"What is this?" Lan
After noticing this strange situation, Li Ao couldn't help but look at the other people around him, only to find that they seemed to be paying no attention.
Then he probably didn't notice it.
"Sir, you..."
Li Ya, who was accompanying Li Fan, noticed something and said with a little doubt.
But she wasn't able to see the abnormalities, but she noticed the change in Li Fan's expression.
"Be careful, this funeral is not that simple."
Li Fan stood up with some vigilance. Lan
"Master Li, you..."
"It's okay. My feet are numb from sitting for a long time. I can just take a walk."
Wei Hufeng and others still felt a little strange, but after asking about it, they felt relieved.
So, do whatever you have to do.
This time, although Hong Yingyang made it clear that he was faking his death, he only told the truth to a few close confidants around him. As a result, everyone in Tiangang Hall was filled with grief. More than half of his subordinates did not know the truth and were actually crying in mourning.
Someone was arranged to keep a wake, and he was looking sad at the moment, burning some paper money next to him.
Under the quiet mourning hall, no monks or monks were invited in a hurry, and naturally there was no water or land monastery. There was no large-scale practice. There was only a few white-collar workers playing music. They had already stayed up late into the night and had stopped long ago. Lan
In their opinion, such a scene is really weird.
The officials present looked either rich or noble, but the chief official in the hall seemed to have died in a foreign country and was hastily holding a deserted funeral.
To say that those people were reluctant to spend money... it didn't matter. When they dragged themselves over like a strong man, they were quite generous.
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It's just...it's weird no matter how you look at it.
Li Ao didn't pay attention to those normal ordinary people. His eyes wandered around, paying special attention to the source of the fog.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he discovered that it seemed to be coming from the coffin above the mourning hall.
This place is a borrowed venue, and many villagers in the village have taboos. Even if the officials force them to do so, they will never lend their ancestral hall to these outsiders. Lan
Hong Yingyang did not want to cause trouble, so he took the initiative to give in and found an old house that had been abandoned for a long time to decorate it as a mourning hall.
At this moment, under the dilapidated eaves, white cloth hangs down, and the large paper-tied house looks like a tall building with a memorial tablet in the middle.
On the left and right sides, golden boys and girls stood in wait, showing a frightening pale color under the light of thick white candles.
The "filial sons and grandsons" were burning paper money nearby. Needless to say, it was filled with smoke, but Li Ao could naturally distinguish the normal things that could be clearly observed with the naked eye.
What he really cared about was the coffin hidden by the white cloth in the mourning hall.
Li Fan stepped forward with a bit of dignity and slowly came to the coffin.
The people in Tiangang Hall noticed his strange movement and looked over with some doubts, but they saw Li Ao holding the coffin in deep thought. Lan
"Master Hong...Master Hong?"
After a while, Li Fan seemed to have made up his mind and called softly. The faint voice was like the soul of some existence in the dark night.
"..."
The "filial son and virtuous grandson" who didn't know what was going on was silent.
Wei Hufeng, who knew the inside story, was also silent.
For a while, they couldn't figure out what Li Ao wanted to do, and they all felt that Monk Zhang Er was confused.
There was naturally no sound inside. Lan
But just when Wei Hufeng was about to say something, suddenly, there was a strange sound like fingernails scratching!
"Wha...what?"
"It seems like it's really coming from inside!"
"Isn't it possible? Could it be that Mr. Hong..."
Everyone listened attentively, their eyes gradually moved towards the coffin, and their expressions became more and more uncomfortable.
This is an era of strange resurgence, and some things are about to cause trouble, which is no joke.
Just when some random thoughts were about to occur, suddenly, with a squeak, a big mouse jumped out from under the altar table next to it. Lan
It was a fat gray mouse, hiding on the table next to it, trying to steal the white rice provided to the dead.
But unexpectedly, someone suddenly approached, and he jumped out in fright.
I saw it moving very fast, slipping into the hole under the corner of the wall, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Everyone was stunned, even Li Fan was a little surprised.
After reacting, he couldn't help but laugh to himself.
I might have been too nervous just now, and I couldn't even distinguish the movement so close.
But what made everyone's expressions suddenly change was that the sound like fingernails scratching a wooden board was still there. Lan
And this time, it was more clearly audible.
Definitely not the mouse just now!
It really came from inside the coffin!
"What...what's going on?"
Wei Hufeng, who knew about it, couldn't help but be a little confused.
Li Fan made a quick decision and suddenly opened the coffin and opened the lid!
"..." Lan
Hong Yingyang was lying inside. Although his face was pale, his eyes were open.
"what are you doing?"
He looked at Li Fan with a sharp look, a somewhat puzzled look on his face.
Li Fan said hurriedly: "It's nothing, Master Hong. I just called you several times and you didn't answer. I thought..."
Hong Yingyang looked calm and said calmly: "Master Li, don't you think I'm no longer good?
Don't worry, although the old man is about to die, he can still hold on for these few days. "
The people next to me who knew about it were okay, but the people who didn't know about it almost screamed in surprise. Lan
Fortunately, they can be regarded as veterans who have dealt with many strange things. They reacted suddenly and barely suppressed the shock and surprise in their hearts.
How is this going? Master Hong is not dead, and Master Li also knows that he is not dead.
And Commander Wei leads them...
Co-author: Are you pretending to be dead? Do you want to deceive people in the demon sect?
"I took the liberty."
Li Fan was silent and gently closed the coffin lid, as if he was afraid that he would catch a cold and covered him with a quilt.
"There are still a few days left to endure, so try not to open it again."
Hong Yingyang's faint voice came from inside, giving instructions to Li Chuan with some inexplicable meaning.
If he were so startled, he would be frightened to death.
"clear."
Li Fan responded, but his expression suddenly turned ugly.
"Uncanny Realm (Ghost Valley)"
"It comes from the rumored location of the entrance to the Nine Netherworlds. It is said to be the home of ghosts and ghosts from all over the world. They will embark on a journey to the underworld here."
"A place that breaks the boundary between life and death, and those who can enter and exit freely will be qualified to transcend life and death."
That was the information about the source of the strange realm that spilled out from the coffin. Because of the active exposure, it was finally caught by the true-seeing eyes.
At the same time, Hong Yingyang's state also suddenly changed. He was no longer the alien state before, but became...
"Evil (Clay Man)"
"Those who have reversed life and death have their souls lingering in the valley of ghosts, never entering the netherworld."
"Clay pottery people can retain their original state"
