The strongest mortician

Yanli is dead.

Bai Yi was extremely aware of this.He saw Yan Li's body, under the hands of the man in black, collapsed inch by inch and turned into dust, leaving only a moon-white voluminous Confucian uniform.

He understood Yan Li's gesture behind him at the last moment, they had practiced it before, and he asked him to retreat.Bai Yi understood, but his footsteps were still fixed in place.There was a buzzing in my head at that moment, I opened my mouth to shout, but no sound came out of my mouth.

The man in black let go of his hands in disgust, and Yan Li's robe slipped from his hands.In this world, admonishing officials and making rituals no longer exist.

Bai Yi's eyes were red, and he roared, pointing the red-tasseled gun in his hand at the person opposite: "I'm going to kill you!"

The word "kill" seemed to have stimulated the man, he stepped on the empty Confucian uniform that fell on the ground: "Kill me?"

The man in black began to laugh, clutching the wound on his chest, laughing loudly and recklessly, the corners of his eyes were red from laughing, the laughter echoed in the small courtyard, it was so empty that one almost thought that he was about to cry.

"Bai Yi, Bai Yi, have you forgotten that embalmer who has no sense of existence after running behind your ass." The man in black put away his smile and mocked in a cold voice, "General Bai , You have a lot of people, a small mortician can't help you march and fight, can't participate in your parade, can't be your subordinate, can't be your friend, huh, you will remember me?"

"do not you remember."

Bai Yi's mind was stuck in anger, and he shook his lips in shock, "You..." He remembered, the little boy who stubbornly followed behind him holding the mortuary box. He was fat and ill-fitting, and in his patched old clothes, he was much weaker than his peers. He kept his head down all day long, and his hair was long and messy covering most of his face.Bai Yi can't remember his appearance, what he can recall now is a pair of paranoid and wild eyes.What was thought to be forgotten suddenly appeared in memory.At that time, he received the imperial decree and was about to go on an expedition. Before leaving, the young boy threw away the mortuary box and got on his horse, chasing his team from the city to the pass.

General, wait for me.

General, please take me under your command.

General, I would do anything, don't leave me.

How did he answer back then.Bai Yi thought in a trance.Ah, he smiled and comforted him.

Don't you want to be an excellent mortician?I have no shortage of soldiers under my command, you can help me after you become a powerful embalmer.Don't worry, wait for my good news in the mansion.

Then, his army was ambushed outside Yicheng, and the whole army was wiped out. His bones were also buried in the sand, and he was charged with abandoning the city and defecting.

That boy, surnamed Fan, named Ruichuan.It was taken by his poor mother who was born in a scholarly family and was captured by the Rong people. She couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide.

When the army set off again, the boy on horseback ran across the mountains and rivers, and the wind carried his cries to his ears.

"General Bai, I will become a mortician, and I will prove to the world that an mortician is never a weak person."

"At that time... the world will respect the undertaker, I will join you, and you will be proud of me."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

How could it be him? Bai Yi was very confused, his silence seemed to be expected by the man in black, and his tone was gentle and abnormal.

He said: "But it's okay, now, you remember me." His death with words and etiquette left a deep scratch in Bai Yi's heart.

Fan Ruichuan tapped his toes to the ground, his eyes were crazy, he was not afraid at all, and charged straight at the red tasseled spear.At the same time, there was also a magic circle that lit up under Bai Yi's feet at an unknown time.Bai Yi's shoulders sank, and the terrifying weight came from all directions after the magic circle was formed. It was almost so heavy that Bai Yi couldn't hold on and fell to his knees. He squeezed the red-tasseled gun tightly, and the bones in his body creaked. It is a green bamboo that would rather bend than bend, standing tall and straight in the wind and rain.

"Bai Yi!"

Two people came under the moonlight, one person was wearing a white flame, sacred and inviolable, and the other was walking with a sword, the sword edge was sharp.The white-clothed swordsman held the Qinghe sword, and cut through the close distance between Bai Yi and Fan Ruichuan with one sword. The mortician's fingers flew up and broke through the formation that trapped the young general.The cooperation between the two is like flowing water, others can't find any mistakes, and they can't take advantage of them.

With a cold expression, Fan Ruichuan took out a bug-shaped whistle and blew it.

The whistle was harsh and piercing, breaking the silence of the night and awakening the sleeping Tuofeng Village.

Pairs of red eyes appeared in the night, and the mice in the living Buddha's mansion took off their disguised human skins, revealing their greedy true colors.Outside the mansion, in Tuofeng Village, countless people screamed and turned on the lights. After the sharp whistle, their father/husband/son/daughter opened their eyes stiffly at the same time, with dilated pupils and a dull expression.

Some of them tore apart the wives beside the pillow, some fell to death a child who could not speak, and some pierced through a drunken friend with one hand.

Countless people cried and ran for their lives, fleeing with their heads in their arms. The peaceful Tuofeng Village tore away the tranquility of the years on the surface and reduced it to a hell on earth of sin and evil.

A group of living corpses were heading in the same direction.They are invulnerable to swords and know no pain.With a numb uniform pace.The sharp black nails tear up all the "roadblocks" blocking the way.Like a pilgrimage, merge into the location where the whistle sounded.

"Damn it!" Bai Si cut off the head of a living corpse with his backhand, rescued the living corpse and grabbed the trembling old woman. He didn't want the old woman to scream and grab his sleeve and beat him like crazy: "You Give back my son's life."

"He's already dead!" Bai Si was scratched by her with a few red marks, but he didn't dare to fight back, and his tone was violent when his temper came up.

"You're talking nonsense. My son just talked to me properly. He must have been too tired to study and fell ill. You killed him." The old woman was frightened, and she kept talking, hating Bai Si very much.This kind of scene is staged again and again when practitioners appear and kill living corpses.

Fortunately, Bai San appeared and knocked the old woman unconscious with a knife in his hand.Bai Sicai heaved a sigh of relief, and called out aggrievedly: "San'er, it's a good thing you're here."

Bai San touched the man's head, the hair under his hand was pulled hard, but it felt good, just like Bai Si's character, he was hard on the outside and soft on the inside.With a cold face, he chopped off another living corpse's head, and looked at the direction of the living Buddha's mansion. The person behind the scenes who made these things in vain was there.

The Young Master and Master Shen Shen were also there.Thinking of the young master's order, Bai San suppressed the anxiety in his heart, the only thing they can do now is to save the villagers, kill the living corpses, and reduce the number of reinforcements.

On top of the Penglai Inn, a tall and majestic building in the village, Bai Qiong landed on the high-rise corrugated corrugated roof, and his air sank to his dantian: "I am Bai Qiong, who belongs to Qingwei, and I am ordered by Qingwei Xuanling Venerable to guard Tuofeng Village. Everyone, go The Penglai Inn is concentrated, I am indifferent to everyone, and I will do my best to protect everyone's safety."

"Woo... It's Qingwei who has been saved." Someone cried.

"Penglai Inn, hurry up, go to Penglai Inn." This is a merchant who has a deeper understanding of Qingwei's name.