That is...
Qiao Yuan widened his eyes.
The figures were moving in the fog, and in the end everyone could see them clearly.
This is... a funeral procession!
A group of pale-faced people with white cloth wrapped around their heads or wearing mourning hats were carrying a black coffin decorated with white flowers and walking step by step towards Qiao Yuan and the other two.
White paper flutters and white silk floats.
A strange atmosphere came over.
…
"Boss, what should we do?"
"Change route!"
Ma Yufu's voice was low.
Qiao Yuan glanced at the other person and finally nodded.
So Han Bo drove his three-wheeled motorcycle and changed route again, choosing the right side.
I thought things would eventually come to an end.
But... then Han Bo knew what it meant to be unlucky. Even drinking cold water would get stuck in his teeth.
Squeak!
I pressed the brake and the car stopped.
There were also changes in this direction.
That is... the wedding procession!
…
A group of women in wedding dresses and expressionless faces were carrying a red sedan and approaching Qiao Yuan and the other two.
There is a strange old man in front, a funeral procession on the left, and a wedding procession on the right.
According to the rules of the real world, happy events should give way to sad events.
But judging from what both sides said, it was clear that neither side had this intention.
If both vehicles maintain this speed, they will eventually collide near the car.
A collision between a living person and an alien spirit doesn't sound like a good thing.
"Stay in the car and wait for them to pass first." Ma Yufu said again.
Han Bo looked at Qiao Yuan.
Qiao Yuan nodded.
Bang~
It was at this moment that the headlights of the scrapped car flashed twice and then went out completely.
Han Bo: “…”
Ma Yufu sat up straight instantly, looking a little embarrassed. He looked at Qiao Yuan for a long time before saying, "It's a coincidence."
Qiao Yuan: "I know."
…
"Let's drive away!" said Ma Yufu.
The car lights being off does not mean that the car cannot be started, but it is easy to fall into some traps in this state.
"No need to run!" Qiao Yuan's voice was like a shot of adrenaline to Han Bo's heart.
The next second, Qiao Yuan jumped out of the car and started running towards the funeral procession.
The forbidden land is full of dangers. It is very unlucky to try to find a way out by yourself and encounter a funeral procession of an alien spirit.
The early bird catches the worm!
Since the other party makes me uncomfortable, I have to make him unhappy!
Soon, Qiao Yuan rushed into the group of strange spirits that were attending the funeral.
Like a flaming bull charging around!
The explosion sounded crackling!
With a headbutt, the body of an alien spirit exploded into a bloody mist.
Both hands keep tearing!
One strange spirit after another died at Qiao Yuan's hands.
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“…”
…
Han Bo, who had witnessed Qiao Yuan's true strength, did not feel too much fluctuation in his heart. He could only say that this was a basic operation. The shock brought by the group of strange spirits on the opposite side was far less terrifying than the giant tomb.
Just as he was thinking this, something strange happened!
After dealing with those minions, Qiao Yuan fixed his gaze on the coffin.
"On the day of ascension, won't you come out to meet the guests?"
He opened the coffin lid with one palm.
A large amount of thick fog gushed out instantly!
Next moment!
A hand grabbed Qiao Yuan and put him into the coffin, and the coffin lid closed quickly.
Ma Yufu frowned when he saw all this.
Han Bo quickly comforted her.
"Don't worry, old city lord. The boss will break out of the coffin soon." Han Bo said confidently.
…
Time passed minute by minute, and soon... several minutes had passed since Qiao Yuan entered the museum.
The coffin still showed no reaction.
Not even a slight vibration!
Han Bo's Adam's apple trembled up and down.
No way... No way... Could it be that the boss is going to die in this coffin?
How is this possible!
The boss is a seventh-level awakener!
Seeing that there was no response from the coffin, Han Bo became extremely anxious. At this time, the wedding procession was already approaching.
Suddenly, Han Bo's body shook, as if he had received some information, and he looked at Ma Yufu with a bitter expression.
"Old City Lord, the boss is trapped in a coffin. It's a special space and he needs some time to break it. He can't take care of us for the time being."
Ma Yufu looked towards the coffin without saying anything.
"Old City Lord, don't worry. My boss said that he will protect you even if it costs him his own life!"
Han Bo quickly started the car.
Boom boom boom!
!
The roar of a huge engine echoed all around, but no car was seen moving.
The car, which had never broken down before, broke down at the critical moment.
"It's over, the car won't start. Old City Lord, get out of the car quickly. I'll carry you and run away!"
Han Bo jumped out of the car as quickly as an ant on a hot pan, and then turned his back to Ma Yufu.
Ma Yufu hesitated for a moment and then lay on Han Bo's back.
…
"Old City Lord, let's run to the back!"
Just as Han Bo was moving towards the only direction that looked safe, suddenly... he braked.
His body seemed to be out of control as he walked slowly towards the wedding procession.
"What are you doing!"
"Old City Lord, I... I can't control my body." Han Bo said in horror.
Ma Yufu: “…”
On the opposite side, the wedding procession also stopped.
The group of strange spirits in red robes stared at Han Bo in unison, their eyes full of greed and cruelty.
Han Bo suddenly felt that he had difficulty breathing. His face was pale, his lips were trembling, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
He remembered the boss saying that he only had this one life!
In just one day, am I going to die twice?
…
Huh~
A gust of cold wind blew by, blowing open the curtain of the sedan chair.
A woman in a bright red wedding dress and with her head covered with a red cloth sat quietly.
Dignified, elegant, grand...
It's just that pair of long nails that betray it.
The bright paint seemed like blood, as if it was about to flow down.
Han Bo's body was stiff as he walked towards the alien bride step by step, with despair flashing in his eyes.
In the face of absolute strength, he was completely unable to move.
The distance is getting closer.
Fifty meters... forty meters... ten meters...
The next second, Ma Yufu raised his head with a gloomy expression and a cold gleam in his eyes.
His lips were slightly open, but no sound came out. However, judging from his mouth shape, it seemed like he was saying... Get out!
Suddenly, Han Bo felt the restraining force on his body disappear.
He can move!
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