Douluo's opening send-off system

On the way, they met the Murong siblings who were intercepted and killed by the Xuanyuan family and were about to be dedicated to Xuanyuan Dapan as a practice cauldron. Xu Fengnian was kind-hearted and rescued the two beloved siblings. After understanding the whole story, Xu Fengnian was ready to vent his anger on the two. , by the way, make a fuss about the extremely dirty Xuanyuan family.

As we were walking to the foot of the mountain, a burst of singing with a strange accent sounded. The tune was soft and melodious, and it was instantly beautiful.

But if you listen carefully to the lyrics, it makes your hair stand on end.

"The head is not lowered, the legs are not separated, and the shadow floats across the mortal world. The soul is not rotten after being buried for a long time. The person who chases the corpse has a clear inner and outer genitals..."

The lyrics with a gloomy atmosphere make people feel a chill in their backs when they hear it. Especially at this moment, the sky is darkening very cooperatively, and they can't help but get goosebumps all over their body.

In the dimly lit dense forest, with the wind rustling and leaves falling, four strange men with stiff movements walked toward them carrying a red sedan. Xu Fengnian looked at it with interest. The horses pulling the cart kept roaring in low voices, and their hoofs were beating. He kept kicking on the ground, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, felt the danger, and was preparing to escape. When the four people approached, the bones in the rotten flesh on his face were faintly visible, and the expression on Xu Fengnian's face became much more solemn.

The old sword god beside him tightened his grip on the talisman, his senses widened, and any disturbance within a ten-mile radius was monitored.

But he found the controller of these corpses directly inside the sedan. His energy stagnated, and then he firmly locked the people inside the sedan. The green energy on the talisman was puffing out, always ready to give thunder.

The four corpses carried the sedan to a group of people who stopped fifty steps away. A handsome white-haired young man opened the curtain of the sedan and walked down carrying a gong. Then he reached out to help the sedan, and a petite woman was helped. When she came down, the little woman seemed to be extremely frightened. Her eyes were closed tightly and her legs were shaking constantly. She clung to the young man's side tightly and leaned against him to stand firm.

Seeing the woman's face, Xu Fengnian stood up suddenly, Xiudong took out her sheath and pointed her finger, staring at the young man.

Li Chungang, however, dispersed his sleeves of green snakes and sat on the car seat again to buckle his feet. Seeing him like this, Xu Fengnian couldn't help but ask: "Do you know him?"

"Where can I meet such young people?"

The old sword god rolled his eyes and said with deep disdain.

"Then why did you sheath your sword and ignore it?"

Li Chungang tried his best to say something to another carriage on the side: "My young master doesn't care if something happens to him. We outsiders shouldn't get involved."

There was a sour taste in his words. Xu Fengnian laughed and said, "You were the one who always instigated tutoring in the first place! Why are you still not happy when someone accepts a disciple and teaches you wholeheartedly?"

Can that be the same?

He was supposed to be his apprentice! ! !

The old swordsman turned his back and ignored Xu Fengnian, who was looking at the joke.

A little further away from the four corpses carrying the sedan, Jiang Ni opened his eyes. His hands and feet were shaking, but he somehow found the strength to pull Hou Qing and run quickly towards Xu Fengnian and the others, jumped on the carriage, and went straight to the carriage. Got into the car.

"Junior sister has unique taste and picked this carriage at a glance."

Hou Qing didn't know where he had received the gong. He took out a bone flute and placed it across his chest. He glanced at Li Chungang's clasped feet and quickly looked away, looking to the sky.

Have unique taste?

Looking at the foot he was plucking, Li Chungang understood that this boy was saying that he had no quality, so he grunted, turned around and continued to prick his foot.

Wei Shuyang looked away with a numb expression. After all this time, he still couldn't accept that the sword god idol who once soared boldly into the sky had turned into such a wretched old gangster.

"Introducing myself, I am the Corpse Ancestor Hou Qing..."