my past life simulator

Chapter 423 [Baisha: "Thank you tm!"]

The funeral team was completely paralyzed. They left from Xinyue Kingdom and headed around, intending to expand their business.After all, old acquaintances who have been in business for a long time are very experienced in dealing with a bunch of weird things. Recently, the mourning team has been unable to recruit newcomers.

However, never expected.As soon as I came out, I met a bandit who not only snatched the lamp but also the banner.What is even more disturbing is that they actually carried away the most important thing in the team - the coffin.

This move can not be said to be a serious injury, but also a failure.

The lamp is the key to expel other powerful evils and lead the way.Needless to say, the banner is a rare weapon for killing people. Once the name and life are written on it, it can kill almost [-]% of everyone.As long as the strength does not exceed the master in the coffin, the strength in life cannot avoid death.

As for the coffin, what a fart burial without a coffin!

Now they only have mourning bands playing and singing, and mourning teams like long dragons.

There are no guiding lights, killing banners, and funeral coffins, and more than half of the strange power has to be removed.In an instant, from one of the fearsome red and white evil spirits in the Youjie, she was reduced to a little party dish that anyone could step on.

I regret it at the beginning, why did you say it was okay to provoke that bandit?

In general, one sentence - [Tired, destroy it]!
If it wasn't for the weird power not to allow it, they would like to disband on the spot.

On the other side, the instigator who carried out the coffin, He - bold - unscrupulous - not mistaken for stealing - the wild goose plucked the hair - Zhao, looked at the coffin that was thrown on the ground, constantly shaking as if it was about to break out of the coffin, lost in thought .

"There's actually something inside!"

He always thought that there was nothing inside, otherwise why didn't he open the coffin and get up and kill himself.

"Perhaps, the intention of the funeral team was not to plunder human lives, but to suppress the unknown corpses inside?"

A more reliable guess suddenly flashed in my mind.

"It won't get out of trouble, will it?"

He stole a source of danger, and if he really broke the coffin, with the ability of the moon-eating kingdom's refining spirit world, it is estimated that he would not be able to protect himself.Even if there is Qingyun Sect, so what, when Baisha was in the secluded world of Xinyue Country, countless sects were still helpless and obediently offered money for their lives.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously came to the coffin, ready to pick it up and throw it into the Netherworld.

As a result, the vibration gradually stopped, as if the things inside were exhausted.

[Happy coffin (big ominous): There is an unknown terror suppressed in the coffin, and it needs to be sent to a place where it can be buried in order to completely quell the evil spirit.

(Note: Every once in a while, it is necessary to call out the soul with a happy banner, expand the mourning team, and strengthen the suppression force. Or, use the ghost paper contaminated with the breath of the living to wipe out the dead breath born in the coffin with anger.

Please be sure, never open the lid of the coffin in the Nether Realm, otherwise the series of consequences will be borne by those who open the coffin and release the great terror. )]

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your sister!

Just as he had guessed, the funeral procession was really suppressing it in the coffin.

No wonder there will be paper money falling from the sky wherever the team passes by. The co-authorship is all planned, in order to infect the vitality of human beings.Grandma, the ecosystem can be regarded as allowing you to play clearly.

Those who have money will be given money, and those who have no money will be given life. The big capitalists will be silent when they see it, and the plutocrats and oligarchs will cry when they see it.Everyone sighed to themselves, but you are still ruthless.

"How to deal with it?"

"what!"

Just as He Zhao was thinking about what to do with the coffin, he caught a glimpse of the paper dragon on the coffin.

[Dragon Corpse (Suppressing Spirits): The powerful man uses great mana to tie a real dragon into a paper dragon to suppress evil spirits. (Note: After leaving the Netherworld, it loses its effectiveness.)]

"?"

No wonder the coffin was shaking all the time just now. Those who don't know the inside story may think that someone is playing with the coffin shaking.

It turned out that the dragon corpse lost its spirit-suppressing effect, which caused the things inside to go crazy and wanted to break out of the coffin.

"Wait, so why didn't it come out?"

He is blind and discovers Huadian.

"The paper dragon fails, is it because the great terror in the coffin has no power?"

"Snapped!"

A pat on the thigh, dry.

Stepping forward in three or two steps, holding the huge paper dragon head with both hands and lifting it, a whole vivid paper dragon floated down from the coffin.

"Well, there was no movement as expected."

His guess is very likely to be true.

"Come, come, let Shushu see what kind of horror you are."

Hold the coffin lid with your left and right hands, and lift it upwards forcefully.

Sweeping his eyes, he saw a human-shaped object covered in dark fog lying inside.

"rub--"

As if sensing that someone opened the coffin, it opened its eyes suddenly.

A pair of blood-red eyes revealed boundless ferocity, which shot directly into the eyes of the coffin opener.

"That's it?"

To put it bluntly, he has died thousands of times, and he has never seen anything horrible.

"cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck"

The black mist man in the coffin kept shaking his arms, as if he was about to raise his hand.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't move.

"If it's in Youjie, I might be gone. But, this is the real world. A real dragon that can suppress you has become useless, let alone you who have been suppressed."

In a word, the angry Heiwu man rolled his eyes, and the fierce light in his eyes was like a sword, wishing to cut him into pieces.

"What a fart, stand up and hit me if you have the ability!"

It has to be said that the man surnamed He is undoubtedly a self-taught genius when it comes to irritating people.

Fortunately, the Heiwu man was not a real person, otherwise he would have to put on a show and die suddenly on the spot.

"Let me try it first."

The voice fell, and he stretched out his hands to fumble up and down.

Seeing this, the black fog man closed his eyes in humiliation.

"what?"

The palm can only feel the flow of mist, and there is no physical existence.

"pity."

He smashed his mouth, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"???"

The black mist man really suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. He slept soundly in the coffin, but he lost his body in a blink of an eye.

"Go to Youjie first to see if the funeral procession has left."

"Chucky-"

The "Space Escaping Technique" was activated, and the whole person disappeared in place.

The secluded world is pitch black and you can't see your fingers.

The mourning band and mourning team in mourning clothes disappeared early, and it seemed that they should leave the sad place.

"It's over!"

I regretted why I took the coffin away.

Asking God is easy to send God.

Now, with a big fear on your back, you can neither throw it away nor keep it.

Who knows when the paper dragon will gradually be unable to suppress the evil spirit in the coffin.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time."

You can't really throw that thing in the mountains and forests of Longshoufang, can you?

If they can move, they will all die by then.

"Chucky-"

Returning to the real world again, he held the lamp in one hand, the banner in the other, and carried the coffin on his shoulder, entering the Nether Realm.

"Duang Duang"

As soon as he returned to Youjie, there was a sound in the coffin.

Unlike the real world, the paper dragon was indifferent at the time.

Now, a faint dragon's roar pierced into his ears, and the coffin gradually subsided.

Zhenling played its role in time, allowing the black fog man to lie down obediently.

He Zhao didn't pay much attention to it, and took out a small flying boat and guide lights from the storage ring, and hung them on the bow.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked on the coffin and directly onto the boat.

The whole person jumped up, and his feet landed in the small flying boat.

"Let's go."

After saying that, with a whoosh, under the guidance of the lantern, he marched towards Xinyue Kingdom.

In a blink of an eye, a day passed.

During the period, some accidents happened.

Perhaps it was bad luck, and occasionally encountered some evil beasts looking for food in the dark night.

In terms of strength, the lowest is the Faxiang Realm, and once even met a human-faced mouse at the Golden Body Realm.That thing is really fierce, especially with countless little mice lying on it.

Every little mouse is, at the very least, an evil beast in the Yin God Realm.With a physique as huge as a hill, with a slight shake, there are endless rats and grandchildren, descending in groups, and the places they pass are all barren.If it's the land, it still has to be gnawed down three feet, and the appetite is as big as a bottomless pit.

If it weren't for its slow speed due to its size, and he made a decisive decision, took out a handful of ashes and sprinkled them, and the speed was extremely fast. The little mice, like lightning and thunder, might have to escape from the Netherworld to seek refuge.

By the way, I don't know if it's because of the disordered space in the Nether Realm, or the disordered time aspect, but the surname He noticed that the surrounding scenery of the small airship traveling at high speed changed from moment to moment.

As a result, he was a little bit cautious, not daring to easily escape from the Netherworld and return to the real world.

Who knows, where is the outside world?
As for the weird and evil things, except for the funeral procession who was robbed by him and left crying, he didn't encounter anything else.

Maybe, probably, it should have something to do with the coffin tied to the stern.Although suppressed by paper dragons, that evil aura swished out from the gap.It looks like an air conditioner, so cool.

"I never expected that you are still useful."

I thought it was a hot potato, but it turned out to be an escort on the road.

"In that case, I'm a little bit reluctant to part with you."

The black mist man lying in the coffin: "."

You can't bear me?
You're purely greedy for me to drive away other evil bodies.

No words all the way, at noon the next day.

Although the sky was still dark, only the guide lights at the bow of the ship were emitting a faint green light.But with the "CPU" of his ten yin gods, he can calculate the time exactly.

"In another day and a half, I will be able to reach Xinyue Kingdom smoothly and carry out the great cause of theft."

After the words fell, bursts of festive vocal music faintly sounded in my ears.

"???"

No way, Sir.

Just stopped for a day and a half, and hit evil again!
He looked up and saw a long "red dragon" coming towards the flying boat more than a dozen miles away.

He Zhao has a very good vision, although it is dark and there is only a lantern on the bow, but he really sees the opposite team.

In front of the red dragon, there are two opening flags, two opening gongs, a pair of welcoming fans, two welcoming cards, two happy cards, and a pair of umbrellas.

The flagpole is very high, the flag is small, and the red is triangular.Then there is the opening gong, and after the gong is the bunting team.This flag is larger than the Dao flag, with a rectangular shape and a shorter flagpole.There are twelve colorful flags, and the flag colors are red, yellow, blue, purple and so on.

Behind the colorful flag team is an umbrella with many words written on it, the format is [XX Daozhu].Perhaps it is too old, the word "Taoist" is dim, not to mention the handwriting in front of "Taoist", there are almost no traces, and it is impossible to recognize at all.

There is a fan behind the umbrella. The shape of the fan is like a palace fan. The characters written on the palace fan are already unrecognizable, but it is presumed that the family of Shishi is prominent.Behind the fan is an unknown number of drummers, Didi Da Da is a celebration.

Immediately after him, in the middle of the team was an oversized sedan chair carried by eight stiff-moving people.In the past, it was always said that there were eight big sedan chairs, but he thought it was a small sedan chair carried by eight people in movies and TV dramas.

However, today is really eye-opening.

What a big sedan chair!
It was at least five times the size of an ordinary sedan chair, and there were red happy lanterns hanging in each of the four directions around the sedan chair.

Through the car curtain, in the shadows, one can vaguely see a graceful woman, who seems to be waiting for her lover.

Behind the sedan chair, there are countless and mighty people carrying lanterns, baskets, boxes, and torches.

The ancient times are different from the modern ones, and modern marriages are more particular. At most, the betrothal ceremony is different, and the rest of the procedures are not bad.Not to mention the eight sedan chairs, no one cares about the sixteen sedan chairs.

However, ancient times were different.

People are divided into high and low, ordinary people use eight sedan chairs, wait for death!
If the opponent is a former Daxuan, only emperors, princes, etc. can use eight lifts.For the rest, no.The prime minister can't do it either, if you use it, you have to die.

If not, it must be a privileged person.And when it comes to privileges, it is nothing more than strange people, secret blood warriors and the like.A group of people with status, status, and strength suddenly became weird, and gathered together, thinking with their toes, they all knew it was not easy to mess with.

"I really didn't read the almanac when I went out. The famous Red and White Shuangsha met Bai Sha as soon as I came in. After finally getting through, I met Hong Sha again the next day. On the third day, will there be more than the red and white Shuangsha?" Come over more violently?"

The long red dragon in the distance meanders towards him.

In a blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides is already within ten miles.

"Is that why I like you so much?"

Why are you staring at me!
"Black mist man, I'm sorry."

He immediately got up and rushed to the stern in two or three steps.

Stretch out your hands, hold the paper dragon's head, and lift it off.Without waiting for any reaction from the thing in the coffin, he kicked it with a bang.After that, came a move to hang the golden hook upside down.

"boom--"

The coffin was like an arrow leaving the string, and it plunged into the red dragon with lightning speed.

"boom!!"

The coffin fell to the ground, shaking the surrounding ground.

"?"

The black mist man who was lying down suddenly noticed that the thing suppressing it on the coffin lid disappeared.

So, extremely ecstatic.

'Kill kill kill'

The hostility became more and more serious.

"Boom!!"

It lifted the coffin lid with a fist, and its red eyes popped out.

Then, looking at the festive wedding procession and the eight-carried sedan chair more than ten meters away in front of him, he fell silent.

On the other side, He Zhao packed everything up and fled out of the Netherworld with a chirp.

As the saying goes: A dead fellow Daoist never dies a poor daoist, so you can go there with peace of mind.

"cluck cluck cluck"

The hoarse voice was full of resentful cursing at a shameless and despicable person.

(End of this chapter)