Ink painting was shocked.

Lu Chengyun smiled gloomy, "Sir, don't let my good intentions down!"

Mo Hua frowned and hesitated for a long time before he slowly laying into the small coffin under Lu Chengyun's cold gaze.

Lu Chengyun sneered, took out the coffin nails, sealed the coffin, and then solemnly took out Zhang Quan's picture of the ancestor and respectfully offered the picture.

The smoke curled and the candlelight swayed.

Lu Chengyun bowed and said:

"Today, I will open the picture, burn incense and pay homage..."

"...When you should worship the bones of your ancestors, you should use them as a feast."

"The ancestor of the Zhang family is here, and the younger generation Lu Chengyun, worship!"

Mo Hua lay in the coffin, and when he heard this, he immediately shouted in pain.

He remembered that when Zhang Quanyi was offering sacrifices to the picture, the movement was in the coffin.

Of course, you also have to use your nails to scratch the coffin, and scratch out the heart-wrenching, painful, struggling despair and torture.

But the ink painting is afraid of pain...

His little hand probably won't be able to scratch any movement.

Mo Hua thought about it and released the little tiger and asked the little tiger to scratch the coffin board for him.

The little tiger's claws fluttered, and the coffin board made a heart-wrenching sound like "squeaky Yaya".

Mo Hua also shouted:

"It's so uncomfortable!"

"ah!"

"It's so painful! Let me out!"

...

Lu Chengyun was indifferent.

As we shouted, there was gradually no movement and no sound in the coffin.

Lu Chengyun stood for a long time, then sighed and said regretfully:

"What a great talent, it's a pity. The world of cultivation is dangerous, and the talented people will inevitably die prematurely..."

Lu Chengyun shook his head and left the altar.

Mo Hua lay quietly in the small coffin. Seeing Lu Chengyun leaving, he patted his chest with his little hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he thought of the picture of the Zhang family ancestor worshipped on the altar at this moment, and couldn't help but lick his lips and muttered:

"Is he feeding me with pictures or pictures?"

I forgot to say, Happy National Day everyone~

This chapter has more than 4k words, so it was written a little late ~

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