dead child, ghost carrying coffin

As soon as Lao Huadan finished speaking, the troupe leader felt a chill.

Immediately afterwards, the entire backstage was enveloped in thick black mist.

Everyone only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and the surrounding scene had changed drastically.

There is still some kind of theater troupe, and it is clear that they have arrived at an ancient government.

The actor who played Bao Zheng was sitting tremblingly in the hall. Seeing his frightened expression, he knew that he couldn't help himself.

The rest of the troupe members may be the four major policemen: Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, or they are masters and yamen servants.

Anyway, each has its own division of labor.

Everyone wanted to call for help, but they couldn't speak no matter what.

Not only can't you talk indiscriminately, you can't even escape!

Just when he was panicked and at a loss, a thick fog suddenly poured in from outside the door.

When the dense fog cleared, eight white-clothed, dog-headed evil spirits appeared in the middle of the hall carrying a blood-red sarcophagus.

The sound of howling and crying continued to come from inside the sarcophagus, as if a terrifying Shura purgatory was buried inside.

And the evil ghost who carried the coffin was like a puppet, with its head down and silent.

"Master Yan Jun, I will report my grievances..."

The sound from the sarcophagus was cold and ethereal, and it was impossible to tell the difference between men, women, and children, like countless people whispering together.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, the boy playing Bao Zheng almost cried.

"Ghost, Grandpa Ghost, you can see clearly that I am an opera singer."

"It's not Bao Qingtian, and it's not King Yama... You can go to the underworld if you have a grievance, I, I really can't control it!"

However, the blood coffin continued to repeat what he had just said as if he hadn't heard it.

"Master Yan Jun, I will report my grievances..."

It's just that the tone this time is colder and deeper.

It was like suppressing endless anger, which could erupt at any time.

Seeing this, all the troupe members were too frightened to vent their anger.

The scene was so quiet for a while that a needle could be heard.

After a while, seeing "Yan Luo" in the court ignoring him, the blood coffin finally exhausted all his patience.

The voice fluttered from the original nothingness to become extremely sharp.

"It is said that the family and the underworld are just and strict, but now it seems that the officials and officials are not protecting each other!"

"Since no one has redressed our grievances, let's die together!!"

The foul-smelling corpse water kept oozing out of the bloody coffin.

Little by little, it flowed towards the feet of the troupe.

Everything encountered along the way was corroded by the corpse water.

At the same time, boundless resentment surged into the sky, which naturally alarmed Hua Jiunan and others who were watching the play in front.

Hua Jiunan didn't dare to hesitate, got up and went straight to the backstage.

Chang Huaiyuan naturally followed closely behind.

"Three old brothers, I will leave this to you. Mr. Chang accompanied Mr. Xiao to the back to have a look!"

If there are lively things, our young general is naturally indispensable.

Chen Daji grabbed Xiao Shenwa, who was eating and drinking, and put it on his head, and turned his head to command Haogui.

"Big head Xin, take your brothers to watch the scene, let's go to the back and see who the hell is making trouble!"

The four "persons" arrived backstage, and were bumping into the thick black mist head-on.

Hua Jiunan frowned: "What a heavy resentment!"

Stretch out your index finger to touch, and a tingling pain came.

When I looked again, the fingertips had been corroded into black.

Seeing this, Chang Huaiyuan snorted coldly: "Mr. Xiao, please step back for a while, and wait for Chang to help you smash this layer of demon!"

The military classic "Six Secret Teachings" has long been psychic:

Sensing the master's intention, it immediately turned into a bronze chariot drawn by four pony horses, flying up and down around Chang Huaiyuan.

Chang Huaiyuan's right fist shone with golden light, and he swung forward fiercely.

"Whoever kills one person and shakes the three armies will be killed!"

There was a muffled bang, Long Jun's punch was like a sledgehammer hitting thick rubber.

The black mist only contracted extremely rapidly, and then expanded violently.And there is a tendency to wrap everything nearby!

Seeing this, Hua Jiunan couldn't help being startled secretly, and immediately turned his hands behind his back and launched the sky-stomping method.

Stepping heavily on the black mist three times in a row.

That way, it was like a peerless emperor looking down on his great country.

"There is no king's land under the whole world, and there is no king's ministers on the coast of leading the land."

"Order, stop!"

Chang Huaiyuan didn't dare to neglect and followed closely to cooperate.

"Those who benefit the world, the world will open it up; those who harm the world, the world will shut it down."

"seal up!!"

With the combination of the great art of the royal family and the heavy code of the military strategist, the black mist was finally stopped and continued to expand outwards.

However, it is still struggling and beating like a heart full of evil aura.

Every "jump" shocked Hua Jiunan and Chang Huaiyuan.

It takes all your strength to fight against the black mist.

Seeing this, Chen Daji became impatient: "Oh shit!"

"Are you bullying our boss?! Are you bullying Big Brother Chang?!"

"Master Ji, I'll beat you to death!!"

Yan Bi swung a pair of raging sea hammers, and smashed them down heavily on the black mist.