When everyone entered the stone house, the first thing they saw was the broken coffin, but no bones were spilled out.
Next to the broken coffin, there were six red-cheeked paper figures lying upside down. They were the same ones who had previously carried the sedan for the headless bride.
It's just that these paper figures have now had their heads screwed off, and some have even been dismantled to pieces.
It's like being ravaged by a naughty child origami...
"Oh shit, how could this happen!"
Chen was completely dumbfounded and stood there blankly.
The always cautious Chang Baye rummaged carefully, trying to find the bones of the headless bride.
In the world of spiritual practice, as long as the bones are "in hand", there is a way to summon the soul, so that they will not become a "duckweed" or a "rootless leaf".
On the other hand, if the remains fall into the hands of someone with intentions... then it will be impossible to survive but not die, and will be completely controlled by the other party.
...
Unfortunately, the big worm searched for a long time and finally found nothing.
However, during this process, the careful Chang Baye discovered many unreasonable phenomena.
"Little bastard, little bastard, don't be stupid for now. I want to ask you something."
Chen finally came to his senses, turned his head and said with a sad face.
"It's already here, Master Ba, what do you want to ask? Let's find a way to get our eldest niece back first!"
Da Changchong had no choice but to explain.
"It's about Miss Ruozhao. If you are the eighth master, I am as unruly as you!"
"Then what, you reburied Ruozhao, right?"
"When you fought in the past, the conditions were not good... I mean you couldn't find the 'Juyin Wood' to make a coffin, and you couldn't find the mermaid oil to light the everlasting lamp, right?!"
"Also, you never learned Feng Shui or anything in your previous life, right?"
Faced with Chang Baye's three deadly questions, Chen was speechless for a while.
He scratched the dull green hair on his big head and asked, "Master Ba, do you think we have a good memory?"
Upon hearing this, Da Changchong immediately realized that he had been careless: This guy couldn't even remember what the teacher taught in the last class. How could he be expected to remember things that happened over two thousand years ago.
What's more, when he was reincarnated, he was almost drowned alive by people in the underworld using Meng Po soup...
"Forget it, I didn't ask about being the eighth master..."
Da Changchong gave up, but Chen, who cared about Ruozhao, was quite persistent.
"Baye, Baye, we don't remember, but someone does. Just wait!"
After Chen finished speaking, he closed his eyes tightly and kicked the ground with his bowed legs.
"The sky is full of spirits and the earth is full of spirits. Please understand that the bank is not good enough."
"You've invited our nephew, let's go!"
After the "spell", the handsome "little general" appeared in front of everyone with a confused look on his face.
Who else could it be if it wasn't the famous Fenglang Juxu and Huo Qubing!
At this point in my writing, the author has a long-winded sentence: I always have readers who send me private messages asking me how serious Huo Qubing is.
Let’s put it this way, if he hadn’t died of illness in the sixth year of Mogasuri’s reign at the age of twenty-four, people in Europe would celebrate the New Year just like us, eating dumplings, setting off firecrackers, and posting Spring Festival couplets at the New Year’s Eve dinner.
The Spring Festival couplets must also be written in traditional Chinese characters. If they are not written in a standardized way, you will have to go through a lot of trouble...
After a brief moment of confusion, Huo Qubing raised his fists and saluted Mr. Chen.
"My nephew pays homage to his uncle. He is blessed with good fortune and good health!"
Mr. Chen waved his hands repeatedly with a sad face: "What's wrong with Ankang? Your sister was captured by bad money and her grave was blown up. Think of a solution quickly!"
"Girl?!"
Huo Qubing was stunned when he heard this, and then realized that Chen was talking about Ruozhao.
After all, he was invited by someone Chen once because of this girl some time ago.
(For the above details, please see Chapter 1856 of this book: Please invite my nephew)
Looking at the coffins scattered on the ground, Huo Qubing was furious. He frowned and snorted coldly, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.
"Who did this?!"
"Please tell me, uncle, I will arrest him right now and bring him justice to Ruozhao!!"
Chen shook his head slowly and dejectedly: "If we had known better, we would have gone by ourselves... It was Master Ba who called you up. He wanted to ask something..."
