dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Brain Devourer Qitu was furious when he heard the words, and slapped Taoist Baimu flying with his palm, causing him to hit the wall with a scream.

A deep hatred flashed in Baimu Taoist's eyes, but he immediately hid it.

Reluctantly getting up, he continued to kneel respectfully at Qitu's feet.

The enraged Brain Devourer Qitu was about to kick him down when he suddenly heard ghostly cries behind him.

Looking back, I saw three white candles on the skull burning violently.

However, the burning was uneven, and it became two short and one long in a blink of an eye.

Qi Tu was startled, after all, his time was approaching, and Lei Huo Jie might join him at any time.

At the moment, he didn't care about torturing Taoist Baimu anymore, and immediately sat down cross-legged and deduced.

After a while, it opened slowly, took off the miniature skull hanging from the neck and threw it into the air, and in the black smoke, it turned into a black skeleton with a height of only [-] centimeters.

The Brain Eater whispered beside the skeleton man, and it immediately nodded repeatedly, and then quickly ran out of the Taoist temple amidst a burst of creaking and creaking sounds, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

Although Daoist Baimu was terrified, he couldn't help but remind him in order not to hurt himself.

"Master, why did your old man send the Dharma King to protect the teachings?"

"You really can't harm strangers, it will attract conquests from many parties!"

"Disciple...disciple has been lurking for many years, and finally gained the trust of various families, and sat in the Taoist mountain and sea to guard..."

Before Taoist Baimu finished speaking, the old devil, who was already on the verge of going berserk, kicked Taoist Baimu away again.

"Unfilial things!"

"Do you really think you are a disciple of a famous sect?!"

"Remember, your ability is taught by me, and this will never change!"

Although Taoist Baimu was injured and vomited blood again, he didn't dare to say more.

He just shook his head and shivered.

Qitu didn't care about these things, he rushed forward to punch and kick like crazy, and didn't stop beating until the skeleton man came back panting.

Raising his hand to press on the skull of the skeleton man, Qitu suddenly opened his eyes after a while.

"'Blessings come from misfortunes, misfortunes depend on blessings', I just said that I lacked two giant dragons, and I sent them to my door!"

"I really think that this seat is a soft persimmon, and dares to bully everything!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The other side: Liangzhu Land of the Dead.

The elders and priests of the Kuteng tribe were also full of fear when they first saw Hua Jiunan.

Fear is mixed with boundless hatred from the heart.

Because he is too similar to the tyrant in the painting on the rock wall of Weeping Ridge.

After the explanation was clarified, even though they gave the group the warmest hospitality, all the Kuteng people subconsciously stayed away from Hua Jiunan.

Even if the meat and water were brought, they turned around and ran away after putting it down.

It seemed that once he stayed by Hua Jiunan's side for a long time, he would cause endless disasters.

At this time, Hua Jiunan was trying his best to resist the wash of resentment, and he was even more happy.

Simply close your eyes and sit aside, and leave everything to Chen Dage to handle.

It was the first time that Chen Daji "hosted the work", his nose was bubbling with joy.

Without hesitation, he took out all the snacks he brought.

Although a backpack of instant noodles is too little for a tribal giant, Chen Dage has never been short of showmanship.

Let people open them all up and put them into huge stone pots, cook the meat as seasoning and eat it.

Refined salt was a luxury for the ancients, let alone a delicious modern seasoning.

The giants screamed excitedly after tasting it, and danced a simple and extensive dance around Chen Dage.

Coupled with the mistaken identity of "shaman", in this way, the relationship between the two parties suddenly became much closer.

Chen Daji got off the donkey, took out two ham sausages and handed them to the elder and priest of the Kuteng tribe respectively.

"Two uncles, can I trouble you?!"

"The big-headed ghost who was tied up was raised by our family, and I kicked him in."

"If you don't cause any serious trouble, let him go!"

Hearing this, the oil-painted old priest showed embarrassment.

"Great shaman from afar, this evil spirit suddenly descended from the sky and smashed out the sacred fire. It is a felony to blaspheme Qiong God, which is unforgivable!"

"Excuse me, we can't agree to your request!"

Chen Daji's eyeballs were dripping when he heard this.

"Sacred fire? What is the holy fire? Can you let me take a look at it?!"

In fact, this request is too much: it is said to be the holy fire, how can it be shown to outsiders casually.

But the old priest was worried that Chen Daji, the shaman, would be angered and punished by ghosts and gods, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

After a while, two giants came carrying a huge stone basin, which was filled with something like grease.

Judging from the black traces of burning around it, it should be the so-called holy fire.