Doomsday Rise

Chapter 1377: , Funeral team

Liu Wei'an's expression suddenly became uneasy. For no reason, Zhang Wuhe felt heart palpitations, as if something terrible was about to happen, his heart beating fiercely.

puff--

puff--

puff--

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Sounds full of rhythm came in this direction from a distance. At the beginning of the period, two or three kilometers away, in the blink of an eye, it was hundreds of meters away. Zhang Wuhe was curious and uneasy, and he felt cold behind his back. If it weren't for Liu Wei'an by the side, she would almost escape from this area.

The leaves in front separated silently, and a group of people jumped into the field of vision. Seeing the appearance of the group of people and horses clearly, Zhang Wuhe gasped and almost called out a sound.

This is a funeral team.

He was dressed in white, carrying the dark coffin, and shuttled through the woods without making any sound. The first two people throw paper money, and then two hold soul-raising flags. Then two people hold umbrellas. Then there are four people who play suona. Behind the suona are people who beat drums and gongs. In the middle is the coffin. Eight people carried it, and the objects behind the coffin were almost the same as in the front, except that there were two more people who sprinkled water.

A team of men and horses, all dressed in filial piety, were pale and pale, with twine tied around their waists, and a light on their heads, emitting a green glow.

What is shocking is that whether it is the people in front or the back, it is clear that they are playing and beating, but there is no sound coming out, giving people the feeling that what they are beating is not an entity, but an illusory thing, but, Zhang Wu He tried many ways to check, and the results obtained are that these instruments are real.

She saw the ripples in the air caused by the vibration when the stick beat the drum, but there was no sound, as if an invisible monster had eaten up the sound.

"How could this be?" Zhang Wuhe felt cold. As the team approached, she saw faces that weren't human, and she couldn't describe what it felt like in words.

It is clearly a face with all facial features, but it just doesn't look like a human face.

The people in front, jumping and turning their bodies, were very happy. Only the people carrying the sedan chair fell together at an amazing speed. All the trees, flowers, etc. blocking the front were separated by an unknown force. Dare not stop.

The team passed by the two, a difference of less than one meter. The most recent time, the spirit-bearing banner almost ran into a pair of Zhang Wuhe's. In an instant, Zhang Wuhe's cold hair stood up all over his body, and a poisonous snake climbed the neck of the mountain. The icy feeling.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuhe's body trembled, and his mouth opened, and he was about to exclaim. At the moment of the moment, Liu Wei'an lightning covered her mouth, blocking the sound that had already reached her mouth.

On the coffin, there was still a person sitting, all in black, blending with the coffin, and Zhang Wuhe didn't pay attention. When the funeral procession passed by the two, the person sitting on the coffin suddenly turned his head and grinned at the two, Zhang Wuhe almost didn't scare his soul out.

This smile is so weird, not to mention Zhang Wuhe, a girl, even Liu Wei'an is tense all over, almost blasting past with a fist.

The two closed their breaths tightly and slowed their heartbeat. They waited until the funeral team was gone, the chill on their bodies slowly faded, the light flashed, and the team disappeared in the forest and was no longer visible. The silent world suddenly came back to life, the trees shook with the wind, the insects and ants made noises, and the flowers and plants slowly grew. When the funeral procession passed by, the world seemed to be dead.

"It's terrible!" Zhang Wuhe retracted his gaze. She felt that if she stood in front of the funeral procession, anyone could kill her in seconds, because she couldn't resist.

"Do you know what this is?" Liu Wei'an let out a long sigh. When the funeral party was about to disappear into the forest, he tried to probe the black coffin. Just when his consciousness touched him, he was blown by a thunderstorm. The outside is coke and the inside is tender, almost shattered.

Before his divine consciousness, among the younger generation, he did not want to be a second person. Facing the older generation, he did not give much relief. However, compared with the coffin, he felt that he was a little ant, and the coffin was a big mountain. Not a level.

If it weren’t for the power of his self-realized “Sword of Death”, he would have to confess here today. The terrible coffin made him sound a little beggar. In Mogu Mountain, he got back a little beggar with an eyeball. There was also this kind of power.

"I don't know!" Zhang Wuhe was born in the Zhang family and has a lot of knowledge, but this kind of weird scene is also the first time I have seen it.

"Not far from here is the tomb. Is it the owner of the tomb?" Liu Weian guessed.

"I haven't heard of anyone carrying the coffin around!" Zhang Wuhe said.

"From the performance of this large tomb, at least it is the tomb of the king. Who would dare to be presumptuous next to the tomb of the king? The low-level ones don’t dare to come. The same level knows the rules, and the high-level ones don’t look down on others. Used cemetery." Liu Weian said.

"It's really weird, this continent is too mysterious." Zhang Wuhe said.

"Where are they going? Or, catch up and see?" Liu Wei'an suggested.

"Don't need aura?" Zhang Wuhe asked, not willing to have any contact with the funeral party in his heart.

"Almost forgot!" Liu Wei'an showed an embarrassed expression, "Let's go."

"What is this?" Zhang Wuhe suddenly stretched out his right hand, with a black pattern on his palm, the pattern is very strange, it seems to be graffiti, as if some kind of imprint.

"Where did it come from?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"I don't know." Zhang Wuhe said, looking a little uneasy.

"When did it happen?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"No yesterday, I don't know when it came out." Zhang Wuhe rubbed it with his hands. The mark was on the flesh, not on the surface, so it couldn't be rubbed off.

"Have you not seen this thing?" Liu Wei'an stretched out his hand and touched it, only to touch Zhang Wuhe's palm. He couldn't touch the mark and didn't feel anything.

"No!" Zhang Wuhe was very sure.

"How do you feel now?" Liu Wei'an asked again.

"Just like a mole, it doesn't feel anything, and it won't affect my cultivation. I can't feel it at all." Zhang Wuhe's face was very ugly.

What appears to me, but I can't sense it, my eyes can see it, but I can't touch it. Is there anything more terrifying than this?

"Let me try." Liu Wei'an held Zhang Wuhe's hand and suddenly froze.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Wuhe let go of his defenses, but he couldn't help but wonder if Liu Wei'an's internal force passed. Liu Wei'an didn't speak, and slowly opened his right hand. There was a mysterious pattern on the palm of Zhang Wuhe's palm. The size, shape, depth, and density did not change at all.

"Ah, you too!" Zhang Wuhe exclaimed.

Liu Wei'an's breath surged, and the "Scorpion Emperor Jing", "Dark Emperor Jing", "Indestructible Inheritance Jing", and "Soul Restoration Talisman" cycle back and forth, but there is no way to sense the existence of the imprint, as if it does not belong to the body. Part of it, however, can only be seen with the naked eye, which is very strange.

Zhang Wuhe was frightened and stepped back step by step. The breath erupting from Liu Wei'an made her terrified. At one time, she thought that Liu Wei'an was better than her, but now she discovered that Liu Wei'an is a mountain or a sea, she and Liu Wei'an No longer a horizontal person.

"open!"

Liu Wei'an yelled, his right hand turned into white bones, and the flesh and blood exploded in an instant, shooting in all directions. However, to Zhang Wuhe's shock, the mark still hovered in his palm. It seemed to be suspended outside the bones, and it seemed to merge into one, and it seemed to go deep into the bones. The feeling that seemed obvious and fluttering made Zhang Wuhe very uncomfortable.

Liu Wei'an stared at the palm bones in a daze, his expression changed, sometimes hesitant and sometimes fierce. He was not sure if the bones were broken, the "Indestructible Inheritance" could grow out, but he was worried that the palm bones were gone, and the mark was After leaving, it will continue to exist after it grows out, and there is a faint feeling that the latter is more likely.

However, there is a trace of luck in my heart, what if I can get rid of this thing? He is absolutely unwilling to have such unknown things on his body. It's good to know what's going on, such as the Curse of Weeping Blood. Things that don't know are the most terrible, like a time bomb. You don't know when you blow yourself up.

"Don't—" When Zhang Wuhe shouted, his bones shot, Liu Wei'an's right hand was gone, his wrist was bare, and nothing else was left.

Liu Wei'an endured the severe pain, sat down cross-legs, the light yellow air surging, the body resounded like Hong Zhong Dalu, blood flowed, as if the Yangtze River ~www.readwn.com~ his right hand was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. , First the bones, then the blood vessels, and finally the skin and flesh. After a cup of tea, the right hand grew up, and it was intact, no different from before it was broken, and the mark on the palm was the same, exactly the same on Zhang Wuhe’s face. His expectations turned into fear, and his face was pale without a trace of blood.

It's useless to cut off your hand, what the **** is this?

After receiving the work, Liu Wei'an opened his eyes and stared at the mark on his palm. His face was calm, but there was not much disappointment. He had a foreboding.

"How could this happen? Is this a kind of power or something?" Zhang Wuhe couldn't help asking, everything in front of her was beyond her understanding.

"Send the funeral team!" Liu Weian stood up abruptly, Zhang Wuhe was shocked, and he understood everything in an instant. Yes, it is the funeral team. Only they can be so mysterious and powerful. They can leave the mark on the two people without knowing it. Only the incomprehensible existence of the funeral team can leave such a powerful mark, Liu Wei An can't remove the palm of his hand.

"Chasing!" Liu Wei'an took a step, stopped, and said to Zhang Wuhe, "You stay, take my people to get the spiritual eye, and I will chase."

"I--" Zhang Wuhe just said a word. She has lost Liu Wei'an's figure, and a sense of frustration arises in her heart. She knows that it is because of her lack of strength. .

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