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After a stick of incense, the coffin-carrying team finally finished the funeral process, and Qin Yi seemed to be watching a bonfire party. Not only was he not sad, but he also felt happy because the surrounding atmosphere was also full of joy...

But inside the coffin, the Skeleton King's skeleton has been turned into powder by the dancing coffin-carrying team just now.

After a funeral, the skeleton turns into ashes, clean and hygienic!
Heiwuchang: "General Qin, we have already completed your order. Thank you for using it. I look forward to your next visit. This is a voucher for a two-person meal. Please keep it."

Qin Yi smiled and praised: "Hei Wuchang, your coffin-carrying team is very professional, I give you five-star praise, and I will contact you again when I have a chance!"

"Then I will be taken care of by General Qin, and there will be a period later!"

After saying goodbye, Hei Wuchang led the coffin-carrying team, carrying the Skeleton King's coffin, and prepared to return to the underworld.

But at this moment, a small and exquisite blue flame flew out of the coffin, floating in front of Qin Yi's body, swaying with the wind.

"Is this... the fire of the undead?"

Qin Yi was a little surprised. The small flame in front of him was the innate treasure of the undead clan, the "fire of the dead". This fire symbolized the belief of the undead clan. With this fire, he would be the next "lord of the undead"!
After thinking for a while, Qin Yi suddenly realized, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Skeleton, what do you mean... you want to thank me for giving you the most ceremonial funeral for you?"

After Qin Yi asked, the little flame in front of him shook his head as if he had life.

"Hahaha~ So that's it~ Brother Skeleton, you are so polite, then I, Qin Yi, will reluctantly accept it!"

Qin Yi didn't expect that his "little effort" would actually move the Skeleton King's ashes.

But Qin Yi always felt that the Skeleton King was softly whispering in his ear, giving him a chance to help kill the ancestor of the demon.

Qin Yi couldn't help sighing, and felt sorry for mentioning Skeleton King. First, he helped his teammates score, then he was used as a weapon by his teammates, and finally he was betrayed by his teammates... Such a sad journey, the Skeleton King's obsession and resentment, I'm afraid it won't go away for a long time.

Immediately Qin Yi raised his hand to grab it, and the undead fire in front of him fell into his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the fire of the undead penetrated into Qin Yi's palm like a liquid.Suddenly, a chill pierced into Qin Yi's heart, making Qin Yi shiver.

But at the next moment, a blue flame suddenly appeared between Qin Yi's eyebrows. Obviously, the fire of the undead had already recognized its master and completely integrated into Qin Yi's body.

So far, Emperor Qin Xiu has added the title of "Lord of the Undead" among the many titles in the Wanjie chat group.

"Brother Skull, don't worry, Emperor Benxiu will kill that old demon thief sooner or later, and comfort your spirit in heaven by the way!" Qin Yi clenched his fists and muttered.

"Puff~"

At this moment, a member of the coffin-carrying team suddenly slipped under his feet, causing the entire team to lose their balance. The coffin flipped over and fell heavily on the ground. The ashes of the Skeleton King were scattered all over the ground.
Qin Yi froze in place, with many question marks above his head.

Hei Wuchang panicked, and immediately walked to Qin Yi's side, with a mournful face, "Qin~General Qin, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Three black lines appeared on Qin Yi's forehead, "Ah~ Didn't you say that your coffin-carrying team is professional~ That's it? Nothing!"

"Ahem, General Qin, horses stumble, people make mistakes, this..."

"That's all, it's God's will in the dark~" Qin Yi looked up at the sky, looked at the flying ashes, and smiled, "Maybe Brother Skeleton loves freedom all his life, and he doesn't want to be restrained by a coffin!"

Heiwuchang beeped softly: "General Qin, look at this coffin..."

"When you return to the underworld, continue to complete the process." Qin Yi said while clicking on the time-space link of the Yincao underworld chat group.

"Okay General Qin, let's go back first. The bad service experience brought to you this time is our negligence, and we will definitely improve it next time. As for after-sales problems, please contact our 24-hour customer service in time!"

Then, under the leadership of Hei Wuchang, the coffin-carrying team rearranged the coffin, and then it turned into a ray of light and flew back to Qin Yi's mobile phone.

Qin Yi then turned on the selfie function of his phone, looked at the undead fire between his eyebrows, and a wicked smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

After being embellished by the flames of the undead, Qin Yi's temperament seemed to have changed, and his style had been raised to a higher level invisibly!
"Hey, what a mistake, a funeral package, in exchange for undead fire, there is nothing wrong with this deal!"

But when he thought of the word "no problem", Qin Yi's face drooped again.In this battle with the demon patriarch, his beloved "Old Iron Shield" actually broke, and the myth of "Old Iron has nothing wrong with it" was broken...

Picking up the dilapidated old iron shield on the ground, Qin Yi was thinking whether to find another coffin-carrying brigade to hold a funeral for the old iron shield.

But time was running out, and all the Protoss members were still waiting for him in the temple, so Qin Yi temporarily put the old iron shield into his phone.

"Sword come!"

The Xuanyuan Sword floating in mid-air landed beside Qin Yi, and then Qin Yi flew with the sword, flying over mountains, lakes and seas in the blink of an eye, and arrived at the "Luo Shen Temple" in the base camp of the Protoss.

After entering the main hall, Qin Yi felt that the atmosphere was dignified. The gods were more serious than each other. Pan Gu's face was so rare that his face was dark, and endless melancholy was engraved on the forehead pattern of the ancestor Hongjun.

Qin Yi sat down next to Empress Nuwa, seeing everyone in such mourning, suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Eh~ I want to ask, what's going on now, the Kunlun Ladder was cut off, what are the consequences?" Qin Yi was impatient and couldn't stand such a depressing atmosphere, so he couldn't help asking.

After a long silence, Pangu looked at Qin Yi.

"Xiao Qin, you are already a mature young man, you have to be mentally prepared."

"I~ I'm immature~ I'm not ready~"

"It doesn't matter if you're not ready, come here, pour Xiao Qin a cappuccino first to calm down!"

Qin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly took out the thermos cup soaked with wolfberry and Sanguan repair liquid, and decisively took a sip.

After drinking, Qin Yi exhaled foul breath, and his expression became serious, "Uncle Pangu, please speak directly, I can bear it!"

Pan Gu nodded, a look of bewilderment and melancholy appeared on his face.

"Xiao Qin, since the Kunlun Ladder is broken now, I'm afraid the heaven will be cold..."

Hearing this, Qin Yi's heart skipped a beat, as if he had fallen into a ten-thousand-year ice cave.

"This~ how does this have something to do with the Heavenly Court???" Qin Yi stood up excitedly with his eyes red.