When Qiu Ming asked again, King Taishan refused to say more, and only urged the little ghost to put on a banquet. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info was cleaning up the book of life and death, and the judge raised his head and said: "King, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for Jiaoke to stay in the underworld for a long time. King Taishan was very dissatisfied and said, "Why? The king's beloved son-in-law came to see me, and he couldn't even eat the banquet? ”

The judge said: "If the king wants to stay here for a long time, he can naturally drink with confidence, and if he wants to let him return to the world, I am afraid that it will be delayed for a long time, and my body will not be good." ”

A sentence woke up the person in the dream, and Qiu Ming remembered that Tie Guan Li had not returned from Xianyou for a long time, and his body was burned by someone, and he could only attach himself to a lame beggar, and he immediately shuddered. King Taishan also seemed to know the power of this, and immediately informed the boy and girl to arrange a carriage to send Tyumen back.

When I came, I ran, and when I went back, I flew it, and when Tyumen looked down from the car window, he could only see a gray patch, like an airplane passing through the clouds. Tyumen was about to jokingly ask if there was a parachute or something, but the boy lifted him expressionlessly and threw him from the sky.

Tyumen was shocked, raised his arms and tried to sit up, but hit his head on the board. He looked around and found that he seemed to be lying in a crucified coffin, sealed on all sides, and there was no light in sight. Qiu Ming's surprise was not trivial, and he hurriedly beat the wooden plank, but the space inside the coffin was so small that he could barely bend his arms, and where could he make any loud sounds, he could only make a few dull bubui sounds. And what Tyumen didn't know was that the outer layer of the coffin was also covered with a thick coffin, and even if he set firecrackers inside, the people next to him would not be able to hear if they didn't put their ears on the coffin.

The funeral was being sent out of the city outside, except for Diao Chan, who was forced to stay in Cai Mansion to recuperate, almost all the people who had something to do with Qiuming followed the team, whether it was true or not, and their faces showed a heavy sadness. Cai Wenji was covered with vegetarian clothes, and her eyes were swollen like peaches, but she still endured her grief and completed the rituals according to Binyi's instructions.

After crossing the long street, the procession was about to leave the city, when a fast horse came after him from the city, and immediately the old man was the elusive Hu Muban, and the horse was about to rush into the coffin-carrying people. Dian Wei Bao roared angrily and joined forces to capture him from his mount, but Hu Muban ignored their rudeness and shouted, "He is not dead yet, you can't bury him like this." ”

Cai Wenji was crying a little dizzy, and when she heard this, she asked Zhang Yulan, "What is the old man shouting?" Zhang Yulan didn't dare to say uncertainly: "He seems to be saying that Qiuming is not dead." Cao Cao said: "This person is called Hu Muban, the most pretending to be a ghost in his life, Qiu Ming's last words during the banquet were to talk to this person, I don't know what the mystery is." ”

Cai Wenji nodded, and was about to ask Dian Wei to bring Hu Muban over to ask for clarification, when a galloping carriage rushed from the direction of the city gate, and the driver of the carriage shouted loudly: "The horse is startled, the people on the road get out of the way." ”

Pedestrians have been running away, but the coffins of Tyumen have filled almost the entire street, but where can they let them pass? Wen Chou shouted and rushed forward to pull the galloping horse, but the coachman shouted: "I can't hold it, let's run for my life", jumped into the crowd and disappeared.

Wen Chou saw the horse's momentum and stretched out his hand to pull the reins, and was about to pull the carriage to a stop, when a burst of flames suddenly rose from the middle of the carriage, and the flames almost burned him. Wen Chou was suddenly startled, and subconsciously let go, and the carriage continued to rush towards the funeral crowd like a burning fireball.

Wei Yan's eyes were quick, and he snatched the spirit flag in the hands of others and used it as a spear, stabbed the frantic galloping horse to death with one shot, and then picked the carriage to the open space next to him, which attracted everyone's praise. Wei Yan was triumphant, and suddenly heard someone shouting: "It's also coming from behind, you can go to the rear team to pick it up." ”

Everyone looked behind them together, only to see two more burning carriages appear in the direction of the city, crashing towards the crowd with great momentum. Now even the most discerning people could see that it was a premeditated attack, and the crowd ran for shelter, and the street seemed much more deserted for a moment. Cai Wenji was so angry that her hands and feet were cold, tears were streaming down her face, and she kept chanting: "The dead husband's bones are not cold, these people still want to humiliate him like this." ”

Dian Wei Bao let go of Hu Muban, and rushed to a carriage alone, it seemed that he also forced the carriage to stop as if he was learning from Wei Yan. At this time, a sudden change arose, and dozens of black-clothed people rushed out from the shops on both sides of the long street, and rushed straight to Tyumen's coffin through the crowd.

At this funeral, everyone didn't bring weapons, and no one would have thought of the need to protect the completely useless coffin, so it was just a moment of stunned time, and they actually rushed over. The man in black in the lead swung his knife, and the huge coffin immediately split apart, revealing the red-painted coffin inside.

Cai Wenji saw the coffin naked, and her eyes were almost dark, but fortunately she was supported by Zhang Yulan. Cai Wenji took a deep breath and screamed: "Kill them, kill them all." The generals had never seen Cai Wenji so excited, and the words of Qiuming's corpse were also a great shame for them, and everyone pounced on them with red eyes.

Those men in black had already had the will to die, ignoring the threat from behind, they cut twice and found that they couldn't cut the coffin, so they simply stuck the coffin crack and pried it hard, and actually lifted the coffin lid.

Before the lid of the coffin was raised, a large puff of lime was thrown out of the coffin, and the nearest few men in black were sprinkled all over their faces, and two of them immediately burned their eyes and festered, and they wailed in pain. When the lime was gone, he saw that Tyuming had already run more than a dozen steps away from the ground, and was still stumbling towards Liao Hua, who was the closest.

Liao Hua saw Qiu Ming wearing a shroud and his face painted with rouge, rushing towards him like a life-seeking ghost on the stage, and he was so frightened that he retreated again and again. Huang Zhong scolded in the distance: "Coward, what are you retreating, why don't you come forward to save people?" Liao Hua said; Is he a person? Not a ghost? Then I'm relieved. He immediately rushed forward, protected Tyumen behind him, and made a look of faithful protector of the Lord.

The black-clothed man in the lead shouted: "The dog thief Qiu Ming really did tricks again, but he couldn't hide it from Brother Zhou's eyes. ”

Qiu Ming opened his mouth and was about to speak, but he found that he was screaming in horror in the coffin just now, and even his voice was hoarse, so he had to hiss: "Trick your sister, your trick will lock you in the coffin and wait for death?" Depend on. ”

Hearing this word, all those who are familiar with Tyumen immediately understand that this is really Tyumen back, not a lonely ghost, not a monster mountain spirit, but a living and obscene and interesting Tyumen. Cai Wenji's eyes were moist, she felt that the sky was clear again, the earth was moist again, the world that had withered was rejuvenated, her tears poured out like a mountain spring, and she suddenly fainted.