After listening to King Zhenshan's words, Fang Zheng was thoughtful.
Since King Zhenshan voluntarily backed down and showed kindness to him, Fangzheng accepted it when he saw it.
He is not the kind of person who does not know what is good or bad.
Afterwards, the link of choosing the coffin was not difficult, because Fangzheng had already chosen the coffin from the very beginning.
"Just choose her."
Fangzheng raised his hand and pointed.
It is Yin Luosha's coffin.
"Well."
The king of Zhenshan, who had kept his word and vowed frankly before, let out a cry of astonishment.
Then he persuaded with some hesitation and hesitation: "Young man, if you don't mind, why don't you choose this old coffin?"
"The coffin of the old man is made of the precious blood sandalwood in the world. It will not rot after a thousand years of feng shui. In addition, it will be nourished day and night with the dark energy of the old man for a thousand years. Treasures of heaven and earth."
"I mind very much." Fangzheng directly refused.
King Zhenshan: "..."
Fangzheng added another sentence in a serious tone: "I am more comfortable with beds than silver gauze coffins."
King Zhenshan: "..."
A middle-aged scribe still embedded in the rock wall as a background painting: "..."
The last remaining coffin: "..."
Is that a bed
That is clearly a coffin!
You are a living person, live well, recognize a ghost's coffin!
You kid is fooling around!
"What? Could it be that I can't take Yin Luosha's coffin away? Just now King Zhenshan personally said that as long as I like the coffin, I can take it away." Fangzheng said at this time, as if he remembered something, his face revealed A touch of eccentricity.
"Yin Luosha is the daughter of Zhenshan King?"
"This coffin is Yin Luosha's dowry, so can't I take it away?"
Fangzheng came to Yin Luosha's red lacquered wooden coffin, which was so red that it was about to cry blood, and asked in amazement.
King Zhenshan's tone was melancholy: "If Yin Luosha is really the daughter of an old man, that would be fine. The green smoke from my ancestral grave is higher than the smoke of a wolf, and I will wake up laughing when I lie in a coffin."
Next, King Zhenshan explained the whole story.
"Yin Luosha is the same age as you, a proud child of heaven who has already reached the peak of the late stage of the Night Tourist. It's a pity that the sky is jealous of talents. In the era she lived in, the recovery of spiritual energy only started the first round, so With a single achievement, he will stop at the peak of the night traveler in the later stage of his life, and he will not be able to take another step forward."
"Yin Luosha was once selected by my lineage of gravekeepers as the potential seed most likely to impact the Yin God in history, but it is a pity that the last session of spiritual recovery ended too quickly and too suddenly, and she has not yet After crossing the threshold of Riyoushi, the world returned to silence again, and the aura was exhausted. If, this time, the aura recovery opportunity, she can't break through, and use it to repair the damaged foundation in the hundreds of years of aura exhaustion, Yin Luosha's The opportunity of the Yin God may be interrupted here."
"I am the gravekeeper who has the most hope in history to become the Yin God, and the first person to become the Yin God's favored child may also miss it. This miss may be forever, and I don't know how many millennia I will have to wait for the next time... "
After listening to King Zhenshan's words, Fangzheng was slightly surprised.
Unexpectedly, Yin Luosha has such a background.
"Yin god..."
It is precisely because of this that although Zhenshan King can suppress the seventy-two gates of ghosts, some of them cannot suppress Yin Luosha.
Compared with him back then, Yin Luosha's qualifications are much stronger! too much!
"Young man, you and Yin Luosha are both seeds of potential. Maybe there will be many opportunities for cooperation in the future. They are both coffins anyway. Look at the old coffin and Yin Luosha's coffin. There is not much difference between them." King Zhenshan bitterly again Bitterly persuaded Fang Zheng.
Fangzheng thought about it for three seconds.
"But I still accept the bed, and I still want to choose Yin Luosha's coffin."
King Zhenshan: "..."
Doesn't this kid understand human speech
Could it be that people who wield knives like the bloody hand Rentu of Yinsi are all so overbearing! Do they all have an elm head that doesn't know how to adapt!
He ran to grab the coffin at every turn!
With Fang Zheng's unyielding attitude, he finally carried Yin Luosha's coffin away happily.
He doesn't need a coffin.
A coffin board with a large cross-section is sufficient.
These are not ordinary coffins. The coffins of these bigwigs are just a coffin board, which is as thick as a palm and weighs a thousand catties at every turn.
It can be used as a material for making spiritual weapons.
So Fangzheng decided to carry away the coffin board for the time being, and try the effect first.
This time, with the help of Zhenshan King, Fangzheng easily picked up the coffin board. As a result, when he looked into the coffin, it was empty.
No one was lying down.
King Zhenshan quickly answered Fangzheng's question: "Yin Luosha is not at the seventy-two gates of ghosts now, which is why the last time the bloody hand of the Yin Division came here, he borrowed Yin Luosha's coffin."
The blood-handed butcher that King Zhenshan spoke of was none other than Butcher Zhang.
Fangzheng did not ask where Yin Luosha had gone. Since Butcher Zhang already knew about it, it meant that Yin Luosha's departure from the Seventy-two Gates of Hell was approved by officials.
For Fang Zheng, there is no pressure to carry it on his shoulders. Now that this place is over, no one wants to stay longer in the gloomy pile of corpses. Fang Zheng plans to return to Zhou City.
However, just before Fangzheng was about to leave the corpse hole, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He was carrying a heavy, thick coffin board, and turned to look at the corpse hole behind him.
"King Zhenshan, what is that unknown monster I encountered when I entered the seventy-two gates of hell?"
"Tomb Slayer."
"Tomb-slayer beast?" Fangzheng's eyes flashed strangely.
He subconsciously looked at the two tomb-suppressing beasts with signs of wear and tear.
"All outsiders who peek at the tomb of the mountain god will be attacked by the tomb-slayer beast. My tomb guard guards this place where corpses gather all the year round. It is rare for guests to visit. I will take another shot for you and temporarily suppress it for you. Tomb-Suppressing Beast, I will send you safely out of the seventy-two ghost gates."
"Young man, come back."
King Zhenshan's voice began to bring out a trace of fatigue.
His foundation has regressed severely, every time he makes a move or wakes up from a deep sleep, he is depleting his own lifespan, just like every strenuous exercise of ordinary people consumes physical strength.
Fangzheng understood this truth.
He thanked Zhenshan King, then walked out of the corpse cave with the coffin on his shoulders.
It was at this time that the incense stick that Fangzheng inserted at the entrance of the corpse cave finally burned out, and the ashes fell to the ground...
Afterwards, the corpse cave returned to darkness again.
Click, click, click...
In the darkness, there was a strange sound, and a large number of stones rolled down from a high place.
The middle-aged scribe, who had been stuck on the rock wall all this time, broke free from the big hole in the rock wall with a piercing appearance.
When he landed, at this moment, a paper-wrapped figure came out from the darkness and stood beside the middle-aged scribe.
puff! puff!
Controlling the yin force, he cut off the arms and legs of the paper piercer, and then connected them to himself. The middle-aged scribe regained his hands and feet, and then he walked towards one of the coffins.
"Old friend, my home was demolished by that violent kid, and I am homeless now, can I squeeze with you?"
Boom!
The coffin lid was opened and closed heavily, keeping the middle-aged scribes out of the coffin.
It seems to be scolding: Gewuen.
In the dark, the middle-aged scribe continued to harass with a cheeky face: "Old friend, let me squeeze with you..."
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I don’t know if it’s my illusion, I always feel like I’m driving, but I can’t find evidence, so after thinking about it, I decided to change the name of “White Tiger King” to “Yin Luosha”.
(end of this chapter)