"Bang!" In the simple wooden house, the coffin lid was broken open by a powerful force, and sparks shining in the air. A pair of pale hands stretched out from it and grabbed the old coffin!

"Gee~" On the coffin, the strange bright red color was being sucked by the little hands at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, it turned into an ordinary worn coffin. A black-haired female ghost slowly sat up in the coffin. Her delicate facial features looked very much like Hell member He Ziming. Her black almond eyes were staring at the door without any trace, and there was no figure of a zombie in the coffin!

"Hahaha! Congratulations, the bride of the Lord has been born! Your great cause is just around the corner~" Near the golden throne, a layer of white transparent aura was covering it, forming a wall of isolation! The source of the sound was a man in black robe standing at the feet of purple eyes. The man was tightly wrapped in black robe, and his appearance was completely invisible. He could only guess that the man was 1.8 meters tall, but his figure was a little thin.

"Master, how can I succeed without you?" Zi Mou looked at the man under his feet deeply. Yes, he was his master. If he hadn't met him, maybe he had died miserably. Looking at the riot caused by the three people at the bottom of the palace, an unbearable memory poured into Zi Mou's mind...

That day, there was no cloud, and a refreshing cool breeze blew under the clear clear sky. The 16-year-old Ming Yichen was just a teenager at that time. The purple-eyed boy likes to lie in the vast grass behind the village in the early morning, just like an ordinary boy. He likes to enjoy this moment of tranquility, especially when he feels lonely and sad.

Just a few days ago, he just lost his mother. For some reason, his right eye was always pounding violently. Is it not that simple? Is his mother's death really just an accident?

"Brother Yichen!" Suddenly, an anxious voice came to the ears of the purple-eyed boy. He turned his head and looked, with bangs and a girl with big eyes with long black hair running towards him. Isn't this his childhood sweetheart, the little shadow?

"What's wrong, Xiaoying? Why are you so panicked?" asked the purple-eyed boy worriedly.

"Brother Yichen! Go to my aunt's grave to take a look! There are so many people around me, I don't know what happened!"

Suddenly, a strong sense of ominousness swept across every pore of the purple-eyed boy, and he rushed to the outside of the village without saying a word!

"The grave is wet and there is no grass growing. This grave will only last seven days, and there will be a great evil! If it is not handled in time, your village will definitely suffer a bloody disaster!" In front of a grave outside the village, a middle-aged Taoist priest in yellow costume stood in front of everyone with a serious expression. On a waxy square face, there was an extremely conspicuous red mole at the corner of his mouth. If you look closely, you can see a black fluffy standing above the red mole.

"Ah? Then, what can we do to escape this bloody disaster?" The village elder asked the Taoist respectfully.

"Dig a grave and whip the corpse! Until it is broken into pieces..." The plain voice caused a rippling ripples in everyone's heart at this moment. After the Taoist priest said that, he left with long hair. His wrinkled face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were turning as if he was thinking about something wishful thinking...

...

"Ah! What are you doing?" Just as Ming Yichen arrived and saw a scene he couldn't imagine, his mother's grave had been dug out by everyone, and the body was trampled by the villagers!

"Don't worry, if you don't do this, all the people in our village will be in trouble!"

"You are devils! Why, why do you do this!" The purple-eyed boy glared at the group of demons in front of him, his eyes were about to drip, but he could not move at all, because at this moment, he was already under the body by five big men!

"Quick! We'll deal with the pile of corpses and go home. This place is so unlucky!" An impatient male voice rang out, and then everyone took hoes and sticks and waved them ruthlessly at the pile of not yet completely rotten corpses!

"Ah~ Ah! You group of demons!" The purple-eyed boy roared hard, and he was in extreme pain and rolled his eyes and fainted.

When he woke up again, a man in black robe came into his eyes, and a cold voice sounded, "Do you want to take revenge? Boy."

"certainly."

"Hahaha! I will return the person who hurt me a hundred times..." Zimou looked firmly at the direction of the entrance of the village...

The purple eyes of the man in the red robe have regained their spirit at this moment. Under the gaze of the man in the black robe, his arms suddenly spread out, and a purple energy was released from the palm of his hand! At the same time, a long black-haired female ghost gradually emerged, and her purple eyes narrowed, "The blood sacrifice ceremony began!"...

At the center of the stone steps, a hidden small stone pier gradually opened, and a familiar little white shadow appeared in the eyes of the fluorescent eyes!
Chapter completed!