After parking the car, Qi Tianlong quickly got out and walked around to the back of the vehicle.

“Crunch.”

He opened the trunk and put down the support skateboard. He got into the car, raised the cart frame at the bottom of the coffin, and then slowly pushed the coffin down.

After lowering the support, Qi Tianlong looked at the Third Master and asked, "Third Master, what are we going to do next?"

"Go prepare the altar for me, and leave the rest to me."

The Third Master gave some instructions, then pushed open the coffin lid, dragged the body out, and walked towards a tree nearby.

Qi Tianlong followed the Third Master's instructions and kept carrying things down from the trunk.

He placed the table more than one meter away from the coffin and then covered it with a layer of yellow cloth.

Then, he placed three strangely shaped Buddha heads on the table one by one.

The Buddha head is made of wood. Qi Tianlong still doesn’t know which three Buddhas it is or whether it is Buddha at all.

Then, Qi Tianlong placed a copper basin on the right side of the table.

There was red paper under the copper basin, and a few yellow talismans on top.

In the center of the table, he placed a pure white incense burner, and placed three incense sticks on the right side of the incense burner.

Finally, Qi Tianlong placed two oil lamps on the far left and right sides of the table.

The altar for performing black magic has been set up.

After doing all this, Qi Tianlong looked back carefully and was suddenly shocked.

I saw that the Third Master...had already hung the body in the coffin on the tree.

At this time, the Third Master was holding a bottle of unknown substance in his hand and chanting evil spells.

After a moment, the curse was over.

The Third Master poured the gunpowder in his hand on the corpse.

The next moment, a ball of blue flame surrounded the entire corpse like a ghost fire.

The Third Master frowned slightly and leaned over to take off the dead man's shoes.

The black liquid dripped onto the ground along the gap between the thumb nails.

It's corpse oil.

The sorcerer has a unique way of refining.

The Third Master calmly fumbled around his waist and took out the bottle he had prepared long ago.

The bottle was filled with centipedes, spiders, and scorpions, all alive.

The body of the bottle is made of snake gall and toad skin.

Qi Tianlong knew that this was the Five Poisons, a type of blood spell.

However, Qi Tianlong couldn't tell whether it was 'Five Poisons of Life' or 'Five Poisons of Death' because he didn't have enough experience.

The Third Master removed the cork from the bottle, placed it under the corpse, and let the corpse oil drip in.

While collecting the corpse oil, the Third Master took out a small bag of black powder from his pocket.

Seeing this scene, Qi Tianlong felt horrified.

He had seen the Third Master use this kind of magic once, and it was called Gu magic.

The black powder inside is a mixture of poisonous insects and poisonous insects.

Those who surrender will have their hearts pierced by thousands of arrows, and their life will be worse than death!

And today, the Third Master also prepared Boss Changhong’s horoscope and a straw man, which is another kind of spiritual descent.

The superposition of three types of magic is also called mixed magic, and only the most powerful sorcerer is qualified to use it.

From this we can see that the funeral brother who was making a fuss on the internet really pissed off San Ye!

He will definitely die a miserable death!

Soon, the Third Master collected a full bottle of corpse oil and returned to the altar with satisfaction.

"Are you all ready?"

"Third Master, I'm ready."

"Stand back, I'm about to start my descent."

"yes!"

Qi Tianlong ducked back and said, "Third Master," he began his performance.

The Third Master picked up a fine brush, dipped it in corpse oil, and wrote the eight characters of "Zhang Fan" on the three incense sticks.

After writing it, the Third Master inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner, and the incense sticks ignited without being lit.

Then, the Third Master picked up the bottle and filled it with corpse oil.

"puff!"

A large spurt of corpse oil spurted out indiscriminately onto the copper basin on the left, corroding the red paper and yellow talismans inside.

Then, the Third Master took out a piece of paper from the basin, placed it on the oil lamp and lit it, and used it to light the whole basin of yellow paper and red clothes.

Then, the Third Master slowly reached out and picked up the paper figure that had been prepared long ago.

On the back of the paper figure, the birth date of 'Zhang Fan' was written.

The Third Master slowly turned around and fixed his gaze on the coffin in front of him.

"Third Master...coffin nails."

Seeing this, Qi Tianlong hurriedly delivered the coffin nails. He knew that this was a kind of curse, the coffin was falling.

The Third Master took the coffin nails and said nothing, but chanted a spell in a low voice.

"Fire-born Duo Luo washes himself holy, and curses the sky to be dead and merciless..."

“…”

While chanting the spell, the Third Master nailed the coffin nails to the joints of the straw man one by one with his bare hands.

"Zi Jin is unintentional and thus obtains the land, haha, Xi Luo Duo Mo Luo..."

“…”

Soon, after the spell was finished, every joint of the straw man 'Zhang Fan' was filled with iron ingots.

Holding the last coffin nail, the Third Master put his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and began to "pray" devoutly.

After a moment, the Third Master opened his eyes again, and his eyes became determined.

"Pah!"

There was a nail stuck between the scarecrow's eyebrows.

At this point, all the magic has been completed!

"Third Master...have you done it?" Qi Tianlong asked nervously.

"Done." San Ye nodded confidently: "Watch the news at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Qi Tianlong nodded and said, "Third Master, you are awesome. But Third Master, I want to ask, why are the coffin nails only halfway nailed?"

"Is this your first time seeing a coffin being lowered?" The Third Master laughed and explained generously, "The nails can only be nailed in half. If they are all nailed in, the boss of Changhong Funeral Home will not even be able to keep the whole coffin."

"The method is too brutal. You should leave some room for them. Besides, if you do that, it will be easy for the Xuanmen to come to you."

"The coffin is descending, and there is one more thing to note..."

…

At the same time, in a rental house in South City.

Under the numbness of alcohol, Wang Kai was sleeping soundly.

"Ah Qi~"

After sneezing, Wang Kai turned over and continued to sleep soundly.

…

At Heyun Cemetery, after the Third Master told Qi Tianlong the precautions, he waved his hand and said, "Pack up your things, take the body down and put it back, and think about how to fool the customers tomorrow."

However, Qi Tianlong was stunned and asked hesitantly, "Third Master, how come all the nails in the coffin are nailed in?"

"Hmm?" The Third Master turned his head and immediately looked thoughtful.

After a moment, the Third Master frowned and said, "Hiss... I've never seen such a situation before. Could it be that... forget it, never mind. Anyway, the nail has been hammered in and Chang Hong will die."

After saying that, the Third Master raised his legs and prepared to retreat, but found out.

For some reason, my legs stopped responding to me.

It's not the kind of numbness where there is no feeling, but the feeling that you can clearly feel and control it, but you just can't move.

It's like being nailed to death.

The Third Master reached out to touch his legs and found that his arms were out of control.

At this moment, the Third Master was stunned and his expression became extremely solemn.

Noticing the Third Master's abnormality, Qi Tianlong hurriedly asked, "Third Master, what's wrong with you?"

The Third Master felt that breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and he said with great effort: "Quick... show me the straw man!"

"Okay! I'll be right there!"

Seeing this, Qi Tianlong realized the seriousness of the problem and hurried back to the trunk to look for tools.

However, no matter how hard he pried, the nails on the coffin could not be moved at all.

In the chaos, Qi Tianlong accidentally pulled off the straw man's head.

He subconsciously glanced at the piece of paper behind his forehead and said in a trembling voice: "Third Master... this doesn't seem to be... the eight characters we remember."

"I remember writing it correctly, right?" Qi Tianlong turned his head in confusion.

“Puff!”

A mouthful of hot blood sprayed completely onto Qi Tianlong's face.

Qi Tianlong was stunned and stood there motionless, with the fear in his heart beginning to rise rapidly.

After hesitating for a while, Qi Tianlong wiped the blood from his eyes and asked, "Third Master...are you...are you okay?"

"I'm fine... Help me pull out the nail right now. This is my fate, you're destroying me!"

The Third Master sat cross-legged on the ground weakly, put his hands together, and began to pray devoutly again.

"This...how can this be your fortune?"

For a moment, Qi Tianlong was a little confused about the situation. After being stunned for a long time, he quickly turned around and went to help the Third Master pull out the nail.

Fortunately, this time the ironclad force was obviously loosened a lot.

Although Qi Tianlong took some effort, he finally pulled out an iron rod.

One, two, three.

About ten minutes later, Qi Tianlong pulled out all the nails.

Then he quickly put out the fire in the copper basin.

After doing all this, Qi Tianlong breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his head again to check on the Third Master's condition.

"Third Master, how...do you feel...now..."

Halfway through his words, Qi Tianlong suddenly froze.

I saw that at this time, the Third Master’s head and body were separated!

His head was hanging in the air, with his back facing him!

The opening was pitch black and I couldn't see clearly.

Looking around, I found that I had been completely surrounded by black fog at some point, with visibility no more than five meters.

After a pause, Qi Tianlong guessed, "This... Third Master, is this what you told me about, the Flying Head Curse?"

He once heard from the Third Master that among all the black magic techniques, there is an advanced one, which is the flying head magic!

The flying head magic is mysterious and unpredictable. It is the most terrifying, strange and powerful magic of black magic!

The boss of Changhong Funeral Company is really something...

It actually forced the Third Master to use this unique trick!

Tonight is a real feast for the eyes!

In his excitement, Qi Tianlong accidentally dropped the straw man's head in his hand to the ground.

The next moment.

'Plop.'

The Third Master's head was suspended in the air, but it lost buoyancy in an instant and was kicked hard by Newton, rolling a long distance.

"The Third Master" rolled all the way to Qi Tianlong's feet and merged with the straw man.

"Ah... this?"