The strongest mortician

"You still made a name for yourself outside, and my father is very pleased, looking forward to your return." Shen Yuqing continued, "If you still want to join the Qingwei School, I will tell the door and accept you as a pawn." It’s okay to be an outer disciple.”

Shen Yuqing spoke every word, with a gentle voice, and she could see the pride hidden in it. She has the qualifications. She has the dual spiritual roots of water and wood, and she is an inner disciple. It is easy to recruit two outer disciples as attendants.Shen Yuguang stood behind her, his face darkened, and he didn't make a sound.

Shen Yuqing had everything in mind, and no one could refuse her offer, especially Shen Shen, who had aimed to enter the Qingwei School since childhood.Her eyes fell on Shen Shen, waiting for the established answer.

"Haha. Ha...hahaha." The young man laughed deeply as if he had encountered something funny, his dimples were sunken, and his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

"The Shen family? You may not think highly of the Shen family. I am Shen Shen. After leaving the Shen family's door, I never thought about going back to that dilapidated place."

"You!" Shen Yuqing was used to being arrogant, and she couldn't bear such rebuttals, especially this person was the "trash" brother she had never paid attention to.As if thinking of something, Shen Yuqing calmed down, and gave another chuckle:

"Heh, how can a person without spiritual roots be able to practice fire spells that are not weak in a short period of time. As a sister, I am very curious."

"I'm not the only one who is curious. In this world, there are countless people with poor aptitude, and there are as many people without spiritual roots. Tell me, are they really curious?"

Shen Yuguang's eyes lit up, he grasped the topic, and threatened: "He must have practiced some kind of evil heretic, otherwise, how would he practice without spiritual roots?"

Looking at the two people in front of him who thought they had caught his little braid, he shook his head deeply. He never thought of hiding his way of practice. If possible, he wanted everyone to know that the way of practice of the mortician, Let people in the practice world know that an embalmer is never a profession that can be insulted at will.

This is also an important purpose for him to participate in the Qingkong Underground King Competition.

White flames ignited all over his body again, and it was useless to talk more.Although the two people in front of them didn't directly kill the original owner, they couldn't shirk their responsibility for the original owner's death.

Shen Yuguang imprisoned the original owner in the firewood room and suffered all kinds of physical pain. Shen Yuqing took away the quota that the original owner cherished and struggled for many years, and dealt a fatal blow to the original owner mentally.Shen Shen is not a saint, if he meets two people again now, then... don't blame him for being rude.

"Bai Yi, come out."

"Obey, my master." Bai Yi's voice trembled slightly, it was excited, it was not easy, he finally had a place to play.

Inside the mortuary box, a small coffin of Poplar euphratica was opened, and a man wearing a black cloak and holding a red-tasseled gun appeared out of nowhere.As soon as this person appeared, the murderous aura enveloped the entire corridor.

Shen Yuqing suddenly smelled the smell of blood with rust, which was an indelible trace on people who had experienced mountains and seas of corpses.

Can't beat it.

This was the first thought that appeared in the minds of the Shen brothers and sisters.

In the corridor, a pair of neat footsteps are moving from far to near in an atmosphere that is about to explode.Shen Shen's eyes flickered, and with a flick of his finger, the man in the black cloak disappeared into the corridor, and where the Shen brothers and sisters couldn't see, a little man the size of a thumb was swearing, and he followed his master behind him lightly. wrist, ran all the way back to the mortuary box, "Gada"——

The door is closed.

"Who is so bold that he dares to make trouble in Qingye?" The Qingye guard team dressed in bodyguard armor.

"Shen Yuqing, a disciple of the Qingwei sect, and his fellow disciple Shen Yuguang, participated in the auction in your place, and just had the honor to bid for a pot of red cinnabar in Chidi." The strength of the people behind the night cannot be underestimated.It's just that the helper who doesn't know where this Shen Shen came from, can come and go without a trace in areas like Qingye.

Qing Ye's guards verified Shen Yuqing's invitation, and confirmed the auction item with the steward. After confirming that it was true, they nodded to Shen Yuqing.

Walking to Shen Shen Shen: "Please show your invitation card."

Shen Shen didn't speak or move. His invitation card was just the most basic ordinary invitation card. Logically speaking, he couldn't go to the second floor.

"Please, show your invitation card." The guard repeated again, with wary eyes, a pair of people lined up, and sealed off the corridor exit and other places.

"Guard, this person has bad intentions. Before you arrived, there were his accomplices here. It's a pity that the two of us have low cultivation bases and couldn't stop the thief, so he ran away." Shen Yuguang rolled his eyes and opened his mouth Just come, "They covet the red cinnabar in our hands and want to steal it through informal channels."

By accident, the servant guessed right by three or two points, and Shen Shen was still aiming at the red cinnabar on the red ground.

Shen Shen took out the invitation card, an ordinary invitation card, without the red clay plastic seal of the VIP level that can go to the second floor.

The guard pulled out the saber from his waist: "Please come with us." It is a big taboo to covet the bidder's auction. After going through this door, Qing Ye doesn't care about the ownership of the object, but as long as the person is still in Qing Ye , it cannot tolerate the presumptuousness of ghosts, let alone listen to the guest.There is another accomplice.

There are only a handful of practitioners who can come and go freely in Qingye, and it is no longer something that a guard of this level can manage. He will report it to the general manager for handling.

"Master, do you want to break out of the encirclement by force?" Bai Yi asked in a low voice from inside the coffin box.

"Watch what happens."

In a certain room on the second floor, stood a slender young man, with a thin body, hugging the heater.In front of him was a floor-to-ceiling window-style viewing seat with a clear line of sight, and the outer head was covered with gauze. Below, the auction situation on the stage, and the bidders' reactions could be seen in a panoramic view.

The young man took a few steps forward, his footsteps were shallow and then deep, and there was a slight slope, which he couldn't see unless he looked carefully.He was followed by a bowed old man, following carefully beside his master.

Someone knocked on the door and entered, saluted respectfully, and whispered a few words beside the old man.

"Is there such a thing?"

"It was dealt with quickly."

"Yes." The servant obeyed the order and retreated.

The young man standing at the window suddenly asked, "Rob, what's the matter?"

"Master, you are just some little flies that are an eyesore, and you can't get on the stage. Master, take a good rest and don't let your body be tired by these trivial matters."

"I know my body, if I don't move, it will rust."

Seeing that the master was interested, the old man said, "Someone broke into the second floor with an ordinary invitation card. He acted sneakily."

"Oh? This is really a rare thing." The young man raised his eyebrows. No, Qing Ye has been coveted by no one since its establishment. Since the intruders were suppressed by iron and blood methods 100 years ago, no one has dared to break the ban. .

"Have you found out?" The tone was full of interest.The old man knew his master's hobbies, and he began to supplement as much as possible.

"It's clear that the intruder is the younger brother of the auctioneer in the ground room on the second floor. According to the auctioneer, the intruder wants to seize the Chidi red cinnabar in his hands, but this old slave thinks that it is not that simple." As the old man spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced at his master. His master was holding the stove in his hand, staring at him with bright eyes, and raised his jaw, signaling him to continue.

"The intruder and the bidder are from the same family, have the same father and half mother, and are related by blood. The two bidders have the same mother, and they have a close relationship in the family. After practicing, they joined the same sect. They have no relationship with the intruder. Mu..."

The young man rubbed the stove with his slender fingers, and the old man knew that his master was interested.

"The intruder was valued by the family before, and was hailed as the seedling most likely to awaken the heavenly spirit root. He was arrogant and arrogant. Later, he was found to have no spiritual root, and was suppressed by the bidder's siblings. He ran away angrily, and reappeared. A well-known practitioner of the fire element."

Young couldn't help asking curiously: "What's the name of this intruder?"

"Shen Shen, Shen Shen, the mortician."

"What?" The young man was watching a play, but now his face changed, and his expression became serious, "But that Shen family in Yecheng, Shen Shen, the mortician?"

"Yes." The old man observed his master's expression.The master once disappeared for a long time, and when he came back, he was a different person. Although his leg injury was not healed, he was no longer sluggish.Like a new bamboo, it breaks through the rock, green and tall.Just always looking at a small silver bracelet in a daze.

Seeing the young man take a deep breath: "Quickly, quickly bring my benefactor, Master Shen Shen, up here."

The old man was startled, but he did not question any of the master's decisions.He waved his hands and quickly arranged for his subordinates to do it: "The other two guests from the Shen family in the room at that place..."

"throw it out."

"master?"

"I said, give them, give me, throw them out."

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In the room separated by a corridor from the room where the young man was, sweet smoke was burning.The cold white-clothed Jianxiu was lying on the velvet blanket on the ground, the headband that tied his hair fell to one side, his sweat-drenched black hair was messy, his white and handsome face was frowning, and his face was flushed abnormally.Her thin lips were chapped and pressed tightly together.

Her indifferent eyes were covered by a handkerchief embroidered with silk juniper flowers.The hands and feet were tied with pink ribbons, and one end was tied to a pillar in the east and west corners of the room.

Xiaobai's mind was confused, the heat and sweet smell in the room couldn't help but penetrate into his nose, and all the strength in his body was sucked away.

"Xiao Langjun, it seems that he is still a baby. I really can't wait. We sisters have been in the world of practice for many years, and we have never seen such a superb one. What do you think, sister?"

A finger slides along the Adam's apple to the neckline, and the nutmeg-colored nails are about to scrape the skirt.

The woman who was asked was impatient: "Why are you so anxious? After waiting here, it's up to you. Don't forget what we are here for. Hurry up and put out the incense. Look at those people below, A junior was kidnapped by us. If we found out, our sisters would not be able to reap any benefits from this auction. We just focused on running for our lives."

The woman casually withdrew her fingernails: "Ah, you said those mortals just kidnapped a prince, and made a fuss. Those with delicate skin and tender flesh can't stand up to torture, and are far inferior to this brother sword repairer on the ground..."