The next day, it was just dawning.

Before Su Jian and the others finished breakfast, the owner of the Soul Coffin Shop, You Soul, came with four of his subordinates to deliver the coffin.

Of course, it was Su Jian who came forward to greet him, and Xia Nanshan didn't move at all in the house.

The old man seemed too lazy to move.

At least they have been moving to the Condor Set for almost a year, and they have only seen Xia Nanshan go out three times.

Later, when he became seriously ill, he couldn't go out.

"Young Master Su, the coffin you want is ready, can you inspect the goods to see if you are satisfied?" The expression on the ghost's face was still gloomy, although he was laughing, Su Jian would rather him cry.

"No need, I believe in the boss's craftsmanship," Su Jian waved his hand and said, "I wonder if the boss can find someone to help us take care of the body? ”

"Hehe, no problem," the geist laughed, "don't talk about taking care of a corpse, even if you die six or seven more, you can cover it." ”

"I can provide a one-stop service for funeral and marrying, and this funeral for my little brother will be all on my wandering soul!"

The geist's chest snapped, but Su Jian always had the urge to slap himself on the geist's face.

This guy still can't talk as always.

But the funeral has finally come to an eyebrow.

The sad wind alley suddenly swept away the desertion of the past and became lively.

The geist called many people at once, men and women, old and young.

Some people put on a shroud for Meng Xinghe, put on makeup and put on the funeral, and some people arranged the mourning hall to buy carriages and horses, paper money, etc.

There is also a drum band beating gongs and drums at the door, and more than a dozen monks and Taoists practice chanting scriptures to surpass the soul.

Even the wandering soul called a few children to act as Meng Xinghe's filial sons, wearing linen and filial piety and waiting to cry for Meng Xinghe, holding the soul banner to go out of the funeral, so it was not lively.

Su Jian really had never seen this kind of battle, and he felt very interesting when he watched the wandering soul busy with the funeral.

Xia Xue'er quietly came to Su Jian's side with a bitter face, and reminded in a low voice: "Senior Brother Su, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money to hold such a grand funeral......, right?"

Xia Xue'er's meaning: We really don't have that much money!

Su Jian didn't want this, he never cared about money.

At this time, Su Jian noticed that a fat-headed and big-eared guy in the crowd was shrinking his head, and when he saw him, he hesitated and didn't dare to come over.

"Hai Dafu, what are you doing here?" Su Jian was surprised.

He hoped to make Meng Xinghe's funeral a little grander, but not everyone welcomed it.

This fat pig bullied the weak and was unkind to the rich, and yesterday he was taught a hard lesson by Su Jian because he let the dog bite a farmer.

"Young Master Su is good! Young Master Su don't get me wrong," Hai Dafu saw that Su Jian's face was not good, and hurriedly ran over, his fat body was like a mountain of meat trembling and undulating.

"Misunderstanding? Could it be that yesterday's incident was also a misunderstanding?" Su Jian asked with a calm face.

"It was precisely because he was taught a hard lesson by Young Master Su yesterday that Hai learned from the pain and woke up - walking the rivers and lakes must do more good deeds and benefit the people, so that he is worthy of being a person!" Hai Dafu said with sincere and impassioned words, which made Su Jian a little suspicious that he had met a fake Hai Dafu.

But no matter whether Hai Dafu is sincere or acting in front of him, at least he looks like a good person.

You must know that there are too many wicked people in the rivers and lakes who don't even bother to pretend to be good people, and they often do evil blatantly.

"Young Master Su doesn't need to worry about this funeral, all the expenses will be borne by him, Meng Shaoxia is a famous man, so he must be buried in a grand funeral," Hai Dafu patted his chest and promised.

When it comes to money, he is still very confident.

Su Jian nodded and praised him a few words, and Hai Dafu was even more flattered, and nodded to Su Jian again and again, looking extremely deferential.

Meng Xinghe himself is an orphan, so he has no relatives to mourn, and as soon as the time comes, he immediately begins to go out of the funeral.

Su Jian, Xia Xue'er and Li Ying naturally followed the funeral procession, and their destination was the mass grave east of the Divine Eagle Collection.

There were many onlookers on the street, but they did not follow the procession to the mass grave.

First, the distance is too far, and secondly, I have heard that there are often ghosts haunted by mass graves, and no one wants to go to that ominous place unless they have to.

The wind blew the long grass, the road was endlessly desolate, a cloud obscured the sun, and the sky suddenly became gloomy, which gave the funeral procession an extremely eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Paper money was flying, those pretending to be boys were crying really sadly, Su Jian secretly thought it was funny, it was a pity that these children didn't do drama.

The spirit really deserves to be an expert in this area, no matter how big or small, he thinks about everything very thoughtfully.

The graves on the mass graves have been dug up, and the few strong men who dig the graves are still holding tools such as shovels and pickaxes, just waiting for the coffin to arrive, and they can bury the earth.

The distance of more than ten miles was very slow, and it was a funeral, so the walk was even slower, so the team walked for more than an hour before arriving at the mass grave.

The dark clouds were overpowering, the haze was all around, and there was a faint sound of thunder, and it was about to rain.

The cold wind was bitter and degrading the skin, and many people looked at the sky worriedly, shivering with cold.

"Young Master Su, please help the coffin to be buried, and then go home quickly, otherwise it will be easy to catch a cold and get sick in the rain," the spirit said to Su Jian.

Supporting the coffin and burying it is to show respect for the deceased, Su Jian did not refuse, even if these people are hired for money, it is not easy, bury Meng Xinghe as soon as possible, don't let them get drenched in the rain.

However, at the moment when Su Jian's hand was on the coffin, a long sword suddenly stabbed out of the coffin, this sword was as fast as lightning, as fierce as a poisonous snake, and it was suddenly difficult, which was simply unguardable.

Almost at the same time, the men, women, and children invited by the wandering spirits to be buried with them, there were thirty or forty people, and at the same time, they also showed their blades, sent out hidden weapons, and even sacrificed two powerful magic weapons, and launched the most crazy attack on Su Jian, Xia Xue'er, Li Ying and others!

Su Jian and the others didn't know why these people were attacking them at all? Moreover, this assassination plan was very thorough, and a soft sword was also pierced out of the waist of the wandering spirit, which stabbed Su Jian's back heart with the attack inside the coffin.

The cultivation of these assassins was uneven, and they were mainly in the warrior realm.

A small number of people are in the Warrior and Warrior Realm, and the masters of the Warrior Realm will not exceed four people at most.

But there are at least two people whose realm is higher than Li Ying.

Hai Dafu stood in the distance and looked at Su Jian proudly, there was only one way to die if he offended him!