"My time has come."

Uncle Wei muttered something, bent down, and with both hands, he opened the bed board, revealing a vermilion coffin underneath.

It was engraved with strange and ancient patterns, and pasted with yellow paper talismans, the cinnabar was bright red, each stroke was natural and perfectly formed, and it faintly revealed an unearthly aura of majesty.

This is all Yama's trick!

But even so, it couldn't subdue the evil corpse. The scratching sound of nails was small, but it had strong penetrating power and penetrated into Jiang Chen's ears, and the "crunching" sound kept echoing.

He had a strong urge to tear off the talismans!

“No…no…I can’t…”

Jiang Chen's face turned red little by little, as if he was trying hard to suppress himself, but his body was no longer under his control. He took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand.

At this time, Uncle Wei was about to carry the coffin. He looked back and his brows instantly frowned.

In his heart, he had a very high opinion of Jiang Chen, and he never thought that he would be affected in his actions by a trace of power leaked from the evil corpse under the seal.

Jiang Chen had already reached out and touched a talisman.

Uncle Wei's eyes darkened and he was about to take action.

The next moment, the fire of nothingness ignited.

The color of the talisman became several shades darker, and the bright red strokes on it turned dark red, and the suppressive force instantly became stronger.

A faint roar came from the coffin.

The scratching noise disappeared.

Uncle Wei was stunned and looked at Jiang Chen in shock.

Jiang Chen retracted his hand and smiled, "Haha, this talisman is too crude. I was itching to improve myself so I just refined it. Old Wei, remember to pay me back later. It's not much, just one million Hell's treasure."

Uncle Wei looked at the talisman again and opened his mouth. This is a talisman written by the coroner Wang himself, how rough is it?

"Good boy..."

"If I can survive, I'll give you the price you ask!"

He shook his head and continued to carry the coffin on his back.

Although Jiang Chen could help suppress the coffin for a longer period of time, it was meaningless and was just like drinking poison to quench thirst.

If you want to suppress the evil corpse for a longer period of time, any Yama can do it.

If he continued to wait, the evil corpse would only reach a point where Uncle Wei could no longer contend with it, and his last hope of becoming king would be gone!

The old man carried the coffin on his back.

And myself in the coffin.

He walked out step by step without waking anyone up. In the early morning with a hint of coolness, he left alone to survive his disaster.

Walk out of the gate of hell.

A cold wind blew by.

Several figures appeared in front.

"Mr. Wei, do you really want to do this?" Sun Zhengwen asked with a complicated expression.

"My master said that the Soul-Suppressing Coffin must not be moved lightly. It carries the suppressing power of several kings. Even a Grandmaster would be exhausted if he tried to carry it out of the city!"

"Will you still have the strength to kill the evil corpse later?"

Uncle Wei kept walking and just shook his head.

"Don't worry about me, old man. This place is too noisy. I want to find a quiet place to survive. Is that not okay?"

"Mr. Wei, the Jiangbei government, from top to bottom, is willing to go through this calamity with you!"

Sun Zhengwen spoke seriously.

"Xiao Sun, you've been the director for so long that you've gotten used to playing bureaucratic games, right? Just because you say you're willing, does that mean everyone else is willing too? Who do you represent?" Old Wei changed from his usual kind demeanor to a bit overbearing.

"I do, Uncle Wei." Chu Hanyue said.

"Uncle Wei, I'm willing too." Luo Ji said with a smile, his face firm.

"Don't look at me, old man, I'm just here to help! If the situation is not right, I will run away!" Daoxuan waved his hand.

"I'm here to watch the fun." Jiang Chen strolled leisurely in the garden, looking relaxed.

Among the big guys present, he, a grandmaster, seemed a little out of place.