a skinny man. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it turned into a thin piece of skin. In this regard, Li Erniu felt a wave of nausea.

When Zhang Yunyi saw this scene, he thought that Li Erniu had already made his move. Without any further hesitation, he quickly opened the Crane Bone Fan in his hand, flipped his wrist, and flew out. He muttered an incantation.

At the same time, the lively guests who were eating and drinking stopped in their tracks. They turned their heads around and stared at Li Erniu and Zhang Yunyi. For a moment, there was complete silence.

Outside the inner court, the old man had been lost in a long conversation. The corrupt scholar slapped his face and asked curiously, "This is the corridor leading to the corridor; where is my dagger?"

Elder Qian said snappily, "Is that yours? It's mine. I've only exchanged half my life's worth of achievements for a few amazing items. Yet, you're using it as a one-time use item."

The corrupt scholar was also somewhat embarrassed as he said with an apologetic smile, "Isn't it just an urgent matter?"

Elder Liu looked at the quiet corridor and said uneasily, "Alright, let's stop talking about this. I feel like we're being stared at. We've been going back and forth so many times, and yet we're still here."

The corrupt scholar solemnly nodded his head, and then bared his teeth: "Why don't you give me another letter, I promise that I will complete this task and bring the item back to you in one piece."

He understood the shamelessness of a corrupt scholar, but he had never expected that he would remain the same even after so many years had passed. Logically speaking, this old man should have a strong reputation, but now this old man was making a big fuss over nothing.

Elder Qian looked at the corrupt scholar in surprise and said: "You were in such a hurry when you pulled me over, so I didn't have the time to take it."

The corrupt scholar smacked his somewhat dry lips and said weakly, "Alright, but how do we break this thing?"

Elder Qian stroked his smooth chin and said in a playful manner: "This martial artist's vital energy and blood can break the strange, this boy's urine can kill the evil. You have both, what do you think?"

"I don't want to say it." The corrupt scholar felt depressed. "I don't want to say it, I don't want to say it. He thought to himself: The east wind really can't lift that pot.

The corrupt scholar slapped his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, his blood flowing straight to the dark wall.

The wall was soaked in hot blood, like paper to a fire. Not long after, a hole the size of a person was burned into the wall.

A foot in black cloth shoes poked out of the hole. If Li Erniu and Wang Lin met, they would definitely know each other, because the owner of the leg was the hunchbacked old man who just received them.

When the elder saw this, his sword was like a nimble snake, thrusting straight towards the hunchbacked elder.

The old man's hand was like a resonance as he held the sword between his fingers. The old man slowly said, "It looks like the two of you aren't here to be guests!"

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