I, C, attend the funeral

The light in the coffin was dim. Although a small lamp was lit, it was too dim to light up the coffin.

There is a coffin in the coffin, but there is no tribute plaque or portrait behind the coffin.

The wind blows all around, making people's ears feel cold when it blows.

Zihe stood behind Zhao Yin, and the two of them took a quick look at the coffin shed - the space here is really not that big.

The other two were a little uncomfortable. There was one person standing on each of the two innermost corners of the coffin.

They were hidden in the dark, unable to see their facial features clearly, but they stood up straight, as if they were standing in a military posture.

Zihe and Zihe looked at each other, and immediately understood.

As they approached the coffin in the middle, they stared warily at the two people standing in the coffin.

There was a faint sound of rustling soil being pushed away from the ground under his feet.

The coffin is made of thick black cloth, and when the wind blows, the cloth makes a dull hunting sound.

Zhao Yin walked to the coffin first. Although the coffin was built casually and all the items were not well prepared, the coffin was a first-class coffin.

The whole body of the coffin has a dark and soft wooden color, the color is deep and thick, and the color and texture are infinitely close to metal.

There is a black dragon coiled on the side of the coffin, not in a trapped posture, but seems to be flying out of the coffin.

Yin beasts are caught at the side and tail of the coffin, guarding the yin house, and are sent by the burial to drive them.

On the side of the hall is carved the appearance of a monster with tiger teeth and leopard tail, which is the real figure of Queen Mother Xi, the god of immortality.

Zhao Yin quietly sprinkled a piece of incense ash under the coffin, and smeared chicken blood on the coffin.

Seeing that there was no response in the coffin, he frowned.

Zihe has been staring at the two people standing in the inner corner with fear.

The surrounding evil spirits were surging, and those two people might not be human.

He and Xiao Yaoming opened the coffin here, and there were two threats standing there, which really made him uncomfortable.

Turning around, he made a tactic to consume some of the sinister energy caught by his side, he lit a ball of fire, and threw it towards a corner near him.

The ball of fire fluttered towards the left corner of the altar, the light tore through the dark mist, and was about to illuminate the face of the person standing in the left corner.

Suddenly, something solid seemed to fly out of the darkness, extinguishing the fire at once.

Zihe turned around and faced the two people in the darkness on guard. After squinting slightly, he took a step towards the person in the left corner.

For a moment, Zhao Yin didn't see who these two people were or what arrangement they were standing there for. He put aside the coffin for now, pressed the coffin lid with his left hand, and approached Zihe's back around the coffin—he didn't dare to leave the coffin. Too far away, afraid of accidents.

Just as the two of them were concentrating on the two people standing in the darkness, a hand suddenly stretched out from the tent inside the coffin, and suddenly lifted the tent inward, and opened a door curtain.

Neither Zhao Yin nor Zihe thought that there was a 'back door' in the coffin shed, they were taken aback by the sudden outstretched hand and the protruding door.

They stood still tensely, distracting most of their attention to the temporarily opened door.

The door curtain was hung on one side, and there was a gloomy scene behind the door, which seemed to be another coffin shed.

Most of the body of the person standing behind the door was hidden in the darkness. He smiled sinisterly at Zihe, with a strange and chilling smile on his slightly blue face.

It was a malicious smile, stiff and cold.

Zihe didn't recognize this face, but he immediately saw that it was not the face of a living person.

Bronze armor corpse?

No, bronze armored corpses don't laugh.

He took a deep breath, in broad daylight, would there be ghosts and evil things so arrogant?

He has been hunting ghosts for so long, but he has never seen such a blatant ghost.

He hesitated for a moment, his right hand became a claw, and black evil energy rolled around his right fist, as if it would suddenly surge and hurt someone at any time.

The person standing behind the door saw that Zihe was just watching warily, and didn't intend to move forward. He twitched the corner of his mouth, then slowly raised his right hand, and made a move towards Zihe.

Zihe inhaled slightly, and part of the evil spirit around the person was sucked to his hand, and became a 'weapon' around his right fist.

Seeing that he could control the evil spirit around that person, Zihe's sense of fear subsided a little, and he took a step towards that person.

The moment Zihe moved forward, the man immediately took a step back, as if he was a little afraid of Zihe.

But even so, it still didn't take back its right hand that kept swaying towards Zihe.

That hand was black and purple, and the color was not very beautiful.

Zihe took another step, the man waved his hand, and took another step back.

The evil spirit pervading around it wrapped it tightly again, as if it was gradually engulfing it.

When Zihe was about to take another step forward, he suddenly felt his hands tighten.

He suddenly came back to his senses, he clearly remembered that he had only taken two steps, but in the blink of an eye at this moment, he found that he had actually reached the edge of the coffin.

One more step, and he will step out of this coffin and into the space behind the curtain.

Looking down, he realized that someone had grabbed his left hand.

The hand holding him was warm and strong, Zihe was about to turn his head when the hand pulled him back with all his might.

Zihe staggered, and fell into the arms of Xiaodie.

Hard, but hot enough.

Before Zihe raised his head, Zhao Yin had already folded his arms, hugged him in his arms, and took six steps back with him, back to the side of the coffin.

Six steps, he just unknowingly took six steps forward?

"What's going on?" Zihe unconsciously got goosebumps, and asked with some fear.

His back was leaning against the chest of the little deadly, and was hugged by the right arm of the little deadly.

Little Deadly's right hand held his left shoulder, as if he was being held hostage by Little Deadly.

The chest behind her was too hard, too hot, and her presence was too strong.

He was a little uncomfortable, and twisted, trying to break free from the arms of the other party, but found that because he was held in the arms of the other party, if he moved casually, his butt would rub against the indescribable parts of the little one.

He paused in embarrassment, and his face became hot instantly.

It's really crazy today, why... such weird and... people's fantasy situations always happen.

He swallowed, and Zhao Yin seemed to have sensed something wrong with this posture, he had already let go, and took a step back to open the game with him.

Zihe didn't turn his head, his face was as hot as an iron plate for barbecue, he was afraid that he would be even more embarrassed if he turned his head and met the scorching gaze of Xiao Xiao.

"This is a corpse guard gate, those two are door gods, this gate is a dark pit, and this Feng Shui bureau is also called 'Bieyoudongtian'." Zhao Yin's voice was low, a little hoarse, and his tone was a little unsteady.

As if... is deliberately suppressing certain emotions.

Zihe didn't have time to savor the emotional fluctuations hidden in Zhao Yin's voice, and everything that the low tone represented.

His attention immediately fell on Zhao Yin's words themselves.

Looking at the two figures in the dark corner again, seeing their stiff standing posture, Zihe instantly understood.

That probably wasn't two living people, nor was it a high-level type like the Bronze Armored Corpse.

Those are the two standing corpses, which are completely chess pieces for layout.

"It's too insidious..." Such a vicious Feng Shui bureau.

Zihe gritted his teeth, the door in front seemed to be opened, and there seemed to be a way, but if he wanted to go in, he would step into a dead end.

In modern times, there are many construction sites or mountains, where half of the bones are dug out of the whole stone;

Or in some old buildings, it was found that one half of the body of a person was built into the wall, while the other half was outside. The posture of the skeleton seemed to be walking into the wall by himself...

These things that seem weird and difficult to find out the cause of formation are often the sins of the sinister Feng Shui Bureau of "Bie You Dong Tian".

Zihe didn't know if he took this step, if he stepped into a certain mountain and was trapped to death, or if he walked into the wall of the building and suffocated...

Although he has already cultivated into a black-robed ghost, if the place he steps out is too remote, beyond the limit of the karma lock on his body, and his ghost ghost is not strong enough, he may be torn apart by the power of the karma lock ...

Thinking of this possibility, anger and fear made Zihe's arms tremble slightly, his eyes narrowed, and his pupils gradually became cold, faintly glowing with green light.

Zihe took two straight strides and walked up to the standing corpse. When he got close enough to take a look, it was indeed a staring corpse. He tore off the talisman paper that was patted on the corpse's head, and the corpse instantly collapsed to the ground.

He did the same thing, tearing off the corpse shaker on the other corner——

Once the feng shui bureau was broken, he opened his fingers slightly, and caught all the evil spirit released by the disappearing feng shui bureau in his hands.

Turning around to look again, on the innermost black cloth wall of the coffin, the door curtain that was pulled up just now has disappeared—the complete coffin black cloth is one!

"Stop running around, stay by my side." Although Zhao Yin's voice was low, his tone was strong.

The spirit shed in such a large place, distracted for a moment, almost missed Zihe, this guy stepped into the gate of hell.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yin's face darkened, and his heart was still aching——

If he hadn't been afraid for a moment, extremely angry and frightened, he would not have suddenly lost his sense of propriety and hugged Zihe in his arms.

Clenching his fists, Zhao Yin's heartbeat was still a little irregular, and his brows were tightly frowned by inexplicable shame and boredom.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and tilted his head, and when Zihe turned to follow, he staggered the other's eyes.

Some emotions suddenly seemed to break through hundreds of years of maze and surfaced. Zhao Yin's eyes were deep, but he was not calm at all.

He only felt that when Zihe walked up to him, he looked at him with heat, which made his face and body hot.

But... accompanied by this heat, there is an inexplicable...

It seems that there is shame, fear, confusion, panic... even some nameless anger...

He clenched his fists, suppressing the restless, not so good feeling, even a little painful, but uncontrollable boiling emotion.

Only then did he feel a little restless, and the coffin that was being pressed by his left hand was suddenly hit hard from the inside.

'Boom! With a sound, Zhao Yin felt a slight numbness in his palm against the coffin.

Both he and Zihe were startled, all other thoughts melted away, their eyes were burning, and they both stared at the coffin to death.