"Oh no, Yue Wang Xue drove ......"

"Yue Wang Xue drove the ......" came back to his senses, and the ministers suddenly screamed like a dead father. What's more, he secretly dipped some tea on the edge of his eyes, and held it as his own tears.

As soon as this news came out, it was definitely a bolt from the blue.

The entire Twilight Mansion was completely chaotic, and everyone in the mansion was stunned.

It's only been a few days, right?

What a good generation of virtuous kings, just left in such a vain?

Within a few minutes, the cries of grief and grief rang out in the Twilight Mansion, which was covered in miserable clouds and rainy.

Soon, the news of Yue Wang's drive went away, and the people of Twilight City didn't believe it at first. Before, it was rumored that King Yue had the protection of the gods, and he was not confused, he was in the prime of life, and he had never heard of any diseases on weekdays.

But it didn't take long for a group of fast horses to leave the city from the twilight mansion, and each messenger wore white clothes and white silk, which only people would dress like this when they left, and the people could not believe it.

Is Yue Wang really driving?

When a rumor is spread a hundred times, it becomes the truth.

The people of Twilight City have begun to mourn this once-in-a-century master, hoping that he will have a spirit in the sky and can continue to protect Twilight City, and more people who have been blessed by him will light incense and candles at the door of their homes, hoping to go all the way and find a good family when they are reincarnated.

The news of the unexpected death of the deed soon reached the ears of the neighboring princes.

At first, no one believed in this matter, the king's decree was in front of him, and King Yue died in less than half a month?

But then, the spies from all walks of life brought back the news of the secret investigation, and the matter was described with nose and eyes, it seems that King Qi is really dead, and it is said that the whole of Twilight City is now criticized for Ma Daixiao, and the city has begun to ban the curfew.

Now the candidates can't sit still, in case the contract is really dead, it is a good time to plot against the twilight city, if you let others take the lead, it will be a matter of regret for a lifetime.

Almost at the same time, all of you sent elite soldiers and strong generals to gather in Twilight City under the pretext of mourning. The first task is to find out whether the contract is really dead or faked.

The city of twilight has become turbulent, and various forces have appeared.

In the palace, a mourning platform has already been erected, white flags are dense, and the sound of crying is endless. The corpse of the deed was placed in front of the mourning hall, and the women, children, and children of the family were exhausted by crying, and they died and came back to life. The people who came to mourn were even more endless.

Lang Ye is the seventh son of the lord of Huasui City, and he is also the representative of this funeral. In fact, he, like the others, had come with a mission.

Of course, in the eyes of the princes, this is not a secret.

There is a strange man under Lang Ye, named Sanyang Zhenren, who is an immortal cultivator with outstanding strength.

Since arriving in Twilight, they have sent their men out to try to deduce the matter through various clues. But the feedback is the same

news, made him a little annoyed.

After discussing with Sanyang, Lang Ye decided to go straight in and observe the body directly on the corpse to determine the authenticity. It's rude, but they can't do that much.

First, according to the rules, he made incense in front of the mourning hall, said a few nonsense words, and then stopped at the side of the corpse. The white concubine on the side had long been crying, her eyes were swollen like almonds, and she was weak when she spoke, and she said very hoarsely: "The dead are heavy, please use tea in the guest room." ”

Lang Ye nodded, and then said in a deep voice: "Madam, what Long Ye admires the most in this life is King Yue, some time ago I was still nagging about when to come to Twilight City, but I didn't expect this to happen, Madame, please mourn." ”

The white concubine didn't reply, just wept there.

Lang Ye said a few more polite words, and then after returning to his residence, he hurriedly asked Sanyang Zhenren: "How is it, are you sure that King Yue is in the coffin?"

Sanyang said in a deep voice: "There are indeed people in the coffin, and there is no life, but whether it is King Yue or not, it is difficult to draw conclusions now." ”

Lang Ye was a little dissatisfied: "Real person, with your ability, can't you see through a small coffin?"

Sanyang Zhenren said quietly: "If it is an ordinary coffin, it is naturally not a problem, but the coffin used by King Yue is a thousand-year-old sinking wood, and there are masters who have placed the law seal to isolate all peeps, so I can't see the situation inside." ”

Lang Ye then understood, hurriedly apologized, and then thought: "Could it be that they are thieves?"

Sanyang Zhenren couldn't deny it: "There is such a possibility, but it is also very common for rich people to use good coffins and invite some Taoist disciples to do Dharma affairs, so it is not easy to draw conclusions at the moment." ”

Lang Ye was a little distressed and said, "What should I do then?"

Sanyang said lightly: "Little prince don't worry, after the third watch tonight, the poor road will visit the twilight mansion at night, and by the way, see if it is Qiyue himself in the coffin." ”

Lang Ye was overjoyed and said: "In this way, there will be Lao Zhenren." ”

People with this kind of thinking are not the only ones who have this kind of thought. In the second half of the night, Tiangong also deliberately made beauty, and a large cloud floated in, covering the bright moon.

Although the Twilight Mansion is shrouded in gloomy clouds, the Outer Mansion is very lively.

"Isn't this a yin monster? Why are you here too?"

"Hehe, old man, you can come, why can't I come?"

"Sanyang Zhenren, are you also here to visit the coffin?"

"Fa Ding Dao is long, each other. ”

“......”

Around the mansion, there were at least more than ten immortal cultivators, their strength was uneven, the highest was in the middle of the Mahayana period, and the weakest was only in the late stage of the transformation of gods. Although the way of coming is different, the purpose is surprisingly the same, so I came to open the coffin for an autopsy and determine the body.

"It is said that there are endless capable people and strangers in the Twilight Mansion, but the poor Dao thinks that it is exaggerated, King Yue is thrifty, and he has the important task of guarding the Lingtang, and there are only a few lowly qi refiners, which is unexpected. After an immortal cultivator probed, he said with a disdainful expression.

"Fa Ding Dao Chief, let's be careful. ”

As he spoke, a green smoke rose from his hand, and then he blew lightly into the air, and the smoke suddenly spread, and within two minutes, it surrounded the mourning hall.

More than ten Taoist priests landed on the mourning hall one after another, and Fa Ding Zhenren said lightly: "The dead are the greatest, even if we have had a holiday with King Yue before, it is best to put it down if we can put it down." ”

Yin Lao Dao said nonchalantly: "You guys are talking nonsense slowly, I'll take a look at Lao Dao first." ”

He made a trick and unexpectedly found that the mana on the coffin was very powerful, and with his own ability, he couldn't unravel it in a short time. couldn't help but be very embarrassed, and said angrily: "Give me ......"

Seeing this, Fading Daoist couldn't help but shake his head, took out a cyan bead from the ring, blew it on the coffin, and pasted eight talismans on it, which were immediately blown away by the wind.

He said lightly: "Open the coffin, verify your body as soon as possible, and leave here as soon as possible." ”