Looking at his back, Zhao Fengchuan closed his smile on his face, closed his eyes again, leaned on the seat, and whispered: "Hey, hehe..."

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At this time, Mei Sijun drove the car and was on the way with Qin Manjiang and Qiao Ziru.

But it's almost time.

On the mountainside behind Qiaojia Village, a group of people had already stood still. The men, women, young and old in the village were surrounded by water, and they stretched their necks and looked in.

In front of Qiao Liang's mother's grave, a table was set up, an incense burner was set up, and three incense sticks were inserted. The offerings were also placed on the table. One was dressed in gray

The old Taoist in the robe walked towards the table, put his hands together and bowed three times, then he drew rootless water with his fingers, and bounced it around and started to mutter.

The old Taoist sang and paced back and forth, looking decent, and he really had a bit of fairy-like appearance, at least it was enough to fool the villagers.

"Lin, you said... it would be great if there was really a Taoist Dharma in this world." Zhao Fengchuan smashed his mouth and said out loud.

The boy wearing a turtleneck sweater ignored him and looked down at a brick the size of a mobile phone, with a focused expression.

"In the process of forming..."

"It's almost done."

Lin said without emotion.

"I just said it's feasible?"

Zhao Fengchuan was a little happy. He touched his chin and said to himself: "The selected players are all born with spiritual pupils. Their families must be more or less strange. The place where they are buried, if nothing unexpected happens, they will definitely be.

Something is strange."

"If we succeed this time, we can start from another direction and create strange talks outside of His rules...hehe..."

At this time, the old Taoist priest grabbed the peach wood sword on the table and began to throw the talisman from the sky. In this cloudy day, the talisman was blown away by the wind when it was thrown into the sky. But strangely, the old man waved the peach wood sword.

All the talismans ignited spontaneously.

"Wow! What a trick!" Zhao Fengchuan applauded repeatedly.

The people around were even more surprised.

"The auspicious time has come, we will start the earth and move the coffin!"

The old Taoist priest shouted, and suddenly... an extremely strong cold wind suddenly blew with his shout!

The whole mountain was rustling, and the soul-suming banners raised by people were dancing wildly with the wind. This scene almost made everyone stunned, and they felt their hair standing up, and when the wind blew, they were blown from the bottom of their hearts.

Cold.

"Hey... nothing will happen..."

Some villagers whispered.

"What can happen? Haven't you hired Taoist priests to do it..."

"But... look at this wind..."

"It's raining soon, you can see the sky for yourself..."

"That's right..."

The wind has indeed gradually become smaller, as if the strong wind that had just started to rise was just a coincidence.

No matter how they talked about it around, the strong men in single clothes around them all went forward with shovels and hoes after hearing the old Taoist's voice.

After the old Taoist explained some taboos and precautions for digging graves, the first hoe was raised high.

However, before the hoe fell, the cold wind suddenly started to blow again!

"Hey hey!"

Amid the screams of everyone, the soul-summoning banner brought by the old Taoist was suddenly blown away!

The soul-summoning banner is red and can be used as a carving color on the imperial altar.

Drum, invite the Three Realms, and ask the God of Water to save the dead souls. Now that the soul-torn banner flew away, the old Taoist immediately changed his face!

He looked at the soul-summoning banner flying towards Shanyin behind him with a pale face. His fingers kept pinching, but his face became whiter and whiter.

"It's over..."

He murmured, he was about to stop the groundbreaking and relocation, but he had not had time to speak...

With a "huff--" sound, the man holding the hoe had already fallen into the grave with a hoe!

And with his hoe, the other shovels and hoes also went downstairs.

The grave soil splashed everywhere, and the wind suddenly rose!

Everyone suddenly shivered on the entire hillside. The wind made people feel uncomfortable...

The timid villagers had already retreated and were about to leave quietly.

Zhao Fengchuan's eyes shone brightly, and he couldn't help but mutter, "This scene...this terrifying malice...it was finally gone...haha!"

"Hey, Lin!"

"We succeeded!"

"We created a strange story ourselves outside His rules!"

However, Lin Lin remained silent when wearing a turtleneck sweater.

He stared at the things in his hand without blinking.

After a while, he said:

"Not successful yet..."

"It's absorbing malice..."

"The spiritual pupils we release are still being absorbed..."

"It's still accumulating..."

Zhao Fengchuan quickly stretched out his head and glanced at the things on Lin's hand.

His expression finally changed significantly.

"It's not really so evil, right..." He lost his happy expression, but took the thing from Lin's hand and started operating it quickly.

"How could the newborn monster absorb so many spiritual eyes?"

"It should have burst..."

"Is there something wrong with it..."

At this time, the person who had been digging the grave suddenly shouted, "I've dug up the coffin!"

"Master!"

The old Taoist's beard was shaking, his lips were bloodless, his eyes were lost, and he seemed to have no hearing anyone calling him.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the crowd:

"etc!"

"Don't dig!"

(No more chapters, one update, I'm too messed up here)
Chapter completed!