Salted Fish Demon Zun refuses to work overtime [Transmigration Book]

On the fourteenth night of July, Ghost Festival on Earth.

Demons big and small gathered in the Shuangyue Sect, and the raging demonic energy enveloped the sky blackly, and the stars and the moon could not be seen.

There are knotted white onyxes everywhere, and the mountain wind howls, blowing them off the pillars on the porch, floating like wandering spirits.

The candles couldn't suppress the devilish energy, even though the lamps were lit everywhere, it was still dark and not clear, but the devils didn't care at all, they were laughing loudly, laughing everywhere, playing songs and drinking wine, so festive that it didn't look like they were at a funeral .

But it was only the demons who were bustling. The dark and heavy coffin was placed outside the hall. No one was guarding the surrounding area, and no lights were lit. The demons were ignoring his existence as much as possible.

boom--

The ten thousand zhang thunder split the sky, the strong white light instantly dissipated the magic energy, and the vocal music stopped suddenly.

The moonlight broke through the barriers and poured down, and the sudden and frightening thunder fell on the coffin of the Mozun.

There was only a moment of silence, and the person inside the coffin suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed open the tightly sealed coffin lid, as if brushing away unsightly dust with ease.

The thin wrist was covered with all kinds of silver bracelets. With a slight movement of the wrist, the silver bracelets collided and shone like waves in the moonlight. The coffin lid was thrown aside and a large cloud of dust was raised.

A loud bang.

There was a sound of panic, and the big and small demons pushed me and pushed each other, and no one was willing to stand in the front, but they heard the clear and clear ringing of the bell, and the person in the coffin slowly sat up.

The bright moonlight fell on his hair like a waterfall of black ink, and the silver bells in his hair reflected the cold light. On the overly clear and beautiful face, the long eyelashes cast a shadow, which set off the pair of eyes that should not have a hint of aggressiveness. The purple eyes are full of pressure.

It is their Demon Lord.

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Mo Motang is cheating on the corpse.

To be precise, it wasn't his own corpse that cheated.

He had already died suddenly after working overtime for half a month, but immediately after, he passed through the book.

One and a half months ago, when I was not so busy, I took the time to read "The Nameless Demon Lord" in the "Cultivation of Immortals".