Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

Lin Xiao explained.

"I see."

Joan nodded if he realized something.

Along the way, everything was uneventful, without any troubles.

There was an imperceptible smile on the mage's face.

In his opinion……

As long as you persist for another ten, twenty or ten minutes, the job will be considered complete.

By the time……

A few stacks of hundred-dollar bills can be put directly into the pocket.

Who can be unhappy, who can't be excited about such a great event?

However, just as the Eight Immortals carried the coffin to the middle of a steep hillside, a vision...appeared.

Originally, the scorching sun was still in the sky, but the surrounding scenery suddenly darkened.

An extremely heavy cloud shrouded the funeral procession!

When the mourners saw this, they were all stunned.

"What's going on here? Wasn't it fine just now?"

"It can't be... something went wrong?!"

"What a gloomy feeling! Could it be..."

"Bah, bah, bah! Certainly not, with a mage here, what can happen?!"

"That's right. It's impossible for something to happen. Don't think about it."

Zhang Hai also had a gloomy face at the moment, and strode up to the mage: "Mage, what's going on?!"

He is the richest man in the village, and he is a man of distinction.

If something strange happened to this matter, how could he have his own prestige in the village in the future?

He can't afford to lose this face.

Looking at Zhang Hai, whose face was extremely gloomy, the mage quickly explained: "Brother Hai, don't worry, nothing will happen, it's just a very ordinary dark cloud, it doesn't get in the way, it doesn't get in the way."

"Humph!"

Zhang Hai snorted coldly and said with a straight face, "I hope so! If this matter is done well, the benefits will be indispensable to you, but if it is not done well, I can tell you very clearly that you will not be able to see the sun tomorrow morning. "

Hearing this, the mage thumped in his heart, and a fine layer of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Immediately, he looked at the mourning orchestra and the Eight Immortals, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? It's okay, let's go!"

hear him.

Although the Eight Immortals were also a little nervous, they didn't say much, and prepared to go on the road again.

But soon.

The expression of one of the Eight Immortals changed immediately.

He stared straight at the mage: "Move...can't move..."

"what?!"

The mage stared wide-eyed, "Why can't you move?!"

"This coffin... is very heavy!"

"It feels like... there is a huge boulder weighing on our shoulders!"

"I... I can't hold on any longer..."

Eight strong men.

At this moment, all faces were pale.

Two of the legs were trembling violently.

What's more, the waist is bent! !

When the villagers saw this scene, they were all dumbfounded.

To know……

These Eight Immortals are all strong young men who can eat three bowls of rice for a meal! !

This coffin weighs at most three or four hundred catties.

Impossible to carry it!

"Ow!"

At this moment, one of the Eight Immortals' legs gave way, and he knelt directly on the gravel road, and a large amount of bright red blood flowed from his knees instantly.

Thus.