The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

Zhong Li Shang and He Huaishu chased all the way to a place with bright fire. There was no trace of blood, nor were there any signs of Si Qingyu and Nangong Chiyang. There were only ghost money flying all over the sky and five monks in mourning clothes dragging several pitch-black iron coffins.

Waves of high-pitched cries of salvation echoed in the canyon along with the eerie music of the suona.

"Your lonely soul will be saved, and all ghosts will be blessed. Those with heads will be saved, and those without heads will live. You will be killed with spears and knives, and you will jump into the water and hang on a rope..."

For some reason, Zhong Li Shang felt an unnatural chill on his back when he saw this scene, and he frowned subconsciously.

He Huaishu was also upset by the sound, and without hesitation, he waved a stream of spiritual power towards the male monk who was playing the suona.

The male monk holding the suona dodged in a hurry, but was still hit by the aftermath of the spiritual power. He sat down on the ground in embarrassment, and the suona in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

"Hey, hey! Who is this? Why does he hit people without saying anything? Have we met the big devil of the demon clan?" Ming Bu Jian shouted.

The faint laughter of little girls was heard, and ghostly paper-made boys and girls floated out, circling around Zhong Lishang and He Huaishu.

Zhongli Shang chopped up all the paper figures and paper money in the sky with a few swishing swords.

The little girl burst into tears. "It's broken, all broken. My paper figurine. I spent several days making it and it cost me eighty low-grade spirit stones. It's all gone now!"

Zhong Li Shang and He Huaishu were so disturbed by this group of monks who did not look like normal living people in the mortal world that they almost forgot what they were doing standing there.

Zhong Li Shang's first reaction in panic was to destroy these things that frightened them.

After his master's operation, He Huaishu finally came back to his senses. He frowned, pointed his knife at Ming Bujian, and asked coldly, "Have you ever seen a man and a woman riding a pink rabbit passing by here?"

Zhong Lishang added, "The man was injured. He is a demon."

Ming Bu Jian shook his head and said, "No, we are just looking for dead bodies here and picking up corpses.

You two look familiar. Oh, now I remember that you are the leader of Dingkun Sect, Zhongli Shang!

This is your eldest disciple, the famous He Huaishu, fellow Daoist He!"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Li Shang raised his head slightly and resumed his cold and aloof demeanor as if it was not him who had just been frightened by the sight of a ghost.

He Huaishu looked these people up and down, and looking at their posture, he remembered that this very distinctive cultivator had appeared in the competition.

"Are you monks from the Cremation Sect?"

Ming Bu Jian smiled very flatteringly, "That's right! That's right! We are a professional one-stop funeral service.

Do you need any help? We are economical and effective, and we guarantee that we can send the dead souls to the underworld! We can also provide door-to-door service! "

Zhongli Shang was already upset because he couldn't catch up with Nangong Chiyang and Si Qingyu. After listening to Ming Bian's words and thinking of the many disciples who had just died, he felt that this man was noisy and unlucky.

"Huai Shu, let's go." Zhong Li Shang said impatiently.

He Huaishu responded and followed his master, passing by several people from the Cremation Sect.

Huo Zang raised a handful of paper money again, ready to lift the bier, and he and Song Qian carried the coffin forward.

Zhong Lishang, who was passing by them, stopped and looked at everyone with suspicion, and asked, "Wait, what's in this coffin?"

Lu Pan, who was walking behind, turned the spirit flag in his hand and smiled charmingly, "Coffin, coffin, of course, is used to hold the dead.

We come to this secret place of the underworld every now and then, and we find many dead bodies in it.

If we take the body out, maybe a sect will claim it, and we can have a meal."

Ming Bu Jian came over cheerfully, patted one of the coffins in a rather flattering manner, and said, "Gentlemen, do you want to see if there is a dead body you know in the coffin?

It just so happens that we have just collected a few bodies! There are not only these coffins, but also a few more in the cave over there.

Our prices are very fair. If you have two relatives or friends, we can cover the funeral. It’s not expensive, only one hundred low-grade spirit stones per person.”

Seeing Ming Bu Jian about to lift the coffin lid, Zhong Li Shang immediately said, "No need."

I heard that opening the coffin for no reason might lead to unnecessary karma.

Zhong Lishang just asked, "Have you ever seen Si Qingyu from the Renxin Sect?"

Zhong Li Shang also thought of this damn cremation sect. Before, Chu and Han had been fooled by them in the competition.

Since you have participated in the competition, you should naturally recognize Si Qingyu and Nangong Chiyang.

Ming Bu Jian was very happy when he heard Si Qingyu's name, "Hey! I haven't seen you before, is that fellow Daoist Si from Renxin Sect here too?

She is a very kind person. During the competition, she even gave our cremation faction a piece of land!"

Zhong Li Shang and He Huaishu looked at each other. Not wanting to argue with them anymore, they quickly walked forward and chased after them.

Behind them, the sound of suona started again, and paper money for the dead was scattered in the air.

Not until the breath of Zhong Li Shang and He Huaishu completely disappeared did the heavy coffins fall to the ground.

Huo Zang and Song Qian lifted the lid of one of the coffins.

Ming Bujian leaned against the side of the coffin, smiling as he looked at Si Qingyu who was frantically taking out medicine bottles and stuffing pills into Nangong Chiyang's mouth, and said, "Friend Si, the paper figurines in Huangquan have all been chopped into pieces, and several bundles of paper money are gone.

My suona is broken. Listen to the tone, it's not standard anymore.

The consumables exceed the limit, so you have to pay extra!"

"We're not short of money." Si Qingyu didn't even raise his head, and used the strength in his hands to help his senior brother slow down the dissipation of spiritual power.

Ming Bu Jian slapped the coffin lid and said, "Great! I like big clients like you!"

Si Qingyu took out a large bag of spirit stones from his storage bag and threw it to Ming Bujian, "I have one more thing that I need your help with."

Ming Bu Jian weighed the money bag and said, "Okay, okay! Money makes the world go round!"

Looking at the broken paper, Huang Quan was no longer sad. Instead, he lay beside the coffin with a smile, clapping his hands, "So much money!"

Zhong Li Shang and He Huaishu chased all the way, but when they reached the exit, they did not see Nangong Chiyang and Si Qingyu, so they had to return to the scene of the incident in a rage.

With no target to capture, everyone temporarily ceased fighting. Looking at the mess on the ground, Zhong Li Shang and the two elders had very gloomy faces.

Just now, everyone in Dingkun Sect was eager to kill Si Qingyu and Nangong Chiyang. They were so focused on fighting that no one cared about Tian Yi and Tan Ce who were already dying.

They themselves don't care, and the spectators present are already on the opposite side of the Dingkun Sect, and will not risk their lives to protect them.

As a result, the sword of the elder of Dingkun Sect reached over, killing Tian Yi on the spot and causing further injuries to Tan Ce.

Yin Yuhuang received Si Qingyu's message and planned to call it a day. She would go somewhere else in the secret realm with her four brothers. However, she had just taken two steps when she was fixed in place by Zhong Li Shang with a talisman.

"The Bailian Sect and the Renxin Sect conspired together to kill so many of my Dingkun Sect's disciples, and yet they still want to leave!"

Yin Yuhuang crossed her arms and smiled as she responded, "If you don't want to leave, then don't leave. You asked us to stay. Don't cry when the time comes."

Her master would probably be here soon.

Shen Yewei rushed back carrying Dian Zan and stood beside Gu Yubai.

Gu Yubai held the sword across his body and met Zhong Lishang's gaze. His voice was still cold and calm, "So many people died, there really should be an explanation."

He Huaishu stepped forward and asked Zhong Lishang, "Master, what should we do with the dead disciples of our Dingkun Sect..."

Suddenly, scattered paper money for the dead came into view, followed by a loud and clear chant of requiem, "Gods return to temples, ghosts return to graves, demons and monsters return to the mountains and forests, everyone, goodbye!"