Sky coffin

In the evening, we arrived at Yongan Village.

Zhang Shiyi is right, this village is really weird.

There was actually someone guarding the entrance to the village.

Hua Xiu looked at Yong'an Village in front of him, frowned, and said, "Brother, the corpse spirit here is so strong!"

Hua Xiu is right. Just standing at the entrance of the village, you can feel the corpse energy rising to the sky.

Moreover, this is the time when crops grow most luxuriantly, but the crops near Yong'an Village are withered and yellow, without any trace of green.

I whispered: "This village is very strange, we must be careful."

Princess Long Ji said nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? As long as I am here, I will definitely protect you!"

I looked at Princess Long Ji, rolled my eyes at her, and said, "Stop talking nonsense. You can only use 20% of your strength here. If you violate the laws of heaven, you will suffer the consequences."

Princess Long Ji put her hands on her hips, a little unconvinced.

"What's wrong with 20%? Do you believe that I can crush you to death with just one finger?!"

I nodded repeatedly and replied: "Yes, yes! You are the most powerful! You are a goddess! You must be more powerful than us mortals."

Princess Long Ji suddenly lost her temper when she saw my yin and yang. She was not as quiet and gentle as Miao Fengluan, but had a very hot temper.

She took a step forward, put her left hand on her hips, and grabbed my ear tightly with her right hand, and said angrily: "Liu Su! You dare to yin and yang with me! I ask you, if it weren't for me, would you have escaped from Yaochi? ?!”

Princess Longji showed no mercy at all and pulled my ears until it hurt.

"I was wrong, I was wrong."

I hurried to Qiu Ran.

Only then did Princess Long Ji let go of her hand angrily.

I was a little speechless in my heart. Fairies and goddesses are all full of fairy spirit, but Princess Longji looks like a shrew.

Zhang Shiyi led us into the village. As soon as we arrived at the entrance of the village, the villager walked up.

The villagers were wearing coarse shorts and had dark skin, looking at us warily.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Shiyi stepped forward to negotiate with him.

"I am the Feng Shui master invited by Village Chief Huang."

The villagers were stunned, looked Zhang Shiyi up and down, and then said to Zhang Shiyi: "Just wait, I will ask Village Chief Huang."

Zhang Eleven nodded.

The villagers left and when they came back, there was an old man with silver hair following them.

The old man was about eighty years old, with white hair, a stooped waist, and a walking stick in his hand. He would stop to catch his breath every few steps.

Village Chief Huang came to us, looked at Zhang Shiyi, and asked, "Are you Master Zhang's apprentice?"

Zhang Shiyi nodded. Master Zhang in Village Chief Huang's mouth should refer to Zhang Shiyi's master.

"they are?"

Village Chief Huang looked at us.

Zhang Shiyi said: "They are my friends and they are here to help."

Village Chief Huang hummed and said, "Come on to the village. I'll arrange a place for you. As for finding the cemetery, just wait until daytime tomorrow."

With that said, Village Chief Huang walked towards the village, and we followed closely.

The village was lifeless, and the dirt roads were full of paper money. Not only that, black and white mourning cloths were hung at the door of every house, and the air was filled with the strong smell of burning.

I winked at Zhang Shiyi.

Zhang Shiyi understood the idea, coughed softly, and asked Village Chief Huang: "Village Chief, what's going on in the village? Why are there mourning cloths hanging in every house?"