dead child, ghost carrying coffin

When everyone entered the stone house, the first thing they saw was the broken coffin, but no bones spilled out.

Next to the broken coffin, there were six red-cheeked paper figurines, the same ones who carried the palanquin for the headless bride before.

It's just that these paper figurines have all had their heads twisted off now, and some have even been dismantled to pieces.

It's like origami being ravaged by a bear child...

"Oh shit, how could this happen!"

Chen was completely dumbfounded, and stood there blankly.

Chang Baye, who has always been cautious, rummaged carefully, trying to find the bones of the headless bride.

In the world of practice, as long as the remains are "in hand", there is a way to summon the soul, so as not to become "duckweed" or "rootless leaves".

On the other hand, if the remains fall into the hands of someone with a heart...then it is impossible to live or die, and they will be completely controlled by the other party.

......

It's a pity that the big worm searched for a long time, but finally found nothing.

However, during this process, the careful Chang Baye discovered many unreasonable phenomena.

"Little brat, little brat, don't be dumb for now. Eighth Master, let me ask you something."

It was only then that Chen came to his senses, turned his head and said with a mournful face.

"It's about this time, Master Ba, what do you want to ask? Let's find a way to get our eldest niece back first!"

Da Changchong was helpless, feeling quite like a cow playing the piano, so he could only explain.

"It's about Miss Ruozhao. If you're the eighth master, I'm just as dishonest as you!"

"Well, Ruozhao was the one you reburied, right?"

"When you were fighting in the past, the conditions were not good... I mean, you can't find 'Yin Ju wood' to make a coffin, and you can't find mermaid oil to light an everlasting lamp, right?!"

"Also, you haven't learned Feng Shui in your previous life, have you?"

Faced with Chang Baye's three life-threatening questions, Chen was speechless for a while.

Scratching the green dull hair on his big head, he asked back: "Ba Ye, do you think we have a good memory?"

Da Changchong immediately realized that he was sloppy: this guy can't even remember what the teacher said in the last class, how can he be expected to remember things of more than 2000 years.

What's more, when he was reincarnated, he was almost drowned "alive" by people in the underworld with Mengpo soup...

"Forget it, I didn't ask about being the eighth master..."

Da Changchong gave up, but Chen, who cared about Ruozhao, was quite persistent.

"Baye Baye, we don't remember but someone does, just wait!"

After Chen finished speaking, his eyes were closed tightly, and his bowed legs kicked the ground fiercely.

"Lingling, Lingling, come and understand that the bank can't do it."

"I invite our eldest nephew, let's go!"

After the "spell", a dazed and handsome "little general" appeared in front of everyone.

Who else could it be if it wasn't the famous Fenglang Juxuhuo Qubing!

At the end of the writing, the author is long-winded. There are always readers asking me how powerful Huo Qubing is in private messages.

Let's put it this way, if he hadn't passed away due to illness in Yuanshou six years at the age of 24, now Europe should celebrate the New Year like us, eating dumplings, setting off firecrackers, and posting Spring Festival couplets during the New Year's Eve dinner.

Spring Festival couplets must also be written in traditional Chinese characters, and if they are not written in a standard way, they will have to be written one by one...

After a short period of confusion, Huo Qubing saluted Chen with his fists.

"My nephew pays respects to my uncle, my uncle is happy and healthy!"

Someone Chen waved his hands with a mournful face: "What about Ankang, your sister was taken away by Bad Yin and her grave was blown up, so hurry up and think of a way!"

"Sister?!"

Huo Qubing was taken aback when he heard the words, and then realized that Chen was talking about Ruozhao.

After all, some time ago, he was invited by someone Chen because of this woman.

(For the above content, please refer to Chapter 1856 of this book: Please invite my eldest nephew)

Seeing the coffins scattered on the ground, Huo Qubing was furious, his brows were tightly furrowed and he let out a cold snort, his whole body bursting with murderous aura.

"Who did this?!"

"Please tell my uncle, I'm going to arrest him and bring him to Ruo Zhao for justice!!"

Someone Chen shook his head slowly and dejectedly: "If we don't know, we can go by ourselves... It's Ba Ye who asked you to come up and he wants to ask something..."