Waves of demonic energy surged out of Sang Qi's hands and sank into the coffin.
It is basically impossible for a monk to return to life, but demon cultivators and ghost cultivators always have some weird ways to do this.
It's just that the person after death is no longer the living human being.
There was a thumping sound in the coffin, and the scene was filled with horror.
"What's going on? Did you fake the corpse?"
"Xiaolan is alive?"
"It must be him. A monk can do anything. Saving an individual is nothing."
Some people were so frightened that they sat down on the ground and did not dare to take a step forward.
The fat aunt was overjoyed, quickly got up from the ground, ran forward, and opened the coffin.
Xiaolan's face was pale and her big innocent eyes were open, "Mom, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."
The fat aunt cried even more miserably. How could Xiaolan know that she had been cold all night and now she had just come back to life.
The fat aunt came forward and hugged her. Xiaolan's body was cold and hard, like a dead person.
Xiaolan was a little embarrassed, "Mom, stop crying, there are outsiders watching."
The fat aunt then wiped away her tears and helped Xiao Lan out of the coffin.
Looking at Sang Qi again, his eyes were full of fear and awe.
A monk who can bring people back to life must be very powerful, not something ordinary people like them can afford to offend.
Sang Qi looked at Xiaolan, "Would you like to follow me?"
Xiaolan answered simply, "Okay."
"Don't you ask where you are going? What are you going to do?"
"As long as I follow you, it doesn't matter where I go or what I do. I've even given you my life. Do I care about anything else?"
Sang Qi wanted to take Xiaolan away. As compensation, he gave the fat aunt a lot of things, including many miraculous medicines that would allow her to live to two hundred years old without any disease or disaster.
The fat aunt was unusually open-minded this time. She asked Xiaolan to tell her carefully, "Learn and practice hard with the monks, and become a capable person in the future."
Xiaolan nodded, "Mom, I will. I will definitely come back to see you when I have time in the future."
Until the two of them disappeared into a flash of light, the fat aunt kept wiping her tears, this time she was happy.
She doesn't know anything about spiritual and demonic cultivation, but she only knows that her daughter can become a monk, and she is happy.
People who originally came to pity the fat aunt suddenly began to envy her.
"You are so lucky. My daughter has the opportunity to become a monk, and you will also enjoy the blessings."
"That's right, your life is really good."
In a small place like this, if there is a monk in the family, the family can walk sideways. Even the Zhao family, who used to be rampant, has to be polite when they see the fat aunt again. No one can bear the revenge of a monk.
The people who were pointing just now are all jealous with envy.
It wasn't until they dispersed that they heard that the Zhao family had been wiped out. They guessed that it was Sang Qi who did it, and they were even more terrified.
Xiaolan followed Sang Qi to do evil everywhere, killing people, slaughtering cities, and even forming a demon sect.
Mo Zunyue went around to stop them from doing evil, and Sang Qi could slip away from Mo Zunyue every time.
They were originally the closest companions, but now he was working with other women to deal with her, teasing her to applause.
Mo Zunyue felt an inexplicable anger in her heart. There were many moments when Mo Zunyue really wanted to kill that woman.
In fact, she did do this. Every time she attacked Xiaolan, killing her with every move, the golden light in her hand turned into a sharp blade and attacked Xiaolan densely.
Mo Zunyue was a god, and it was easy to strangle a demon cultivator. However, when the golden light dissipated, Xiaolan was only slightly injured, not even a vital part.
(End of chapter)
