All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

When Ning Zhi woke up again, he was no longer in the sedan chair, but kneeling on the ground.

He glanced around and frowned.

The robe she was wearing could barely be considered a wedding dress, but this was definitely not a wedding hall.

It's clearly a mourning hall.

There was a coffin in front of him.

But there is no spirit tablet.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, "Messenger, you bumped into our young master on your first day in the tribe. This is a bad omen in our eyes, so the elders ordered you to stand guard here to make amends. Do you have any objection?"

Ning Zhi turned around and saw a man in his early thirties, dressed in foreign clothes and looking of high status.

[Sir, this is the priest of the Xingling Clan, named Mu Gongliang.]

"Keep vigil and make amends?" Ning Zhi stood up and kicked the mat away. "Why can't he be the one who bumped into me?"

Mu Gongliang was surprised and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? What is the young master's status? What is your status? To put it nicely, you are an envoy, but to put it bluntly, you are just a container."

"Really?" Ning Zhi stretched out his hand, "Then do you want my blood?"

The blood of the witch god's messenger can nourish all kinds of poisons. This is something that every person in Nanjiangling firmly believes.

How could he not be greedy for such blood?

"Come and get it if you want it."

Mu Gongliang's eyes were fixed on his wrist, and he took a step forward involuntarily.

Then he stopped half a meter away from Ning Zhi.

A black snake suddenly jumped out from the sleeve and went straight to Ning Zhi's wrist.

"Do you think I will get close to you? Don't dream on. Everyone knows that you are responsible for the deaths of those people in the forest. I'm not as stupid as you think!"

Ning Zhi extended his divine power, cut the snake into several pieces, and sneered, "I'm not as weak as you think."

In the blink of an eye, Mu Gongliang was lifted up by his neck, with his feet hanging in the air and kicking wildly.

It feels good to regain control of the divine power, as if all the frustration that was suppressed before can be released at this moment.

And Mu Gongliang was the scapegoat of that ghost.

"You, you let me go. I am the priest of the clan. If you offend me, you will offend the Star Spirit Clan!"

Ning Zhi sneered, grabbed his collar and slammed him into the coffin.

"I'll help you clear your head. You're welcome."

Mu Gongliang's forehead was hit several times in succession, and blood gushed out. The blood color formed a sharp contrast with the blackness of the coffin.

"That's not right," Ning Zhi picked up the dying man, "On TV, he died after just one hit. How come you're still alive?"

Mu Gongliang's voice of begging for mercy was as thin as a mosquito, "Please..."

Ning Zhi followed his gaze towards the coffin and nodded, "I see, you want to go in."

When Mu Gongliang heard this, he immediately began to struggle.

He doesn't want to be put into a coffin, buried, or buried!

"Noisy."

Ning Zhi knocked him unconscious and threw him aside.

Then he looked at the coffin in front of him.

Then he gathered divine power into his palm and pushed open the coffin lid with force, and sure enough, he saw a familiar face.

"Mu Sheng."

He shouted, but the sleeping boy did not respond, only the spirit flag in front of the mourning hall swayed.

Ning Zhi looked at the young man and wondered if it was Mu Sheng.

"!"

A cold wind suddenly blew, and Ning Zhi was squeezed against the wall of the coffin, with the young man's face in front of him and the ghost behind him.

"What on earth do you want to do? Why are you pestering me?"

"Shhh."

The voice of the man behind him was very light, which was totally inconsistent with his aggressive aura.

Ning Zhi wanted to turn around, but he was pressed even harder against the coffin, and the distance between him and the boy was so close that he could kiss him by just lowering his head.

"You can't run away."

The voice behind him was extremely vicious, and the chilling feeling almost penetrated into his heart.

Ning Zhi knew without even looking that he must be filled with ghostly aura.

But he wanted to save it again.

"If you have any grievances, just tell me. I can help you clear them. You don't have to play so exciting."

Feeling the cold object sticking to his back, Ning Zhi felt a little nervous and squeezed closer to the coffin.

The man laughed and said, "Just lie still and you will be able to wash me."

Ning Zhi sighed lightly and cursed a few words in his heart.

He was discussing this matter seriously when the lecherous man behind him was making dirty jokes to him.

He really didn't check the almanac before doing the mission and chose such a shabby place.

"Do you know this is a funeral parlor?"

"I know, but the funeral hall is my home."

Ning Zhi, "..."

What a fuck!