Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"In my coffin...there is...someone!"

"What's the matter?" The black-faced man was stunned.

Someone in the coffin?

What about a liar?Who the hell eats too much and can get into the coffin!

"Stop playing, hurry up and sleep for a while..." After saying that, he ignored Fatty and pulled the coffin lid again.

The fat man looked around, put his hands on the coffin wall gently, and couldn't help but whispered:

"Brother, you... You can save face and sleep in a different coffin?"

Chapter 232 Is the relationship between neighbors so good? (3 more!)

Chapter 232 Is the relationship between neighbors so good?

Hong Yi slowly sat up from the coffin.

He looked up at the fat man standing in front of him.

I saw him look aggrieved.

He took out a bottle of fat house water from the side and handed it to him.

"Amitabha, are you waiting here for the small underworld?" Hong Yi said with a smile.

The fat man tremblingly stretched out his hand to take the fat house water and nodded in horror.

Hong Yi turned around and stood up from the coffin, reached out and patted the two coffins next door.

"Get up...ready to go!"

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

Immediately, the sound of two coffin lids being pushed rang out.

"Are you here?" I saw a woman's head poking out of the coffin with both hands.

Amitabha!

Hong Yi couldn't help frowning, and he stepped forward and pulled the hair on the top of the woman's head, pulling it out.

At this time, a man in the middle who was burning like a coke sat up likewise.

"Are you a fat man lying again..." The black-faced man looked at the fat man next to him and couldn't help but scold:

"I just closed my eyes and told you to stop playing, believe it or not, I'll slap you!"

"Who are you pumping?" Hong Yi threw the woman's head in his hands directly into his arms, lying in front of him with a cold tone, and said:

"Get out, hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Uh..." The black-faced man looked down at the woman's head in his arms and was startled.

"Presumably this is the messenger of the Little Underworld!"

The black-faced man hurriedly jumped out of the coffin, stretched out his hand to pull up the headless woman beside him, tucked his head into her arms, and bowed cautiously to Hong Yi.

"I don't know that the messenger of the small underworld has come, we are really damn..."

"Don't blame the messenger!"

The woman who had just put her head on, leaned in front of her with the same expression of horror, held her head with both hands, and smiled awkwardly:

"This... This one just fell asleep and accidentally pulled his head off. I hope that the messenger will have a lot!"

After saying that, the woman turned her head and glared at the fat man, and scolded:

"I'm still drinking... I'll drink you to death, don't hurry up and salute the messenger of the little underworld!"

"I..." The fat man with the fat house water in his hand was a little stunned for a while!

The monk in front of him is the messenger of the small underworld?

its not right!

The person I touched just now was clearly a person!

Is the referee an individual?

"Amitabha!" Hong Yi stretched out his hand to cover the coffin in front of him, sat up with his legs raised, and said to several people with a smile:

"The poor monk would like to introduce himself. The poor monk's legal name is Hongyi. He is not the messenger of some small underworld. On the contrary, the poor monk is also here to find the messenger of this small underworld!"

"Can you tell the poor monk, when exactly will this messenger come?"

After listening, the black-faced man and the man with the severed head looked at each other.

Immediately, a voice came out at the same time.

"Fuck... It's not a messenger...|"

"That's right, it's not the messenger, what are you doing here in the coffin of the Earth Temple in the middle of the night?"