There is a small and medium-sized force in the east of Ghost Continent, named: Weiyun Sect. His old sect master, Ling Weiyun, became famous for breaking through to rank eight high-level ghost spirits in his later years. The Weiyun Sect followed the rising trend and in turn suppressed the Black Water Sect and the Dead Leaf Sect.
But the good times don't last long!
Just as Ling Weiyun's eightieth birthday was approaching, he suddenly died suddenly and unprovoked at home. His death was strange and strange, which shocked all the powerful forces within a hundred miles.
The Weiyun Sect was mourned with cannons flying to the sky, the whole sect wore sackcloth, wore mourning, and cried mournfully...
"Dad~! You died so miserably...!"
"Master~, how could you leave me alone!"
Two middle-aged men and an old woman in her sixties were crying loudly around the coffin in the mourning hall. It was so miserable!
It was Ling Weiyun's two sons and widow.
"Alas~! The dead cannot be resurrected. The old lady and the two young sect masters please express your condolences and submit!" The representatives of the other forces sighed secretly, frowned at the three people who were overflowing with emotion, and spoke to persuade them.
Hearing this, the three people who were crying and beating the ground raised their eyebrows, looked at each other secretly through the seams of their sleeves, and stood up together slowly. The old lady even pretended to be unstable and was about to fall. The two sons quickly cooperated and supported each other.
"What the second uncle said is that we will send dad away right now!" A trace of ecstasy flashed in the depths of Ling Chi and Ling Han's tear-filled eyes, and they quickly responded to an old man in his seventies.
The two of them are not worried at all. Their second uncle Chen Chen left the Ling family, which was still weak at that time, decades ago. Now Chen Chen has become the powerful chief elder of the Dead Leaf Sect, and his cultivation level has reached level six. He has the level of an intermediate ghost spirit master, but abandoning the Ling family is doomed to miss the inheritance of ghost spirits!
"Let's get started! I'm very busy and don't have time to waste time on these complicated clichés." The eldest brother Ling Weiyun, who had a hint of brotherly love, is dead, and his two sons are so useless. If they didn't represent the Dead Leaf Sect, the elders in the morning would not even want to see him. These two people.
"Okay!" Ling Chi and Ling Han hid the murderous look in their eyes. After everyone stepped back ten meters, they quickly stepped forward and knelt in front of the coffin, with their hands stretched out as if they were offering sacrifices to the sky!
"My ancestors! The eighth generation of the Ling family, Ling Chi, Ling Han..." The two people kneeling on the ground were full of excitement. They paused, kowtowed together excitedly, and continued to pray loudly: "I beg you to pray for spiritual enlightenment!"
The mournful music was still playing, and the rest of the onlookers were no longer surprised. On the contrary, there were many who looked envious.
A quarter of an hour passed...
"Quack~" A big white-eyed crow flew by.
The two funny guys with their buttocks raised so high were still kneeling with their hands spread out, waiting for the baptism.
But there was no movement on the coffin!
Failed to attract spirits?
Everyone was in an uproar, this was something that had never happened before! I couldn't help but look at Ling Chi and the two of them with strange eyes!
The faint smile on the old lady's face froze. Seeing everyone's eyes glancing back and forth at the three of them, the old lady's face was full of embarrassment.
Elder Qingchen was even more impatient with waiting, and angrily urged the two of them to pray again to attract the spirits.
"I beseech the ancestors to imbue you with souls!" The two of them looked confused and bowed their heads again. Before they could finish speaking, their eyes went dark!
"Bang~!" There was a loud noise, accompanied by two screams, and the coffin lid exploded strangely, directly smashing the faces of the two guys who stretched out their hands and leaned forward to worship!
The mourning and music stopped abruptly, and everyone stared at the lidless coffin with their mouths open and their hearts trembling wildly.
"Snapped!"
An old withered hand grasped the wooden board of the coffin, affecting everyone's nerves. Then, a series of rumbling sounds came, and the entire coffin exploded into pieces.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, a haggard old man with gray hair crawled out from the flying sawdust! He just happened to be head to head with those two dizzy guys!
"Ah~! Damn it...! Don't come over here." As soon as the blurry vision of the two people recovered, a pale wrinkled smiling face was reflected in the pupils!
"Dad, don't scare me...! My son is timid."
Ling Chi and Ling Han's expressions changed greatly, they were trembling with fear, and they kept kowtowing like rattles.
"Good son...! Daddy misses you...go home and see you!" An ethereal and stiff voice sounded, which sounded extremely penetrating.
Then, the two people who were kowtowing trembled and stopped their movements. A chill crept up behind them, and their scalps became numb, because those dry old hands that were as biting as frost were stroking their heads!
"Ah~! You're a corpse..." A scream came out, and several of the onlookers jumped up and ran away. In fear, they didn't even dare to take away their instruments.
The musicians hired here were just a few ordinary people, so they were naturally frightened, but those two idiots Ling Chi were rank five ghost spirit masters! He was so frightened.
"Where is the monster?" Elder Chen Chen shook his head and sighed secretly. He took the lead and shouted loudly, waking up the other low-level ghost masters who were sluggish.
Suddenly, dark black tokens were thrown out one after another, and more than fifty disciples of the Weiyun Sect immediately surrounded the three figures.
fainted? It's really useless...
Pushing away the two useless things that were an eyesore, the old man stood up slowly, with a smile that was uglier than crying on his pale old face: "Ahem~! Second brother Chen! I am your eldest brother Ling Weiyun..."
Elder Chen was startled in the morning. Second brother Chen? Only my eldest brother would call me that! Is it possible...
"Are you really Brother Weiyun?"
Seeing that he was still a little confused in the early morning, Ling Weiyun or Feng Ling weakly fell to the ground. He caught a glimpse of a figure and rushed over in panic. The corner of his mouth raised slightly and then returned to normal!
"Brother~!" Elder Chen Chen caught the withered old man and burst into tears!
Everyone around was in an uproar and put down the token in their hands in embarrassment, but did not take it back.
"Master~!" Pan Yuanshi cried quickly and threw herself in front of Ling Weiyun, pretending to be dignified.
"Who are you?" A trace of disgust flashed in Feng Ling's eyes. With the help of Elder Chen, she stood up and looked coldly at the old woman on the ground.
Pan Yuanshi was shocked, has this old guy lost his memory?
"Ah! I am your first wife...!"
Make a wife! ?
So old...
Feng Ling's old eye twitched. He was already unlucky enough, but if he had another old woman as his wife...
My balls hurt! After all, Lao Bo was also an extraordinary-looking son in his previous life, and he didn't know where the young and beautiful female suitors were.
"Nonsense! I don't know you at all, get out of here right now!"
"Master! You..., wuwu~" Pan Yuanshi cried and ran out. Seeing the tearful look, she felt aggrieved, but she was secretly happy that she had just escaped.
"Brother! Are you okay?" Elder Chen Qing frowned and asked in a low voice.
"It's okay, it's okay! Let's go, we brothers haven't seen each other for many years, let's go have a drink together!" He waved his hand.
Feng Ling didn't even take off her shroud, and regardless of the weird looks from everyone, she dragged Elder Chen Chen out of the mourning hall with unsteady steps.
After walking for a long time, I didn’t walk more than a few meters...
Damn it! This body is really in decline, Feng Ling couldn't stop cursing.
Secretly sighing: "Forget it, I'm lucky to be reborn, just make do with it!"
Even if you are driving an old machine, there is nothing wrong with it! ? I believe that with my unpredictable assassination methods in my previous life, I will be able to get along like a fish in water!
It's just...an old guy who is almost buried, yet he still goes out to show off and abuse others...
Is this really good...? ?
