As soon as the heavy coffin landed on the ground, the faces of several people nearby changed.
Perhaps because the chains binding the coffin had broken, the evil spirit sleeping inside showed signs of waking up early.
A thin gap had opened up at some point between the coffin lid and the coffin body, which had originally been tightly fitted together. Black liquid kept flowing out of it, emitting a strange stench.
It smells like the mud accumulated in the river, and also reminds people of the corpse water after a corpse has rotted for many days.
Even through the thick jade, several people could feel that the thing in the coffin was awakening. The extremely cold aura had no substance, but it was enough to freeze a person's soul.
Especially after Yu Xing took back the black mist, Zhao Ruru, who wanted to say something, closed his mouth. His heart was pounding and he felt an unspeakable fear.
Yu Xing rubbed his shoulders to relieve the pain in his body caused by the weight, and then said, "This thing is very fierce and has too much resentment."
Just now, the white jade coffin was like a small mountain pressing down on him from behind. Although he had taken a long detour, he was trying to get here as quickly as possible. But during the few minutes on the road, the illusion created by the thing in the coffin never stopped.
Sometimes a rotten hand was placed on his shoulder, whispering in his ear; sometimes there was the sound of the coffin being opened, and fingernails scratching the coffin, making a sharp, strange sound.
Yu Xing could sense that the white jade coffin was intact, so he ignored it. However, it was becoming increasingly heavier on his back, and every time it made a sound, it was as if there was another corpse.
By the time he reached the river, he was already carrying hundreds of corpses, which was as heavy as a mountain.
He knew that it was the weight of the innocent life sewn into the evil spirit's body that made even him feel suffocated.
"town!"
Luo Yan spoke briefly and slapped a yellow talisman between the brows of the ghost face on the coffin. His fingertips touched the white jade through the talisman, and immediately the hairs on his body stood up, and he felt cold from his fingers to the top of his head.
This was not the first time this had happened. On their first night in Fengtou Town, they encountered many ghosts that could inspire fear in people. It had nothing to do with their abilities or knowledge; it was purely due to the characteristics of these ghosts.
After the talisman took effect and suppressed the black water, Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Ruru and I have calculated that when the mission countdown ends, it will be the darkest time in Fengtou Town in recent months. So the evil spirit will fully awaken at that time, and Jiang Su will also gain the strongest power at that time. The two appear at the same time, and there will be no room for turning back."
He glanced at the coffin, then stared at Yu Xing, and said in a complicated tone: "But the thing inside seems to be pulled by some force and wants to wake up early - it should be the master who created it who is driving it to stop you from coming."
Fortunately, the black fog has been lingering around the coffin, and the power of the curse has cut off the connection between the dark and the dark. Otherwise, the ghost in the coffin might be born a few minutes earlier, and it would be difficult to bring it to the river again.
Hearing this, Yu Xing raised an eyebrow and said, "Speaking of which, Jiang Po and Master Wanban are still behind us and will catch up soon. I originally wanted to keep them and see if Jiang Su and Li Gui would do anything special to them. But after hearing what you said, Master Wanban still has to die first?"
Too.
This old guy spent so much effort and several years to create an evil ghost in order to resist the evil spirit in the river who became a false god. Since it is used as a trump card, it is impossible that he does not have a way to control the evil ghost.
Otherwise, as soon as the evil ghost comes out, it will definitely tear the master who killed them into pieces.
"That's not good." The sea monster hesitated, "Master Wanban is Jiang Sui's main target of revenge. If we kill him in advance, what will Jiang Sui do if he is unwilling to accept it?"
"That old guy must have important items of the people he turned into evil spirits, maybe human skin and bones, or maybe things of obsession. Only with these can he control the evil spirits through fate connection, and the evil spirits can't do anything to him for the time being." Zhao Ruru put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at Yu Xing who knew this but pretended not to understand and insisted that she explain it. "We just need to snatch these things from Wanban's hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two masterminds who were chasing Yu Xinglai appeared nearby.
Grandma Jiang and Master Wanban stopped fighting. Both of them were in a mess. One had Alan's face and his body was covered in blood, while the other's joints were stiff, like a puppet.
As the two approached, their eyes were glued to the white jade coffin with the talisman paper on it. Jiang Po sneered, "I didn't expect you to go to so much trouble just to bring this coffin to the gods!"
She laughed crazily, "You should have said it earlier! If I had known you were so eager to die, I wouldn't have bothered to stop you!"
In her opinion, if an evil ghost was born in the town, it would become a huge obstacle for Jiang Su to overwhelm everything. But if the evil ghost was born by the river, wouldn't it be equivalent to appearing in Jiang Su's home turf without any preparation?
These ignorant outsiders were simply foolish. Instead of taking this opportunity to run in the opposite direction, they found themselves facing the wrath of God.
Master Wanban was the opposite of her. When he saw the coffin being suppressed, his eyes became fierce for a moment and he cursed, "Do you know that this will harm everyone?"
"Once the evil creature in the river appears, it will not care whether you are good or bad. It hates humans and is born to submerge everything. When the time comes, no one, whether you or the people in the town, will be able to escape!"
Zhao Ruru may have a partial understanding of the plot of the dungeon, but she will never suffer a loss in verbal attacks. She said loudly: "Isn't this all thanks to you? Just know how many bad things you have done. So many lives must be blamed on you!"
"You!" Master Wanban's eyes widened, and suddenly he saw the bell in his hand, and his pupils shrank. "Who are you from the Inugami tribe? A priest?"
Grandma Jiang also narrowed her eyes, as if the word triggered some memories.
Zhao Ruru snorted and laughed: "It's your Saint Grandma!"
Yu Xing glanced at her.
Seeing that she was not surprised at all, she probably had some guesses about the backgrounds of Master Wanban and Jiang Po, but she probably didn't have the chance to know that Jiang Po and Master Wanban were from the same school.
Sure enough, ever since she was assigned the identity of the Holy Maiden of the Inugami Clan, she had never really revealed to anyone the information that she knew at the beginning of this character.
When they heard that she was a saint, the expressions of the duo behind the scenes became even more strange.
They seemed to be somewhat afraid of the ethnic group represented by the saint, and seemed to be aroused by strong hatred. They actually looked at each other briefly, and then attacked Zhao Ruru at the same time!
Zhao Ruru's taunting skill was effective. She took two steps back skillfully, protecting the other three people in front of her, and whispered, "Hurry up, hurry up, grab the things from Master Wanban at this time! I'm not good at fighting, so I'm relying on you."
Yu Xing has become accustomed to this.
He carefully observed the expressions of Jiang Po and Wanban, trying to determine whether these two people were really going after Zhao Ruru.
No.
Not exactly.
The two of them still set their sights on the white jade coffin, but tried to divert their attention by using the issue of the Holy Maiden of the Inugami tribe.
After all, Grandma Jiang and Master Wanban were once fellow disciples and knew each other well, so it was very difficult for them to cooperate with each other. Shadow puppets, vengeful spirits, spells targeting the eight characters, and so on came one after another.
If there really was a vixen present, a saint with no fighting power, a merchant young master, and a former young lady of the Feng family who came back for revenge but was not to be feared, they would definitely not be able to hold on.
Unfortunately, with only one minute left in the disaster countdown, the modellers' minds were also focused to the extreme.
Zhao Yijiu, who almost killed him with one blow, handed the tripod to Luo Yan expressionlessly and said, "Bury it."
Then, the shadow was like his palm, rummaging through the body of Master Wanban, who was pierced like a sieve, and took out many strange and fragmentary objects.
He held all these items in front of Yu Xing and whispered, "See which one is the key to controlling the evil spirit."
Yu Xing was surprised: "Great, Jiuge, you have good ears. You heard us talking before we even showed up just now?"
Zhao Yijiu said nothing, and did not explain that the shadow was his eyes and ears. He also ignored the screams of Master Wanban who had deliberately spared his life on his shadow. He just repeated, "Look quickly."
He looked as if he was totally unaffected by Jiang Su or the evil spirit in the coffin.
Jiang Po escaped the disaster thanks to her young body. She looked at the scene which was beyond her imagination in doubt and amazement. She caught a glimpse of Zhao Mou and others who were dragging a group of wealthy businessmen crying for their parents and realized that she was no match for them.
These are a group of monsters that came from nowhere!
None of them are human!
She suddenly turned her head, knelt down towards the river, kowtowed and bowed:
"God, eat them, eat them!"
"Just like you used to eat me!"
"Let's end everything here!"
Perhaps because the chains binding the coffin had broken, the evil spirit sleeping inside showed signs of waking up early.
A thin gap had opened up at some point between the coffin lid and the coffin body, which had originally been tightly fitted together. Black liquid kept flowing out of it, emitting a strange stench.
It smells like the mud accumulated in the river, and also reminds people of the corpse water after a corpse has rotted for many days.
Even through the thick jade, several people could feel that the thing in the coffin was awakening. The extremely cold aura had no substance, but it was enough to freeze a person's soul.
Especially after Yu Xing took back the black mist, Zhao Ruru, who wanted to say something, closed his mouth. His heart was pounding and he felt an unspeakable fear.
Yu Xing rubbed his shoulders to relieve the pain in his body caused by the weight, and then said, "This thing is very fierce and has too much resentment."
Just now, the white jade coffin was like a small mountain pressing down on him from behind. Although he had taken a long detour, he was trying to get here as quickly as possible. But during the few minutes on the road, the illusion created by the thing in the coffin never stopped.
Sometimes a rotten hand was placed on his shoulder, whispering in his ear; sometimes there was the sound of the coffin being opened, and fingernails scratching the coffin, making a sharp, strange sound.
Yu Xing could sense that the white jade coffin was intact, so he ignored it. However, it was becoming increasingly heavier on his back, and every time it made a sound, it was as if there was another corpse.
By the time he reached the river, he was already carrying hundreds of corpses, which was as heavy as a mountain.
He knew that it was the weight of the innocent life sewn into the evil spirit's body that made even him feel suffocated.
"town!"
Luo Yan spoke briefly and slapped a yellow talisman between the brows of the ghost face on the coffin. His fingertips touched the white jade through the talisman, and immediately the hairs on his body stood up, and he felt cold from his fingers to the top of his head.
This was not the first time this had happened. On their first night in Fengtou Town, they encountered many ghosts that could inspire fear in people. It had nothing to do with their abilities or knowledge; it was purely due to the characteristics of these ghosts.
After the talisman took effect and suppressed the black water, Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Ruru and I have calculated that when the mission countdown ends, it will be the darkest time in Fengtou Town in recent months. So the evil spirit will fully awaken at that time, and Jiang Su will also gain the strongest power at that time. The two appear at the same time, and there will be no room for turning back."
He glanced at the coffin, then stared at Yu Xing, and said in a complicated tone: "But the thing inside seems to be pulled by some force and wants to wake up early - it should be the master who created it who is driving it to stop you from coming."
Fortunately, the black fog has been lingering around the coffin, and the power of the curse has cut off the connection between the dark and the dark. Otherwise, the ghost in the coffin might be born a few minutes earlier, and it would be difficult to bring it to the river again.
Hearing this, Yu Xing raised an eyebrow and said, "Speaking of which, Jiang Po and Master Wanban are still behind us and will catch up soon. I originally wanted to keep them and see if Jiang Su and Li Gui would do anything special to them. But after hearing what you said, Master Wanban still has to die first?"
Too.
This old guy spent so much effort and several years to create an evil ghost in order to resist the evil spirit in the river who became a false god. Since it is used as a trump card, it is impossible that he does not have a way to control the evil ghost.
Otherwise, as soon as the evil ghost comes out, it will definitely tear the master who killed them into pieces.
"That's not good." The sea monster hesitated, "Master Wanban is Jiang Sui's main target of revenge. If we kill him in advance, what will Jiang Sui do if he is unwilling to accept it?"
"That old guy must have important items of the people he turned into evil spirits, maybe human skin and bones, or maybe things of obsession. Only with these can he control the evil spirits through fate connection, and the evil spirits can't do anything to him for the time being." Zhao Ruru put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at Yu Xing who knew this but pretended not to understand and insisted that she explain it. "We just need to snatch these things from Wanban's hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two masterminds who were chasing Yu Xinglai appeared nearby.
Grandma Jiang and Master Wanban stopped fighting. Both of them were in a mess. One had Alan's face and his body was covered in blood, while the other's joints were stiff, like a puppet.
As the two approached, their eyes were glued to the white jade coffin with the talisman paper on it. Jiang Po sneered, "I didn't expect you to go to so much trouble just to bring this coffin to the gods!"
She laughed crazily, "You should have said it earlier! If I had known you were so eager to die, I wouldn't have bothered to stop you!"
In her opinion, if an evil ghost was born in the town, it would become a huge obstacle for Jiang Su to overwhelm everything. But if the evil ghost was born by the river, wouldn't it be equivalent to appearing in Jiang Su's home turf without any preparation?
These ignorant outsiders were simply foolish. Instead of taking this opportunity to run in the opposite direction, they found themselves facing the wrath of God.
Master Wanban was the opposite of her. When he saw the coffin being suppressed, his eyes became fierce for a moment and he cursed, "Do you know that this will harm everyone?"
"Once the evil creature in the river appears, it will not care whether you are good or bad. It hates humans and is born to submerge everything. When the time comes, no one, whether you or the people in the town, will be able to escape!"
Zhao Ruru may have a partial understanding of the plot of the dungeon, but she will never suffer a loss in verbal attacks. She said loudly: "Isn't this all thanks to you? Just know how many bad things you have done. So many lives must be blamed on you!"
"You!" Master Wanban's eyes widened, and suddenly he saw the bell in his hand, and his pupils shrank. "Who are you from the Inugami tribe? A priest?"
Grandma Jiang also narrowed her eyes, as if the word triggered some memories.
Zhao Ruru snorted and laughed: "It's your Saint Grandma!"
Yu Xing glanced at her.
Seeing that she was not surprised at all, she probably had some guesses about the backgrounds of Master Wanban and Jiang Po, but she probably didn't have the chance to know that Jiang Po and Master Wanban were from the same school.
Sure enough, ever since she was assigned the identity of the Holy Maiden of the Inugami Clan, she had never really revealed to anyone the information that she knew at the beginning of this character.
When they heard that she was a saint, the expressions of the duo behind the scenes became even more strange.
They seemed to be somewhat afraid of the ethnic group represented by the saint, and seemed to be aroused by strong hatred. They actually looked at each other briefly, and then attacked Zhao Ruru at the same time!
Zhao Ruru's taunting skill was effective. She took two steps back skillfully, protecting the other three people in front of her, and whispered, "Hurry up, hurry up, grab the things from Master Wanban at this time! I'm not good at fighting, so I'm relying on you."
Yu Xing has become accustomed to this.
He carefully observed the expressions of Jiang Po and Wanban, trying to determine whether these two people were really going after Zhao Ruru.
No.
Not exactly.
The two of them still set their sights on the white jade coffin, but tried to divert their attention by using the issue of the Holy Maiden of the Inugami tribe.
After all, Grandma Jiang and Master Wanban were once fellow disciples and knew each other well, so it was very difficult for them to cooperate with each other. Shadow puppets, vengeful spirits, spells targeting the eight characters, and so on came one after another.
If there really was a vixen present, a saint with no fighting power, a merchant young master, and a former young lady of the Feng family who came back for revenge but was not to be feared, they would definitely not be able to hold on.
Unfortunately, with only one minute left in the disaster countdown, the modellers' minds were also focused to the extreme.
Zhao Yijiu, who almost killed him with one blow, handed the tripod to Luo Yan expressionlessly and said, "Bury it."
Then, the shadow was like his palm, rummaging through the body of Master Wanban, who was pierced like a sieve, and took out many strange and fragmentary objects.
He held all these items in front of Yu Xing and whispered, "See which one is the key to controlling the evil spirit."
Yu Xing was surprised: "Great, Jiuge, you have good ears. You heard us talking before we even showed up just now?"
Zhao Yijiu said nothing, and did not explain that the shadow was his eyes and ears. He also ignored the screams of Master Wanban who had deliberately spared his life on his shadow. He just repeated, "Look quickly."
He looked as if he was totally unaffected by Jiang Su or the evil spirit in the coffin.
Jiang Po escaped the disaster thanks to her young body. She looked at the scene which was beyond her imagination in doubt and amazement. She caught a glimpse of Zhao Mou and others who were dragging a group of wealthy businessmen crying for their parents and realized that she was no match for them.
These are a group of monsters that came from nowhere!
None of them are human!
She suddenly turned her head, knelt down towards the river, kowtowed and bowed:
"God, eat them, eat them!"
"Just like you used to eat me!"
"Let's end everything here!"
