Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

The sound of tinkling came from afar, heavy rain fell, and strong winds rolled up dead branches and leaves.

"Master, what is that?" Mu Yuan asked.

In the thick fog, two lines of troops came slowly from both sides, both red and white.

The band plays, celebrating and mourning at the same time.

The white paper is falling, mournful music is playing, the suona is coming out, and the birds are scattering in all directions.

The red sedan chair moves forward with a joyful tune, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the fragrance of flowers is flowing.

"It's a ghost barrier." Han Ziyu grabbed Mu Yuan and pulled him behind him.

Mu Yuan looked at the leader of the funeral team: "Master, are they humans?"

Han Ziyu silenced Mu Yuan and said, "No, they are paper figures attached to the aura and come alive. Don't speak, it will expose our aura."

The leader of the funeral procession wore mourning and mourning.

The leader of the funeral procession smiled, danced and shouted loudly: "The devil gets married and all things give way."

Han Ziyu used the bell cover to hide the two people's breath.

The funeral procession played the suona, and the leader sprinkled white paper. There was a thunderstorm, and the white paper was hit by raindrops on the muddy road. The leader said sadly: "The Lord has died, and the Lord in Heaven sheds tears."

Han Ziyu stared at the two teams. The white team did not leave any footprints, but the red team did have deep and shallow footprints.

A strong wind blew, and the sedan curtain was blown open.

The bride in the sedan sat safely on top wearing a hijab.

The two teams met immediately.

But the leader of the white matter stopped first: "Huh? The person who died in the burial?"

The red event team immediately became restless, and the leader dropped the gong in his hand: "When the devil gets married, all things will give way."

It was obvious that both teams had discovered the existence of the bell.

Han Ziyu immediately removed the bell cover and shook Li Xuan.

Li Xuan wrapped his arms around the coffin and smashed it into pieces amid lightning and thunder.

The next second, Bai Shi's leader's eyes were like bells, and his whole body was ringing with bells.

Soon one line after another followed.

The leader smiled lowly: "Lord, you have a spirit underground, and the burial objects have been found."

Han Ziyu looked at the mighty white-collar team behind him and realized that a head-on confrontation would only hurt both sides.

He whispered to Mu Yuan: "Get into the coffin later and hide your breath."

He wanted to see where these things were going.

Han Ziyu fought with the leader for a while, then pretended that his spiritual power was gone and allowed a few paper figures to carry him into the first coffin.

The coffin looked extremely expensive, and there was a scent of sandalwood from a distance. The moment the coffin was opened, the luster of jewels was revealed inside.

Han Ziyu held her breath and pretended to be dead, and was also thrown into the coffin.

The moment the body was thrown in, there was no pain from hitting something unexpectedly, and there was also a warm touch.

Li Xuan came out along his arm, and the blue-white light illuminated the coffin.

He saw clearly the face of the man in the coffin, and his overall temperament was somewhat similar to that of Bei Yi. At this moment, he suddenly felt that maybe Bei Yi should look like this instead of the young man he is now.

But if he knew that Bei Yi was reborn and was reborn as his disciple in this life, he would definitely not be as calm as he is now.

Li Xuan hid his light and retracted into Han Ziyu's hand.

Han Ziyu threw Li Xuan away again, green light flashed everywhere, and the appearance of the person in front of him stung his eyes.

Just now, I felt familiar but didn't realize how could it look exactly like the person in my mind.

He bit his lip gently, shook his head, and stared at the man in the coffin in disbelief.

Who is the person in front of me? Lord died? Who is he?

The heavy rain hitting the coffin boards made a pitter-patter sound, which sounded like the crisp sound of jade beads falling to the ground.

The person in the coffin is dressed in a black robe with ink clouds, a black copper belt around his waist, an ancient silver crown on his head, and a sword-shaped eyebrow.

Han Ziyu covered his chest, his heart throbbing with pain, and the pain made him unable to breathe.

Li Xuan moved towards the man uncontrollably, wrapping around the fingertips of the man in the coffin. After circling twice, green light shone.

Han Ziyu looked at Li Xuan in confusion, why would he take the initiative to approach someone other than him when the whip was only controlled by himself.

Who is this person? Why does he look like the person who appears frequently in his mind?

The team moved quickly, and the road was bumpy, causing the coffin to sway left and right.

Han Ziyu rolled unsteadily into the arms of the man in the coffin.

A familiar feeling arises spontaneously, why is this happening.

Han Ziyu touched his cheek again. It felt exactly like a living person, and even had warmth. Wasn't this a paper man possessed by a spirit? How can it be like a real person?

After walking forward for a while, the coffin turned over, and Han Ziyu immediately supported one side of the coffin.

An unknown force surrounded him, and Han Ziyu fell steadily into this man's arms.

His head rested on the chest of the man in black robe.

Some strange scenes flashed through, as if this scene had been experienced before.

Han Ziyu held his breath, and Li Xuan let go of the man in black robe and paper.

The green light gradually fades, brightening and dimming.

The atmosphere was very subtle, and Han Ziyu raised her eyes again to look at the person beneath her.

Who is this person and why is he so familiar?

The coffin kept shaking.

Han Ziyu did not dare to release his spiritual power. If he were tested by these thousands of paper figures, he and Mu Yuan would definitely be seriously injured.

He called out Wu Ge and stabbed a hole in the coffin.

Looking outside through the opening, it was raining heavily, the mountain road was flooded by floods, and half of the mountain was covered in white with a procession of farewells.

The leader hummed a lament in front and shouted: "The body of the Lord has died, the God of Heaven sheds tears, and the soul is reunited."

The paper figures are slow to react, they cannot control it smoothly, and the coffin is swaying and hesitating.

The coffin turned violently again, and a pair of warm hands embraced Han Ziyu.

Han Ziyu's body trembled, and just now a pair of hands seemed to have touched his waist.

He turned around and looked at the person in the coffin who had his eyes closed tightly. He used his inner energy to test and found out that it was indeed just a corpse.

But the touch just now was real and familiar, intertwined with the memories in his mind, making him heartbroken.

He clutched his chest, his heart seemed to be entangled with threads, and he couldn't see what was hidden in his heart.

That familiar touch can instantly pull him into unknown memories and he can't extricate himself.

He clutched his chest, his forehead was covered with sweat drops, and his fingertips were white, as if he had been pierced by a sword.

The coffin rolled over, and a fragment of the wood accidentally scratched the right side of Han Ziyu's face, causing blood to pour out instantly.

The blood on his face dripped onto the chest of the person beneath him. The blood penetrated the black robe and hit the person's chest.

The green light stopped shining and gradually became dim.

There was only a small beam of light shining through the opening in the coffin, and the man's face could only be seen.

The blood on the man's chest suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Han Ziyu's heart ached so hard that it was unbearable, and words from the depths of her soul floated in her ears.

"You want to kill me?"

"Chen Lan, you have entered the devil's path and brought disaster to the common people. You and I are incompatible with good and evil. Today I am ordered by fate to kill you."

"Haha, Lord Zixuan, you want to kill me? You are really wishful thinking."