I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

The body is stiff, trying to move, and the limbs don't work at all, it's that strange feeling.

The two couldn't help thinking of another word, ghost press!

The wind was blowing, the courtyard was eerily calm, a black shadow fell from the sky without a sound, and the shadow fell to the ground, making Old Chen and Old Chen look desperate.

"Go back to your room and sleep, it's fine."

A gentle voice came, and the two of them recovered in an instant. They turned their heads suddenly, and saw Russell standing there. What else was under their feet?

"Go in and sleep, after tonight, nothing will happen."

Russell said again, Father Chen was the first to wake up, today is different, there is a little fairy living in the yard today.

There is no need to be afraid of ghosts, fake corpses and so on.

Seeing that Russell was urging him, it seemed that there was something he didn't want them to know. Father Chen understood, and immediately dragged Old Chen back to the room.

I went to bed tremblingly, and with the quilt, my body was warmed up a lot, but there was a hole in the window, and the wind was blowing a bit.

The two remained silent, burying their doubts. Although it was already late at night, when they were sleepy and soundly asleep, the sleepy bug had already disappeared in fright after being frightened just now.

Father Chen and Old Chen stared at the roof, quietly boiled until dawn, until the rooster crowed. It seemed that only in this way could the fear in their hearts be concealed.

In the yard, Russell looked at the wriggling female corpse under his feet, and couldn't help frowning. This thing is not a ghost, not a zombie, it is very weird.

He raised his right hand, and with a thought, the sand and rocks on the ground began to roll, and slowly sank, embedding the female corpse inside.

Immediately afterwards, Russell went straight to the coffin, and the gloomy wooden coffin was still quietly placed in the middle of the yard.

The iron chains on it are still encircling, and the moonlight shines on it, there is nothing strange about it.

Russell circled around the coffin several times, and suddenly found something unusual. There was a small opening at the lower end of the airtight coffin.

He squatted down, touched it lightly, back and forth, as if some kind of mechanism, like a small box for things.

Small box for stuff?

Russell was thoughtful, and slowly raised his hand, the struggling female corpse floated down in front of him, his right fingers twisted and clenched, and the female corpse made a creaking sound.

After a while, under Russell's gaze, a long worm crawled out of the lady's mouth.

It is thin and long, very strange, with a huge golden mask, with only one eye in the middle, and something like an eyeball turning around, and the mouth of the mask is in the shape of a tiger's mouth.

As if sensing the danger, the bug arched its upper body, opened its mouth, and looked at Russell intently.

Under the moonlight, the big mouth of the pot seemed to be a gate leading to hell, with flesh-colored flesh membranes exposed inside.

The one-in-one-close movement does not open up and down like the mouth of palatine animals, but spreads out around and becomes a square shape, and the fangs inside can be vaguely seen.

There is an extremely thick carapace on the outside, and there are countless palate feet under it, which is really fierce.

This familiar look surprised Russell, and he turned his head to look at the pattern of eyeballs on the coffin, and couldn't help but twitched.

He said why it looks so familiar, isn't this something from Jingjue Ancient City?

From the Western Regions to the Yangtze River, it's really no wonder that he didn't see it at a glance.

Russell slowly looked at the worm in his hand, then looked up at the coffin in front of him, and couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Things are really getting more and more interesting."

With this bug that can manipulate the corpse, and it seems that it is still guarding the coffin.

If this coffin is ordinary and there is nothing weird about it, isn't it that there is no silver 300 taels here?

Russell slowly opened the coffin lid. Under the moonlight, the dead body in the coffin slept very peacefully, as if it really was a dead body.

He looked at it for a long time, and there was nothing unusual about the yellow talisman and the Seven Star Sword, and there was no change in the expression of the dead body.

only……

Russell looked at the faint traces of water under the body of the dead body, and almost laughed out loud. Would the body still sweat?

He thought for a while, then slowly closed the lid of the coffin, and the corpse also slowly opened its eyes, with a look of lovelessness.

Help!

Chapter 214 I Can Never Laugh

The dead body in the iron coffin continued to pretend to be dead, not daring to take a breath.

Russell just glanced at the coffin with a half-smile, but didn't expose it, because he was really interested.

Not stiff, not demon, not human, not ghost, the seven-star sword pierced it, but there was no bleeding at all, and there was no response to the spell.

It was extremely strange.

Russell shook his right hand, put his hands behind his back, and walked into the room slowly. It was late at night, and it was time for children to sleep.

The courtyard returned to silence, and it looked extraordinarily mysterious under the moonlight.

There was a trembling sound, and the eight iron cables that were originally tied to the coffin's cover slowly shrank, and they were retracted into the coffin.

After a closer look, it turned out that the other end of the iron chain came from the bottom of the coffin, which was really surprising.

The coffin lid moved quietly, and a hole was quietly removed, and then there was no movement for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a finger was quietly stretched out, and then quietly retracted.

After a while, the dead body poked its head out, looked at the empty yard, and let out a long breath.

The yard was very quiet and there was no one around. The little doll must have gone to sleep, so it was an excellent opportunity to escape!

The corpse thought flatteredly that he was just a corpse and didn't really want to die.

What if it fell into the hands of that little baby and directly crushed him to ashes, that would be really cold.

However, he did not move quickly, but listened carefully to the movement around him. After repeated failure to hear the sound of breathing, he cautiously crawled out half of his body.

Soon, the dead body froze, staring at the top of the courtyard in a daze.

There is no one, only a gossip array that keeps spinning and exudes golden light.

Ordinary people don't know if they can see it, but the dead body can be seen very clearly, and feeling the terrifying coercion on the gossip array, he definitely doesn't think it's a fake.

The dead body was silent for a while, and then lay back in the coffin silently. Fingers hooked a pull ring under the coffin, and the eight chains were strangely connected together again.

The inside of the coffin fell into silence and darkness again, and the corpse looked at the coffin board with a resentful expression.

He thought that the people in his era were too mean, but he didn't expect that the people of today are even more mean. What happened in this era?

Hey……

The dead body was trembling in the coffin, already thinking, if it was found that he was not a real dead body, how would he explain it?

The last time I felt this way was when I was learning from Boss Cao, when my husband came back and lied that I borrowed rice.

That feeling is simply uneasy.

He was not the only one who was uneasy, but also Mr. Chen and Mr. Chen who were staring wide-eyed and afraid to sleep in the room.

Not sleeping is just a matter of the second half of the night. If you close your eyes, maybe this life will pass.

Who knows if that female corpse has any accomplices?

Although the head of the trail is next door, it is better to be cautious, after all, although the life is small, there is only one life.

The atmosphere became more and more delicate. In the small yard, three of the four people couldn't sleep. However, time always ran very fast.

Just after dawn, when the rooster crowed, Russell set off with the coffin to chase the Li family's boat.

Mr. Chen and Old Mr. Chen worked together to carry the coffin to the Yangtze River. Originally, they planned to send Russell and the coffin over in a boat.

Unexpectedly, Russell shook his head, pointed his toes lightly at the coffin, and the coffin flew straight ahead in an instant as if hit by a boulder.

With another light jump, Russell put his hands behind his back and stepped on the coffin, flying in the coffin like an ancient sword fairy.

Father Chen, who watched it, exclaimed that he is amazing, he is really the reincarnation of a god!

"The speed is so slow, I should bring more talisman paper next time."

Russell crossed his arms and looked helplessly at the coffin under his feet. There were floating spells pasted under the coffin.

If he hadn't stepped on it, the coffin would have floated into space directly, but it's not certain, it might stay in the stratosphere, doing uniform circular motion.

It seems that only Newton's resurrection can explain this problem that has plagued Russell for several years.

I don't know how long it took to fly, maybe two hours, maybe three hours, Russell has already seen the Li family's boat.

With light force under his feet, the coffin under his feet slowly fell, and fell heavily on the deck, which directly scared the eyes of the morning exercisers.

Looking at the gloomy wooden coffin in front of him, he couldn't help but cast a glance at Russell, "Tsk tsk tsk, is this another coffin for senior brother? I think you want to fight again."

Hehe, he heard Uncle Jiu said that Russell was a very filial disciple, and when he saw a good coffin, he wanted to carry it home.

Said it was for Uncle Jiu to prepare for his funeral, and Uncle Jiu was very pleased with such a filial disciple.

It's just that the bamboo behind the yard grows too slowly to keep up with Russell's speed.

"Humph!"

Speaking of his disgraceful past, Russell turned around with a look of contempt and took out a small notebook from his pocket.

"On a certain day in a certain year, a certain month and a certain day, the unscrupulous uncle taunted me with four eyes, and Russell took revenge. It's not too late, wait until Miao Jiang, heh heh heh!"

"What are you doing?"

Looking around the coffin, he vaguely heard Russell's wretched hiccup and laugh.

"No, no, no." Russell Union put away the thick little book, "I just thought of a good thing. We are getting closer and closer to Miaojiang. This time, I will definitely feel proud!"

The four eyes nodded slowly, if there was [-]% certainty before, there was still a little hesitation.

So now with [-]% certainty, little Russell can completely sweep Miaojiang.

After all, this is just a mountain worship, not a life-and-death struggle, and everyone may be in-laws in the future!

If the ancestors were willing to save face and directly came to the upper body of a patriarch, the entire Miaojiang would probably have to look at the thousand-foot-high dharma body with numb claws.

Looking up, it is estimated that people don't even have toes. How can they have the courage to fight?

"Well, little nephew, your speech is getting better and better now."

After hearing Russell's words, Simu nodded very satisfied, then turned his head and focused on the coffin in front of him.

Turning left, turning right, looking at the pattern of the eyes above, the brows immediately began to frown.