Chapter 381 Carrying the coffin and taking the disaster away from the city
Outside the Jiangbei branch of the underworld, the old security guard who had been guarding here for nearly a century carried a coffin on his back, taking the impending disaster away.
This was the last time he would protect this precinct.
Four grand masters followed closely on both sides, their eyes revealing complexity and concentration.
The breakthrough of the world's last ghost cultivator undoubtedly attracted the attention of various forces. Some wanted to prevent the emergence of such a powerful being in Jiuzhou, some were eyeing his evil corpse after his defeat, and some had unknown goals...
All parties gathered together.
This is a chaos that is destined to end in blood.
The old man seemed to understand this as well. He carried his coffin on his back, not wanting to bring any trouble to this place, and walked out of the city little by little, taking this "chaos" away from the city.
His old body was a little hunched, and every step he took was extremely difficult.
After the Soul-Calming Coffin was moved, its suppressive power was reduced by half.
There was a strange noise coming from the coffin.
Uncle Wei's waist was bent more and more by the pressure, and every step he took left a deep footprint.
Several grand masters were unable to help.
The battle between the evil corpse and the old man had already begun at this moment. Whether he was dead or alive was not something they could interfere with.
All they can do is to stay put and exclude all external factors!
At four o'clock in the morning, the streets were empty and cold. The street lights suddenly began to flicker, and then went out completely. Under the shadows, figures covered in black furs emerged silently.
"Send Uncle Wei!"
"Send Uncle Wei!"
“…”
The old man carried the coffin and walked forward step by step. One by one, the ghost messengers let out a sad roar and joined the team.
Some people spontaneously lit longevity lamps, which had no special function and were just a way of praying.
Some people scattered yellow and white paper money to clear the way, asking the ghost soldiers to spare the old man's life.
The old man carrying the coffin smiled helplessly when he saw this.
"You bunch of brats, this is the etiquette for sending someone to their death, do you really want to send me, an old man, to my grave?"
"That's appropriate."
He seemed to be lost in thought, and as he stepped on the yellow and white paper money, his steps suddenly became much lighter.
After a few steps, Uncle Wei continued to move forward, but the expression on his face was still gloomy and difficult to understand.
"Master... or captain?"
As far as he could remember, the only two people who were related to him and could do something like this were these two, even though theoretically they were both dead long ago.
Because these yellow and white paper money are all produced from the restricted area!
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to receive such help in overcoming the tribulation. The suppressing force on his body was relieved a little.
It is almost impossible for King Chujiang to obtain so many restricted area items.
Uncle Wei looked around.
The bleak autumn wind blew by, and there was no one else on the street.
"Alas~"
In the end, he sighed deeply and could only attribute it to his own misjudgment.
This is most likely because King Chujiang spent a lot of money to prepare means for himself.
At around four in the morning, a team of ghosts passed by on the street, and the air was filled with a murderous atmosphere, as if a group of veterans who were ready to die were about to fight a battle to the death!
With every step Luo Ji took, invisible sound waves would sweep out for thousands of meters. Ordinary people who heard this sound would fall into a deeper sleep.
The streets are deserted.
The old man carrying the coffin had a determined look on his face and did not stop for a step.
Yellow paper opens the way, respecting the heaven and worshipping the gods;
The green lamp mourns the soul, but the life is still there after death!
When the team reached the outskirts, a thin layer of fog appeared around them. Waves of mournful howling came from outside the city, as if some monster had been waiting there for a long time.
Uncle Wei's face was pale at this moment, and his spine was almost deformed by the pressure. He had to pause for a while after each step, and his steps became more and more difficult.
The soul-calming coffin is here, not just talk.
What's more, the evil corpse inside was still making trouble. All kinds of creepy scratching, crying, wailing, and banging were making the coffin heavier and heavier.
The talismans stuck on it fell off one by one and turned into ashes.
The evil corpse has fully awakened, and it is more powerful than ever before.
King, you cannot be suppressed!
By the time the team hit the road outside the city, it was already nine or ten o'clock, but the sky still remained at the brink of dawn.
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