I just want to be a quiet man

Every household is decorated with lanterns and festoons, human skin lanterns are hung all over the branches, corpse oil candles are shining brightly, and corpse aura, resentment and hatred permeate the whole village.

However, the joy in the village was even stronger.

The villagers once again gathered at the mansion of the village chief's family.

Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, children were running and playing, and everyone was chatting with each other. In the midst of the excitement, eight beautifully dressed female cultivators came hand in hand.

These eight female cultivators were all dressed up charmingly, dancing with ribbons and jingling rings. When their eyes rolled around, many male villagers could not take their eyes off of them.

It's just that they were arrogant and arrogant, they didn't even look at the crowd, and walked through the crowd to take their seats.

Seeing this scene, the village chief who was standing in the corner nodded slightly. It is good that the eight people around the young master come.

So he turned and walked back.

A moment later, the village chief appeared outside his only son's house. After opening the door, he saw his son standing there motionless, no breath, just an empty shell. His expression was flat, without any surprise or grief.

In the final analysis, this is just a storage tool used to compete for fate.

Not paying much attention to his only son, the village chief walked quickly to the side of the coffin, caressing the body of the coffin, his expression fluctuating.

Young Master, it is in this coffin!

These curse slaves, guarding the inheritance left by the "curse", have been imprisoned in this world for life after life, as if they were bound by heavy shackles all the time.

Unlike those foolish men and women in Zi Village who don't know anything, they only know how to farm and live, and they have no thoughts except food and daily life.

Although the curse slave was originally a mortal, but in the process of serving the "curse", he was gradually affected. He has a long lifespan and knows about cultivation. Why can't he look forward to Shu and hope that he can live forever like the rumored practitioners? Not old, pick up the stars and take the moon, live freely in the world?

It's just the "curse" for success, and the "curse" for failure. Because of the "curse", they were able to jump out of the ordinary world of Tianwai Island and see another magnificent world, but also because of the "curse", they were not only unable to leave this place at all, And I watched helplessly that the supreme inheritance that all the ghosts and monsters in the world were crazy about was in hand, but they couldn't get their hands on it.

But now, the young master is here, and they finally have a chance to get rid of the "curse" and become their own masters once again!

After calming down, the village chief carefully took out twelve nails several feet long.

These nails were all black, with a trace of dried blood lingering around the tip, exuding an extremely strong stench. The nails were covered with a thin layer of mist, which seemed to be alive and could not stop gathering and dispersing.

If you look carefully, you will find that these fogs are composed of tiny souls. The souls are extremely painful, but they can't make any sound. .

"Jidu will kill you." The village chief murmured in a low voice, and nailed the first long nail into the coffin.

The spike pierced through the coffin without hindrance, and the nail pierced through the entire coffin. A small section of the tip protruded from the other side. The blood stains on it were stained with fresh blood, and the stench became much lighter.

The village chief didn't hesitate or bear it. When his eyes touched the fresh blood, he showed a look of extreme greed, and his subordinates were even more agile: "Du Chengcheng ordered."

"The life of the town."

"Zhu Chengcheng's life."

"The life of the city."

"The fate of the town..."

Soon, eleven long nails pierced through the entire coffin, and blood slipped down along the nail tips. When the fresh bloody smell diffused, the original stench of the nail body was almost gone.

Inside the coffin, the entire body of the village chief's son was nailed to death at the bottom of the coffin by eleven long nails interlaced.

Because it was an empty shell, he didn't respond.

At this moment, the village chief took out a white bone flute, placed it gently on his lips, and then opened his mouth to spit out a cloud of cold soul wind, woo woo woo, the bone flute was blown instantly, making a strange sound .

As soon as the flute sounded, the son of the village chief in the coffin instantly opened his pale eyes!

However, right after that, due to the extreme poison of Youji Suppressing Life Pill, his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move at all.

At the same time, under the control of the system, Pei Ling also opened his eyes and stood up on the spot.

The village head nodded slightly, because Pei Ling's actions were exactly the same as the instructions he gave with the bone flute, and there was no hesitation in the middle, so he didn't notice any problem at all.

Seeing this scene, Pei Ling felt extremely nervous.

But seeing the village chief staring at him for a long time, as if he didn't recognize his identity at all, he was secretly relieved.

"Fortunately, he didn't open the coffin lid..." Pei Ling secretly rejoiced. At this moment, he suddenly felt that an indescribable but extremely important force had suddenly merged into his body!

The next moment, Pei Ling suddenly realized that he had tricked the village chief, which should have divided the fate of the village chief's son.

The fight for the road has begun!

At this moment, the village head suddenly turned around and walked out, the bone flute played on his lips continued to play, the tune became more and more strange, and the rhythm became more and more rapid.

Under the control of the system, Pei Ling immediately followed up...

After a while, the two came to the main hall.

"Master!" The eight furnace cauldrons who were sitting upright immediately surrounded him.

Today is the day of great joy for the master, so the person dressed as the groom must be the master.

It's just that, when they walked closer and took a closer look, the faces of the eight furnace cauldrons suddenly changed, this is not their master!

Outrageous!

How dare a mortal village dare to tease them!

However, just as the murderous intentions of the eight furnaces surged, the village chief's bewitching voice sounded again: "Look carefully, this is your master!"

Chapter 324 : Fate!

Hearing these words, the eight Ludings suddenly felt in a trance.

When I looked at Pei Ling again, I felt that although the other party didn't look like his master at all, and his aura was completely different, but... the other party seemed to be his master?

Soon, this idea became deeper and deeper in their hearts, and after a while, they were very sure that this was their master!

"Master." The eight furnaces immediately surrounded Pei Ling, acting coquettishly and foolishly, wanting to serve him.

But at this time, the village chief said: "My son is getting married today, you concubines, don't let the future mistress face you, life will be difficult then, go and sit on the next table first."

"After the big wedding, I will listen to the mistress' orders and serve the young master."

Without the slightest hesitation, the eight furnace cauldrons left Pei Ling's side and sat down at the table next to them.

Looking at their convinced backs, the village chief smiled strangely.

These eight daughters are the young master's stove, and they are deeply involved with the young master. Now if they regard his son as the young master, they can take away part of the young master's fate like yesterday.

At the same time, Pei Ling felt that his whole mind was cleared, and the vitality in his body was more surging and full. If the system was not running the [Desiccated Heart Technique], he would almost have been exposed because of the overwhelming vitality.

Fate!

He obtained another part of his fate, and this part of his fate also carried an indescribably pure and heavy feeling.

After thinking for a while, Pei Ling realized that this time, what he got was not the fate of the village chief's son, but Kang Shaoyin's fate!

These eight female cultivators were not his furnace at all, but Kang Shaoyin's furnace.

Kang Shaoyin's soul is still in his soul-raising bag at this moment.

Right now, the village head of Sang Village is helping him fight for the way, but by mistake, he also won Kang Shaoyin's fate!

And Kang Shaoyin is the true biography of Tianshengjiao, and his parents are important people in Tianshengjiao, and he is even listed in the gold book, and the sect helps him suppress his luck and hide his secrets.Originally, this kind of arrogance is firstly difficult to kill, and secondly, after killing, there is almost no possibility of plundering its destiny.

It’s just that Sang Village is inextricably related to [Curse Ghost Daoji], and [Curse Ghost Daoji] is related to the Yousu Tomb in the four major evil places. fate.

Just as Pei Ling's thoughts turned, the joy became louder. As before, the villagers came forward with colorfully decorated wedding sedan chairs. It was time to welcome the bride!

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Azusa Village.

In the dilapidated mansion.

In a relatively complete room, a stack of fresh straw was piled up, and a simple bed was placed on it.

Qiao Ciguang lay quietly on the bed, with his hands folded on his lower abdomen, his long eyelashes drooping, and his eyes closed. Next to him was a coffin that had been rushed out of work, and the smell of fresh paint hadn't dissipated.

Ruan Zhi and other four junior sisters surrounded her with solemn expressions.

"Let's get started, don't make any mistakes." After a while, Zhang Jing sighed softly, and said solemnly.

Senior sister Qiao came back yesterday, and arranged for them today's task, to take over the seat of the weeping woman, to dress and weep for her.

When she first heard about this, she and the other three junior sisters were stunned.

But then Senior Sister Qiao explained the real purpose to them...

The senior sister already knows the secrets of the village, and now whether she wants to solve the problem or find an opportunity, she has to feign death once in order to meet the mastermind behind the scenes and break the situation.

Therefore, senior sisters need their cooperation very much!

Knowing that it was a fake death, although the four of them were extremely worried, they were not completely desperate.

After hearing Zhang Jing's words, Ruan Zhi hurried forward, carefully helped Qiao Ciguang up, first applied makeup and powder, carefully painted her makeup, and then combed Qiao Ciguang's hair with the magical comb sent by the village head.

"One comb to the end of the hair, two combs to white hair and eyebrows, three combs to fill the ground with children and grandchildren, four combs to tie forever, five combs to make peace with the old man, six combs to bring blessings to the family, seven combs to avoid adversity, eight combs to make a lot of money , Nine combs enjoy all tastes, ten combs have no taboos..." In the empty mansion, four nuns sang an unfamiliar hair combing song with a little trembling.

After the tenth comb, Qiao Ciguang opened his eyes suddenly just like the little girl before!

Ruan Zhi, who was combing her hair, was startled. If Chu Hanbei hadn't reached out to support her, she would have almost dropped the magic comb.

Quickly collected himself and continued the mourning process.

After a while, they changed Qiao Ciguang into the red wedding dress sent by the village head, checked each other for any mistakes and omissions, and then moved him into the coffin.

At this moment, the outside drummers and coffin bearers are ready for the funeral ceremony.

"It's time to go..." Zhong Shizhu reminded via voice transmission.

The other three nodded solemnly. Although Senior Sister Qiao had suspended her death this time, what she was about to do was extremely dangerous.

These junior sisters must not hold each other back.

So, they went out and called the casual cultivator who was acting as the coffin bearer to come in, lifted the coffin, and went out slowly.

"Son, you got into the sedan chair, nailed it, and put a face towel on your head. Today, you pass in front of the sedan chair door. In the Ming Dynasty, you can't help but think about it..." Accompanied by the clear and clear crying of the four Suzhen nuns, the funeral The team began to circle the entire village, and the fog gradually appeared, slowly enveloping everyone.

After a while, when we arrived at the gate of the village chief's house, the village chief, who had already changed into hemp clothes and hemp rope, stepped out, yelled "Let's go", joined the team, led the funeral procession to leave the village, and walked towards the depths of the fog... …

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The giant trees are towering, and the thick fog is like porridge.

Suddenly, the joy of Chuichuidada came, and then, a team slowly appeared from the fog.

The person at the head of the team wore a bright red groom's official robe, a soap-colored veil, and a red peony hairpin on his temples. His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and he rode on a white horse stiffly like a puppet.

Behind him, a rather elegant welcoming team, surrounded by a grandly decorated wedding sedan chair, marched beamingly.

Pei Ling seemed stiff at the moment, but the vitality in his body was stronger than ever before.

From the moment he left the village, the system began to refine the two fates he had seized.

At this moment, the refining has been basically completed.

In the dark, he felt that he seemed to have obtained a great benefit.

This kind of benefit is not immediately reflected in strength and cultivation, but acts on the mysterious and indescribable "fate".

The most intuitive point is that Pei Ling feels that his lifespan has far exceeded the limit of a first-grade golden elixir.

As long as there is no external force, his current lifespan may be longer than some Nascent Soul stage monks.

Just as Pei Ling was experiencing the benefits carefully, there was a sound of mourning not far away, and in sight, a funeral procession slowly emerged from the mist opposite.

Chapter 325 : The day of the big wedding.

coming!

Azusa Village funeral procession!

Pei Ling immediately concentrated, but he is still under trusteeship and his body is controlled by the system, so his eyes and complexion haven't changed in any way.

Fog filled the air, obscuring vision.

But as the two teams got closer, Pei Ling finally saw Zicun's team clearly. This time, the other party was only carrying a coffin, and those who carried the coffin were those loose cultivators, and the mourners... the mourners were... Su Zhentian disciple? ?

Pei Ling was startled. Su Zhentian had five disciples entering the floating island this time.

Now Qiao Ciguang is not here, but the other four female cultivators are all crying?

Could it be Qiao Ciguang who was lying in the coffin?

What happened in Zicun?