Guardian Chapter 63: Paving the way for the dark money, the yellow spring water is broken, money can make the ghost push away

  "The coffin cap is three feet three feet from the ground, and the yin spirit does not enter the product. Repair the sarcophagus."

  Beside the team, there is a bad guy holding a record book, comparing it to the wandering soul, reading the specifications of the burial site after death, and the wandering soul is sent to the construction site.

  This coffin hat is the top of the coffin. A few feet is how deep it is buried.

  The burrower uses the digging hole to record the size of the coffin, just like the soul master and the soul counts.

  "The coffin is set in a courtyard with one foot and two feet. The yin will not dissipate, and the top grade will enter the yellow spring."

  This wandering soul was directly pushed into the river by the catastrophe. The rushing river water stretched out countless arms, only pulling the wandering soul to disappear in an instant.

  Chen Feng glanced, shuddering inwardly.

  The yellow spring water seems to be a soul-eating beast, so I can’t feed it enough.

  It is Chen Feng's turn to stop.

  The yin chai frowned, turned it over for a long time, and muttered: "Yang Yuan is not exhausted, there is no coffin, where is the soul from?"

Next to   , there is a Zaoli Yincha, that is, the one who slapped Chen Feng with the soul whip, and whispered in Yincha’s ear, "Catch the head, this person fell from the Yin Yang Dao."

  The bad guy who was called as a head-catcher, combined the recordings, and suddenly, without speaking, he stared at Zaoli twice.

  Na Zaoli nodded, and the five Ming notes were clipped into the record book in an obscure way.

  The head catcher licked his lips with satisfaction, and without reading the record, he preached: "The coffin is covered with a red rope, the evil spirits are condensed, the top grade, enter the yellow spring."

  In the scene before him, Chen Feng looked in his eyes, pretending to be dumb, stunned, and silent.

  Entering Huangquan, it is in line with the plan to find the tributary of the life and death market.

   With a pop, Chen Feng was pushed into the river by Zaoli.

  Chen Feng was in mid-air, only to realize that he was different from swimming in his imagination.

  Before people get into the water, countless dancing arms are stretched out in the water, which is like a team building activity in a past life of trust and back jump.

   There was a thumping sound, and Chen Feng sank into the river.

  Countless fragments of wandering souls moved closer to his body, seeming to want to replace the original parts of his body.

  There is a burst of cold, piercing cold through the body, even if it is called the movement of the soul song, it can't stop this piercing coldness.

  Chen Feng's body shook, and the remnants around him collapsed without a shadow. These remnants of wandering souls were no longer soul bodies, but a kind of resentment turned into obsession.

  Why is there such a big grievance?

  Chen Feng quickly realized it.

  This yellow spring water eats souls.

  With the weight and tenacity of Chen Feng's soul, he still couldn't resist this bone-eroding force.

  His soul is wrinkling, like being poured with sulfuric acid, the corrosive force penetrates layer by layer.

  This force, both brutal and violent, does not give Chen Feng a chance to dissolve the soul song.

  A little yellow spring water is an excellent polishing stone for tempering the soul.

  However, today, what Chen Feng has to bear is endless, "aqua regia" that does not give people a respite.

  For a long time, Chen Feng will turn into a grievance of obsession.

   However, he has never forgotten the phrase Tie Xian Chen said, "Paving the road with money, and the water is broken."

  The number of Mingyues that the Void Sori claimed that the soul was rewarded, Chen Fenglun was second, and no one in Beidou Branch dared to be the first.

  A wad of Ming banknotes is in hand, splashing in the water, and the surrounding yellow spring water is suffocated. Each Ming banknote supports about an inch of diaphragm air bubble.

  However, as time goes by, the Ming note slowly melts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  Chen Feng used his money-making ability, took out a lot of Ming-money, put one on his body, and made a money shirt for himself.

  As more and more Ming notes are attached to the body, although the air bubbles separated by Chen Feng are still an inch, the degree of stability is not the same. The melting speed of Ming notes is temporarily negligible.

  Paving the way for the dark money, the yellow spring water is broken, and money can make the ghost push away.

  Chen Feng went down to the bottom of the river, and there was no silt underneath.

  Since the opportunity is rare, and I am a big moneymaker, why not take this opportunity to hone myself.

  Chen Feng was cautious, and only collected a little bit of yellow spring water to temper his soul.

  In the beginning, it was painful. With the movement of the Song of Soul, little things can no longer affect Chen Feng in any way.

  Every bit turns into a few strands, which is another painful experience.

  Chen Feng grinned in pain, and the feeling of tearing, pulling, erosion, and pain was magnified as never before.

  But the effect was remarkable. The thick soul became more tenacious, and there was a sign of shining light. As the amount of yellow spring water continued to increase, Chen Feng became crystal clear.

  The final balance is not reached until the amount is about a kilogram.

  Chen Feng squeezed the fist of the soul body, feeling a physical body in the grip.

  He licked his lips and watched the spilt notes melted on his body, and he made a lot of it from the void shuttle.

  "A good thing, it can be bathed, and it can be used as a means of murder. It is a pity not to go back." Chen Feng consciousness "looked at" the things in the void shuttle.

  At first glance, he aimed at the Liuyejing bottle. It doesn’t matter whether the yellow spring water can be filled or not. There are two drops of rosary in the bottle. You must not store anything casually, let alone mix them, in case the two conflict. , Isn't it because you want to shout to the sky.

  Chen Feng tried to use a lot of utensils, but the results were all melted. In the end, he didn't choose any more, and patiently tried them one by one.

  Just when he tried to lose patience, a temporarily held mud bowl in his hand actually withstood the yellow spring water.

  This mud?

  Chen Feng’s face is very weird, and it is taken from the unremarkable grave of female corpses.

  Hey, you also have today, and told you to almost blind my eyes...Chen Fengdiao digs the grave soil and built a small pond, if it’s not for fear of digging through the grave, it’s weird, Chen Feng doesn’t mind. Throw the corpse of the big murderer, and use the grave as a storage pool for yellow spring water.

   Takes a bath again, and fetches water again, this time, because of a blessing in disguise, we don’t know if the burrower earns or not, anyway, Chen Feng doesn’t lose... if he can repay his yang.

  Chen Feng trembled, and shook off the completely melted remains of the Ming Banknote. He counted the inventory of the Void Shuttle, and it was estimated that he would be able to top it for a while.

  However, the soul refining effect of the yellow spring water is temporarily not obvious. It is time to go ashore to find the tributary that connects the market of life and death.

  Chen Feng was about to reach the bottom of the river, using his money to drive the road ashore, a sound of a slight wriggling throat came.

  Chen Feng, who was lifting his foot, froze in an instant, and the creepy feeling rushed from his head to his toes.

   followed by an imperceptible slow breathing.

  Long call~~~~~.

  Long suck~~~~~.

  Long time to a short breath, it took about a minute.

  This?

  Chen Feng stared blankly, turned his head stiffly, and paused completely.

  If you have a sound here, click~~~~~~~, it's appropriate.

  The sound came from the base of the huge sarcophagus submerged in yellow spring water.

   Layer by layer from end to end of the base, like a stream band in the shape of shale, it begins to show a looming dark red, seeming to float.

  Chen Feng's mind instantly appeared like fish gills.

  Under this sarcophagus is a fish that is so big that it doesn’t have any edges?

  Is the sarcophagus still carrying the sarcophagus?

  Run~!

  Get out of here~!

  Asshole, legs, you move me~!

  If it is really fish gills, it will drink "water", I can't stuff my teeth~!

  Asshole, turn your head back to me, give me the order to run quickly~!

  Chen Feng felt that he was really scared and demented. In his previous life, he had seen blue whales prey. The kind of boats with insufficient suction power and insufficient tonnage were all scum.

  Chen Feng does not want to be a scumbag.

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