A Sword Through the Nine Heavens Chapter 569: The funeral team in Mass Burial Valley

　　 The breeze is blowing in the forest. Standing from a high point, the treetops of each tree in the forest are blowing at the same time, like a cyan wave rolling.

　　 At this moment, there are ten figures standing above the waves. Even if a cultivator passes by at this moment, they would never think that nine of these ten people are the real Mu Youmeng, and one of them has nothing to do with Mu Youmeng. relationship.

　　 Kiha didn't want to kill at will, but he actually discovered that he had become so accustomed to the passing of life unknowingly, and some things had quietly changed his view of life.

　　 If some people are not worthy to live in the world, then it is indeed necessary for him to harvest their lives.

　　 Kiba’s eyes flashed black and white light, and then disappeared. He calmly said: "I understand, I know what I should do."

　　The old tree stood with his hand, and saw Mu Yu made up his mind and smiled again: "We are waiting for you. Mu Youmeng doesn't like war, but when the war breaks out, we can't stand by. I Knowing that you want to resurrect a person named Withered Wood Evergreen, then you need his soul to remain intact and go to the ghost island where he can nourish his soul. This is also the purpose of the ghosts."

　　Kimenren, is the beginning of Kiba's killing.

　　" I found that the wound on the wood spirit has been repaired a lot, and it can also be repaired by absorbing the power of the soul. This time I simply took you out of the ghostmen's hands instead of cleaning them, because I think the ghostmen should die on you In my hands, it becomes the nourishment of the wood spirit, not in my hands.

　　You hold these three bodhi leaves. When you encounter the situation just now, you can input your spiritual power into the bodhi leaves. It will turn into the five-element escape technique to help you escape. You can also rely on it It found me. "

　　The palm of the old tree stretched out, and three bodhi leaves floated gently from his palm and landed in front of Mu Yu's eyes. Kiyu took the Bodhi leaves, and he was surprised to find that these three Bodhi leaves were actually related to the breath of the old tree head, as if there was an invisible thread that could find the old tree head's position.

　　 "As far as I know, there are many ghosts in the Moyun Mountains this time, you have to be careful, don't have the same kind of accident just now." The old tree head nodded kindly at Mu Yu, and then the figure gradually disappeared In the woods, the other eight trees also followed the old tree.

　　 "The old tree leader looks pretty good." Long Teng said.

　　 "Yeah, do you think Eumon can eat it?" Xiaoshuai asked, shaking his tail.

　　 "How can you eat anything! Let's eat shit!" Long Teng said angrily.

　　 Kiha laughs dumbly, Xiaoshuai is really a good boy who is not picky.

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　　 There is a famous place in the Moyun Mountains, that is the Mass Burial Valley. The Mass Burial Valley is actually an underground crack that is several kilometers long and more than two hundred meters wide.

　　 Every midnight, there are howlings of ghosts and wolves coming from under the Mass Burial Valley, which is very scary.

　　 There are many villages near the Mass Burial Valley. The people in these villages have a custom of putting the most solemn clothes on the dead and throwing them into the Mass Burial Valley.

　　 According to their legend, Mass Burial Valley is an underground crack leading to the reincarnation of the underworld, and the dead can only be reincarnated if they are thrown in.

　　Some people in the city will also transport the corpses here all the way, and then throw them down. This is also a good place for many cultivators to destroy their bodies.

　　Gui Xuanyue used to kill forty-nine Golden Core Stage cultivators here, and found Feng Haochen's hiding place by relying on the Soul Array.

　　 Mass Burial Valley is located on a high slope, where it is shrouded in gray fog all the year round, and even sunlight cannot get in. Below the high slope, there was a funeral team composed of hundreds of people. At this moment, the sad horn suona opened the road ahead.

　　 These more than one hundred people are mortals. They are from the nearby villages. The one who died today is a 90-year-old man. It is quite good for a mortal to live to 90 years old. Because of the extremely high level of generation, follow The customs in the village, the whole village has to come to the funeral.

　　A few people wearing linen and filial piety are carrying a nanmu coffin, crying loudly, paper money flying all the way, dancing with the wind. This funeral procession slowly walked along the mountain road to the Mass Burial Valley. The uphill road was difficult to walk, especially the heavy coffin was still carrying, which made it more difficult.

　　The faces of the few people carrying the coffin were flushed. Every time they walked, they needed to stop and rest for a while. When they carried the coffin to the edge of the mass grave, everyone was already sweating.

　　 The coffin was parked on the edge of the Mass Burial Valley. There was a gust of wind below, and the paper money would soon be blown up when it fell. If anyone pays attention, it will be found that no paper money can fall into the Mass Burial Valley.

　　 A simple table was placed in front of the coffin. There was a censer on it, three incense sticks, and some sacrifices, so that the dead would not be hungry on Huangquan Road.

　　 There is an iron bucket on the ground, and the paper money in it is burning vigorously.

　　 Forty or fifty family members knelt in front of the coffin and cried loudly. Although many people did not cry at all, according to the village custom, the more the children and grandchildren cried, the more filial they were, so every child and grandchild were torn apart His throat was crying desperately, for fear of losing an unfilial reputation.

　　Chen Erzhuang is a dark-faced man who is also in the deadly business. Both the coffin and the paper money tribute come from his shop. The people in the village are uneducated, so he will help people write memorials every time, and follow the funeral team here to see the dead.

　　 Chen Erzhuang knows more about the customs of the dead than anyone else. Because of dealing with dead people all the time, he will always be the sad professional face.

　

　He glanced at the forty or fifty family members who were crying "to the death", and sighed slightly in his heart. It is estimated that fewer than five of these forty or fifty people are truly sad.

　　 maybe because he has seen this kind of scene often, so he can tell at a glance which person is showing his true feelings and which is deliberately wiping tears with onions.

　　When people get old, they will bring a lot of burdens to the family, especially if the children and grandchildren are full, old-age care becomes a problem. There are many sons. Unless you encounter true filial piety, you will not suffer from taking the initiative to support. Only when the old people die will their children and grandchildren feel relieved, and for them they don't need to spend that extra energy and financial resources.

　　"Fathers and fellows, we came with a sad heart to see Mrs. Zhao off. Mrs. Zhao has a whole family of children and grandchildren, and his whole life is honest and simple. Now he is going to die, it is joy and funeral. All of his children and grandchildren are very filial..."

　　 Chen Erzhuang understands the situation of this family. To be honest, although the dead old man Zhao lived to be ninety years old, he had a bad old age. He lived too long. He had three sons, two daughters, ten grandchildren, more than twenty great-grandchildren, and four generations under one roof. It should have been a joy, but the three sons refused to take the initiative to support him. They also refused to come to see him.

　　 He has been living alone for more than ten years, and he died three days before being discovered. It is ridiculous that it was not his relatives who discovered the death of Old Man Zhao, but a dog he raised. It was only after three days of barking at the door that he was noticed.

　　"The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on, and the son wants to support but not to wait. The old man Zhao has cultivated so many outstanding filial descendants in his life, fathers and children are filial. Now that he is leaving like this, people can't help but sigh that things are impermanent and unfair. ……"

　　 Chen Erzhuang snorted disdainfully. When he came to Zhao's house just now, the three sons of Old Man Zhao were still fighting over who inherited the house that Old Man Zhao lived in! But what does this have to do with him? He is just a business man, so he can pick out the words as best as he can.

　　"Now that the dead are dead, and the living are mourning, Grandpa Zhao in the Spirit of Heaven will surely protect the health and longevity of his descendants. Let us bid farewell to Grandpa Zhao, Grandpa Zhao, you go all the way!"

　　Chen Erzhuang sometimes thinks that he has been seeing off the dead all his life, so who should mourn him after his death?

　　 Grandpa Zhao’s descendants cried loudly again, everyone was about to tear their throats, and some people cried out loud, but they still tried to cry loudly.

　　 "It's time, Grandpa Zhao should be on the road."

　　Chen Erzhuang motioned, the four men he brought with him immediately went forward, solemnly lifted the coffin, and then slowly pushed it into the bottomless mass grave valley.

　　The heavy phoebe coffin quickly fell into the abyss. The yin wind blew the Buddha, and soon he was submerged in the gray mist.

　　 The descendants of Mr. Zhao, as ordered by Chen Erzhuang, all rushed to the edge of the Mass Burial Valley, crying desperately to keep them.

　　 "Father, don't go! My child hasn't fully fulfilled his filial piety!"

　　 "Grandpa, don't leave us!"

　　 "Grandpa, come back soon!"

　　 Everyone was crying hard, shouting good things to keep Old Man Zhao. Although the death of Old Man Zhao was no big deal to them, they even wished that he would die sooner, so as to save the neighbors always gossiping.

　　 Chen Erzhuang still looked sad. He sighed lightly. Although it is customary to call the soul like this, it seems that children and grandchildren are reluctant to leave their relatives, but many times this kind of thing looks like Like a joke.

　　 But at this moment, the descendants of Old Man Zhao suddenly screamed in horror, and everyone ran back groaningly, as if they had seen something terrifying in the mass grave.

　　 Chen Erzhuang felt a little strange. He didn't let these people scream like this just now. He turned his head and took a look at the bottom of the Mass Burial Valley. This look didn't matter, he almost made his legs weak in fright!

　　 Mr. Zhao’s nanmu coffin did not fall, but slowly rose. A weird breath came from the coffin, and the cold breath soon enveloped everyone, everyone was frightened. Can't move.

　　 The nanmu coffin gradually floated up from the bottom of the mass grave and appeared in front of hundreds of people. Then there was a heavy muffled sound. The lid of the coffin was slowly slid open, and Grandpa Zhao suddenly stood up straight from the coffin!

　　 "Ghost!"

　　All the mourners screamed in horror. They wanted to turn around and escape, but an invisible force suppressed them. They were horrified to find that their legs were no longer at their disposal.

　　 Old Madam Zhao suddenly showed a grim smile on his face like dry wrinkled bark~IndoMTL.com~ His eyes opened slowly, and his eyes were as black as ink, without white eyes!

　　The most frightening thing is that Grandpa Zhao even opened the mouth that had lost his teeth a long time ago and spoke!

　　 "Aren't you crying to let me come back? Why are you so scared when I come back?" Old Madam Zhao grinned, and the laughter was like a monster grinding teeth, scaring his children and grandchildren Desperate!

　　 "Father, you, you should leave now!"

　　 "Yes, it is the eldest brother and the second elder who want to take your house, I just don't like it..."

　　 "Nonsense! Obviously you are the youngest, you shout the most!"

　　The three sons suddenly began to accuse each other. They thought that Grandpa Zhao refused to leave because of the house, so they quickly began to shirk responsibility.

　　 "That's it! It's not as good as the three of you come with me and continue to be filial to me in the underworld!"

r/>　　 Grandpa Zhao stretched out his hand abruptly, and the monstrous spirit instantly enveloped his three sons. The three of them roared in pain, and then gradually lost their voice, only three white spirits came from them. Floating up, Grandpa Zhao opened his mouth and swallowed all his stomach!

　　 Grandpa Zhao sucked the souls of his three sons, put out his tongue and licked his lips, then looked at everyone, and smiled grimly: "I have accepted all the souls of you Zhao family, Jie Jie."

　　The gloomy ghost gas instantly drowned the entire Mass Burial Valley.