On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

The expression on Jiang Shichen's face became distorted, and he frantically wanted to rush forward and snatch the pile of Buddhist amulets from the stove.

"If you surnamed Chen dares to offend our Jiang family, you will risk your life!"

Monk Chen looked innocent: "Jiang Shichen, are you mentally ill?"

"The rules of the world are overwhelming."

"I don't care if you are from the Jiang family or the Chen family. When you come to Funeral Street, you will always follow our rules."

"We will never leave the Funeral Street in this life, but within the Funeral Street, we have the right to execute everyone."

Monk Chen pointed to the pile of Buddhist amulets in the stove: "Including this messy bunch of Buddhist amulets."

This series of words left Jiang Shichen speechless.

He clenched his fists with both hands and glared at Monk Chen fiercely, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Monk Chen smiled contemptuously.

"Mr. Jiang looks like this, does he have any objection to this rule?"

"However, according to our rules, once Mr. Jiang steps into Funeral Street, he can be at our disposal."

Jiang Shichen was so angry that his mouth twisted, and he glanced at the stove reluctantly.

After a long while, he adjusted his emotions and spoke slowly.

"Since these are the rules of the world, I, Jiang, must abide by them."

At this time, Fu Zhongtang ran in from the outside with a embarrassed face: "Mr. Jiang, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go out first."

Jiang Shichen's eyes fell on me and he snorted coldly: "Everyone, see you soon."

His back quickly disappeared from my sight.

While I was watching, I was hit on the head.

"Ouch—"

When he looked up, he happened to meet Monk Chen's cunning eyes.

"What are you doing standing still? Carry the stove into the shop for me. I want to give salvation to those women who died in vain!"

That stove?

I looked at the copper stove that was half a man tall and weighed at least two to three hundred pounds.

Where can I carry it alone?

What's more, now it is burning red, and the meat is burning to death.

I looked at him with some embarrassment: "Master Chen, are you kidding me?"

Monk Chen snorted coldly: "What a waste. I can't even move this little stove."

He walked forward in two or two steps, squatted down and lifted the stove directly!

I was dumbfounded.

I hurriedly followed him, but I wanted to help but couldn't. After following him in, I saw a large shroud shop.

Monk Chen's shroud shop is exactly like his character.

Although it is hung with all kinds of shrouds.

But if you look closely, you will see that the collar buttons of those shrouds are all crooked.

Shroud's arms are either a little longer or a little shorter.

The ground was a mess, except for a simple futon in the middle.

Monk Chen took out a stack of Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures and threw them in front of me: "In a moment, you will help me burn this pile of paper money into the stove one by one. Don't stop until I tell you to stop."

I nodded and hurriedly followed his instructions.

Monk Chen sat cross-legged on the futon and slowly sang Buddhist sutras.

"It is good to see that the Buddhas, the holy saviors of the world, can encourage all sentient beings to escape from the prisons of the three realms..."

My hands kept burning scriptures, and when I was about to fall asleep while listening to the Buddhist scriptures, Monk Chen finally finished reciting the Lotus Sutra.

Monk Chen opened his eyes.

There was also big beads of sweat on his face, and he looked very hard.

"Okay."

After the words fell, someone pushed the door in from outside.

I turned around and saw Zhang Lingchuan walking in expressionlessly.

"Boss, are you alright?"

I hurriedly stood up and walked forward. After all, the Dao Meng gang was coming in a menacing manner, and I was afraid it would be difficult to deal with them.

Monk Chen snorted coldly: "He specially waited for us to finish everything before running back. What could possibly happen?"

Zhang Lingchuan raised his hand and threw a wooden sign to Monk Chen: "This is your own merit. I am not allowed to let you perform well?"

Monk Chen collected the wooden sign and carefully put it into his pocket.

I couldn't see clearly, I could only vaguely see some strange runes carved on the wooden sign.

Zhang Lingchuan did not come in immediately. He twitched his left hand and pulled out a woman.

Isn't that the cold female killer who just shouted at me to kill me at the gate of Funeral Street?

I immediately told Zhang Lingchuan: "Boss, she is from the Life-Suing Sect!"

Zhang Lingchuan sneered coldly: "It seems that your hall master really wants my life so much that he sent you, one of the top three killers, here."

I stood up in surprise and asked Zhang Lingchuan: "Boss, what level are they ranked among the top three?"

Zhang Lingchuan raised his head and smiled cruelly: "You are at a level that even ten of you can't beat."

The corner of my mouth twitched, thinking that I was really lucky to escape from this bitch.

The next second, the gentle Zhang Lingchuan immediately turned his face.

He raised his foot and kicked the woman: "Bring the antidote, or I will make your life worse than death."

Antidote? I was a little confused: "Who was poisoned?"

Monk Chen suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed on the incision on my back. In an instant, an itchy and painful feeling swept through my body.

The monk greeted me angrily: "Are you sick? You are poisoned and you don't know?"

I gasped and immediately took off my shirt, only to find blood oozing from my back.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Zhang Lingchuan said with a cold face: "This is poison made from corpse poison collected from people who died violently."

"Once poisoned, it will spread quickly. Within three days, the internal organs will fester and you will die."

"It's also the exclusive secret technique of their Life-seeking Sect."

The woman's hands hung down helplessly, with a sneer on her face: "You can give me the antidote."

"Hand over my senior brother!"

This was said so inexplicably that I even looked at Zhang Lingchuan.

"Who is your brother?"

"We've never met."

The woman smiled, and tears fell on her face.

"If you don't want to, then you can kill me. Anyway, if you can't complete the task, you will die if you return to the door."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at me sinisterly: "It's worth it if I can take you away before I die."

Zhang Lingchuan lowered his head and glared at her fiercely: "The world is about the world."

"When you come to Funeral Street, I have hundreds of ways to make you die in all kinds of pain."

"Even if the master of the Suoming Sect comes, he has no right to ask me to release him."

She was very tough and looked like she would rather die than surrender.

He picked up a scimitar on the ground and saw the word "peach" engraved on it.

"A murderous knife, why do you want to be so arty?"

As he said this, he was about to throw it into the furnace to melt it.

The woman suddenly screamed sternly: "If you dare to melt my knife, I will kill you badly!"

Zhang Lingchuan sneered: "I have taken off your arm, but you still dare to say harsh words."

"If you don't hand over the antidote, I'll throw you in and melt it together!"

Recalling the woman's unusual behavior at the street intersection just now, I raised the grimace on my arm and asked her.

"Do you want to know the origin of this thing?"

"Or are you looking for clues about this thing?"

The woman's eyes turned red and she stared directly at the ghost face mask on my arm.

Then, she suddenly opened her mouth and bit my arm!