In the dense forest, Lin Xiaolu felt a little weird walking, but Yin Sanmao didn't feel any weird. She followed him all the way and told him about some of his experiences after he left the Demon Realm.
"Brother Lu, I am now the number one turtle in the Hehuan Sect. I know many big guys in the magic way. Moreover, there is a female cultivator in the Hehuan Sect named Yasao who has a good relationship with me. She admires my personality very much and always does business with me. They will all give me a bargain, and I will take you to meet her later, and I will ensure that you will never forget to leave."
Listening to Yin Sanmao's passionate words, Lin Xiaolu nodded strangely, not knowing what to say.
He has now determined that the Yin Sanmao in front of him is a corpse, because he has no breath of a living person, and at the same time, he has no heartbeat or breathing.
But his soul seemed to be still there, just hidden in his body in a strange way. This strange situation made Lin Xiaolu not sure what to do for a while, and he didn't know whether to tell Yin Sanmao that he was actually dead. fact.
The top priority now is to find Shangguan Pineapple, which Lin Xiaolu cannot afford. He is even worried that Shangguan Pineapple will become a living corpse like Yin Sanmao.
One person and one corpse were walking in the forest, while Yin Sanmao continued to brag about everything with Lin Xiaolu, chattering all the time. Lin Xiaolu, who always talked a lot, was rare silent, and only responded once or twice, He didn't know what to say.
Fortunately, this embarrassing situation did not last long. Soon, the sound of gongs and drums could be heard in the forest.
"Brother Lu, listen, there is funeral fun!"
Yin Sanmao, who was bragging to Lin Xiaolu, was startled when he heard the voice and looked forward:
"There is a funeral procession ahead."
Lin Xiaolu said "hmm" and looked at it expressionlessly.
At this time, a steady drizzle began to fall in the sky. On the green forest path, a group of people wearing sackcloth and mourning were crying and marching towards the drizzle. At the front of the group were musicians playing suonas and gongs and drums. On both sides were people who kept throwing pale paper money.
In the middle of the team, there were several big men with big shoulders and round waists, carrying a large purple coffin.
Seeing this scene, Yin Sanmao subconsciously knew something was wrong and took the initiative to hide behind Lin Xiaolu.
"Brother Lu, it's definitely not a good thing for these people to appear in such a weird place. Should we hide? Find the missing Shangguan Master first?"
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu shook his head, then stretched out his palm, feeling the coldness of the rain falling on his palm, and said softly:
"I came here to find someone. I finally found someone to ask for directions. How could I let him go so easily?"
"But these people aren't ghosts, are they? Brother Lu, look at that coffin. It's so well made. He must be a rich ghost."
Lin Xiaolu rolled his eyes at what this guy said and ignored him. He stood naked in the middle of the forest road with no intention of giving way to the funeral procession. He just quietly watched the procession walking toward him.
Compared to his strong character, Yin Sanmao, who was of low strength, had already hidden away, standing behind a tree and looking around at the situation.
Lin Xiaolu took note of his performance.
Although this Yin Sanmao is not a living person, it does not change much from when he was alive, and he has no intention of persecuting himself.
Moreover, the funeral procession in front of them was, like Yin Sanmao, neither ghosts nor demons, but corpses with the same lack of vital signs, which was very strange.
So what is the situation with this black blood barrier?
He frowned, thinking for a long time and couldn't figure out the reason, so he watched the funeral procession getting closer and closer and walked past.
The funeral fun was still going on, and the weeping family members of the deceased raised their heads and looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was approaching, with doubts in their eyes. One of the girls, wearing a white scarf with a pretty face and tears on her face, bowed politely to Lin Xiaolu, and then asked softly:
"Who is this Taoist Priest?"
Lin Xiaolu, who was asked about his identity, smiled and asked:
"Who is lying in the coffin?"
As soon as the question came out, the girl's tears welled up again, and she choked and said, "It's my poor grandma."
"Oh~Grandma." Lin Xiaolu nodded, and then walked straight to the coffin amidst the doubtful eyes of the group, and then raised his hand to knock on the coffin board in full view of everyone.
"Dong dong"
"Grandma, get up and get beaten!"
As soon as this scene came out, everyone present was shocked. Whether it was the strong men carrying the coffin, the family members of the deceased, or the musicians playing gongs and drums, they all glared at Lin Xiaolu. Seeing that these people were about to take action, Lin Xiaolu suddenly turned around with a smile and looked at the pitiful girl with tears on her face.
The next second...the girl exploded.
With a loud "Bang!", the girl instantly exploded into pieces of flesh and blood, scattering everywhere, extremely bloody.
What's strange is that no one in the field reacted, as if they didn't see the flesh and blood flying in the air. Lin Xiaolu silently observed all this and found that not only these people, but also Yin Sanmao hiding behind the tree in the distance. It seems that he has not seen it, and he is still looking at this place with eyes that are afraid of the coffin and curious about himself.
He killed this demonic female cultivator who was pretending to be a mortal, and no one else could see it?
He killed the demonic female cultivator mainly because he wanted to see if these corpses could be killed, not to mention that these people were covered in the smell of blood. The funeral music just played also contained weird melody that could control people's thoughts. It was certain that they were not good people. Unlike Yin Sanmao, who was just a lecherous demon, Lin Xiaolu killed the girl again and sent her directly to be reincarnated.
At this moment, Lin Xiaolu smelled the disgusting smell of blood in the air, and after confirming that he had killed the girl with his incredible strength, he said to everyone present:
"Are you also the demonic monks who came here by mistake? I just conducted an experiment on this female cultivator. Unfortunately, I can tell you that you are actually dead."
He was just halfway through his words when the next second, the flesh and blood in the sky suddenly began to gather together as if time had gone back in time!
This sudden scene made Lin Xiaolu instantly dumbfounded. He watched in disbelief as the girl's bones, internal organs, and skin quickly recovered in front of him. Finally... the girl appeared in front of him intact.
What the hell is going on! He recovered faster than Lin Zhili’s hair!
Lin Xiaolu was stunned, subconsciously thinking of the towering trees that he had destroyed before, but had regrown from the ground.
At that time, I thought those trees had been replaced with new ones, but now it seems that those trees have also been resurrected in another way. In other words, neither the trees that have died long ago nor these corpses can be killed. !
Then wouldn’t they have eternal life?
Absurd ideas arose in Lin Xiaolu's mind, which also made him feel a trace of unknown fear.
After looking at the girl, Lin Xiaolu felt that his whole scalp was numb when he saw that the girl didn't seem to know that he had killed her. She was still looking at him as before.
These people, including that Yinsanmao... what on earth are they?
After frowning and thinking for a moment, Lin Xiaolu ignored what these people said to him, turned around, and kicked over the coffin under the shocked and angry gazes of all of them!
"Bang!"
The coffin rolled to the ground, the cover fell down, and an old woman with small feet wearing a bright red shroud and with silver hair rolled out rolled out of the coffin.
