It wasn't until the coffin bearer walked away that I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and for a moment, my face was pale and ugly.

Looking at the seven-year-old master and Chang Wanqing again, they also had sad faces, even frightened.

In the curseless town, the exorcists who are not afraid of carrying the coffin can be counted on one hand.

Seeing the coffin man walking away, my anger rose in my heart, and I opened the door and walked towards the Wrangler at the door, only to see a clear footprint on the butt of the Wrangler's car.

The footprint was almost twice the size of a normal person, and it was deeply imprinted on the butt of the car.

I guess this is the mark left by the person who carried the coffin.

At the position of the door handle, the Soul Melting Grass in the center of the earth was still floating in the wind, and no one took it away.

In fact, as long as anyone lives in a curseless town, no one dares to take this thing. Whoever takes this Soul Melting Grass in the Heart of the Earth means that he will kill the person who carries the coffin.

Even if you don't have that idea, the coffin bearer thinks you're going to kill him.

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, and I wanted to crush the Soul Melting Grass in the center of the earth, but suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I saw the white-haired old man kneeling at the corner of the street, kneeling respectfully in front of us, and bowing.

After three consecutive times, he slowly got up and turned away, back into his room.

I don't know what's going on, but suddenly I feel so pitiful for this old man.

In the face of the extremely powerful coffin bearer, he had no way to kill him, so he could only rely on a heart-melting soul grass to invite a master to kill the coffin bearer.

The reason why he is still here even when he is old is probably caused by the obsession in his heart.

But if you want to kill the coffin bearer, you can't trap us like this, right?

Suddenly, from the next room, the South China Sea Spell Master's gloating voice came again: "Yo, you really dare to take the Earth Heart Soul Melting Grass." ”

"Tut, these days, there are not many warriors who dare to kill the coffin bearer, big brother, come on!"

I kicked the door next door and yelled, "Shut up! ”

When I kicked me like this, the voice on the other side immediately stopped abruptly.

I opened the door, threw the Soul Melting Grass on the table, and said, "We've been pitted, and the coffin bearer is afraid that they will stare at us!" ”

Chang Wanqing's face was ugly, and he sighed: "It's troublesome." ”

The seven-year-old master was very indifferent, and said, "Trouble? Who doesn't bother people in a curseless town? ”

"Don't worry, although the person carrying the coffin is powerful, he has always been a lonely person, and there were a few subordinates before, but it seems to be greedy, and he was directly chewed by him as a snack."

And he rarely leaves the area around the Uncursed Town, let alone the Uncursed Road. It is said that the Uncursed Guardian said that if the person carrying the coffin dared to enter the uncursed road, he would kill the person carrying the coffin himself. ”

I listened to it with a good sense of energy, and if that's the case, then there's no need to worry about it.

As long as he avoids him in the uncursed town, and when he reaches the uncursed road, is it possible that he still dares to chase after him?

Thinking of this, I looked at the Soul Melting Grass in my hand again and said, "What to do with this thing?" ”

The seven-year-old master was unimpressed, and said, "Keep it for now, it's a good thing to mend the soul." If you want to go to the uncursed road, you may be injured by the yin qi and the three souls and seven spirits, and with this thing, it can be regarded as an extra layer of insurance. ”

I hesitated for a moment and asked, "I heard this thing can bring the dead back to life?" ”

The seven-year-old master gave me a meaningful look and said, "It's best to dismiss this idea." If the dead can really be resurrected, the world will be in chaos. ”

"Also, don't get involved in this kind of thing, it's taboo!"

When I saw the seven-year-old master's serious expression, I didn't dare to mention it again. But I also understand, no wonder Wu Tianling is often capable, but he hides in the Baiyangdian area, and it turns out that the matter of resurrecting his son is not visible.

After the seven-year-old master finished speaking, he ordered: "You drive all the way, rest and rest first, and then I will go outside to find out the news." ”

"Rest assured, the station of the Shaolin Temple is protected by the uncursed town guard, even if the person carrying the coffin does not dare to forcibly break in."

I hurriedly said, "Hey! If there is any news of my third uncle, you must tell me! His name is He Wenwu, and he is the soul suppressor in North China. ”

"Also, on the Facelings' side, be sure to pay more attention to your ideas!"

The seven-year-old master nodded, then took off his monk's robe, changed into black clothes, and put a peaked cap on his head, and after packing up, he hurriedly left the room.

I don't know where the seven-year-old master went to find out, but he'd been to the Uncursed Town before, so he's familiar with it.

After he left, Chang Wanqing and I spread out our sleeping bags and got ready to rest.

Since leaving the provincial capital, we have been running all the way, basically eating and living in the car. Especially last night, when the party from Baigui Mountain didn't close their eyes.

On the contrary, the seven-year-old master had a good rest last night, and he didn't drive during the day, and his spirit was much stronger than ours.

Although he was sleeping, he didn't dare to sleep to death. Not only did we tie a bell with an inscribed spell at the door as a warning, but even in our sleep, we almost listened to the sound with our ears in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a sharp knock on the door outside, and Chang Wanqing and I jumped up almost instantly, drew our weapons and approached the door.

Chang Wanqing shouted in a low voice: "Who! ”

Outside, the seven-year-old master's hurried voice said, "Open the door!" It's the little monk who is back! ”

I looked out through the crack in the door, and saw that it was already dark outside, and a swarthy figure was lying in the doorway, vaguely a seven-year-old master.

When I opened the door, I saw a gust of wind blowing directly through the door. The seven-year-old master hurriedly said, "Close the door!" Damn guy is coming! ”

As he spoke, he took out a rosary from his bosom and hung it on the door.

There was a faint light fragrance on the rosary, and the yin wind immediately stopped abruptly, and it no longer penetrated the slightest.

Almost at the same time, an eerie voice came from outside: "Shaolin Temple monks, when will you also learn to secretly explore people's privacy?" ”

The seven-year-old master breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly: "The little monk acts and does not dare to violate the precepts of the monastery. It's just that you are secretly arresting the exorcist and brewing soul wine, so you are not afraid that the uncursed town guard knows? ”

The voice outside laughed and said, "The Uncursed Town Guard can't help but stop cultivating soul wine, so naturally turn a blind eye to this kind of thing." Besides, the uncursed town has the rules of the uncursed town, and we have never violated the rules, so why should the town guard be like us? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, another sharp voice came: "What more to talk to this bald donkey!" Send someone to guard here! As long as this bald donkey dares to come out, he will be cleaned up! What happened to Shaolin Temple? He is majestic in the south and north of Henan! It's a curseless town! ”

The seven-year-old master recited a Buddha name in a low voice, saying: "Cause and effect reincarnation, retribution is unpleasant, the two of you have done a lot of evil, beware of going to the eighteen layers of hell after death!" ”

The shrill voice laughed: "Eighteen layers of hell? Ha ha! You live so big, it's not like you haven't been into eighteen layers of hell! Don't make a fool of your mess! Are you scared? ”

The seven-year-old master let the other party insult outside, and ignored them, but shook his head and sighed, and then took off his black clothes.

Only then did I realize that there was a black handprint on his back, which was full of black gas, and it was still drilling into the flesh. showbyjs('Notes on the Demon Hunter');;;