When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

He found a young man to help him hold it up, reflecting a ray of sunlight onto a vajra, and then the old man gave orders majestically:

"Let's get started! Let's dig together. I want to see who dares to make trouble again this time!"

The servants in the palace all looked at the prince. King Dongshan waved his hand and the servants all started to work. This time it went smoothly and they quickly dug up the coffin.

The moment the old man saw the coffin, his defense broke down again. He pointed at Xie Bian and cursed:

"Are you still a human being? How can you use willow wood to make a coffin? Do you want to trap his soul to death? How many evil things have you done to him that you are afraid that he will knock on the door in the middle of the night?

Ah? Where in the world can there be such a vicious father? "

Xie Bian closed his eyes tightly, neither looking nor speaking, nor paying any attention to the grumpy old man.

Xie Qi's eyes became even colder, causing Xie Bian's body to tremble uncontrollably.

King Dongshan's eyes were even more unfriendly. He rubbed his thumb and index finger vigorously a few times, trying hard to suppress the desire to settle the score.

Keep reminding yourself that business is important!

The little old man took out another statue from his cloth bag. He held it in both hands and stood under the sunlight reflected by the bronze mirror. The air flow around him seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

Everyone felt that their breathing seemed to be much smoother. Before, their chests always felt like they were being pressed by a huge rock, making them feel stuffy.

The old man roared: "Open the coffin, this coffin is unusable, move him out first."

A few brave guys took tools and started to pry open the coffin. After several efforts, the coffin nails did not move at all.

The old man started to get angry again. He ran over holding the statue, looked around, and said with gritted teeth:

"It was sealed with boy's blood!"

He turned his head and glared at Xie Bian:

"You are not worthy of being a father! People like you should go to hell, on a mountain of knives! And in a frying pan! You should never be able to get out of this world! You should never enter the cycle of reincarnation! You...you..."

The old man was so angry that he jumped up and down.

After hearing his words, everyone around him gasped. So what kind of arrangement did Xie Bian make that caused the people buried here to be unable to get out and unable to reincarnate?

No wonder the old man is so angry!

After hearing this, they were also very reluctant. Killing people is not enough! Why did it have to be like this?

Children born into Xie Bian's family are really unlucky.

King Dongshan rubbed his fingers a few more times but still couldn't bear it anymore, he took a few steps forward and kicked!

Unfortunately, Xie Bian was prepared at this time and moved slightly to avoid the vital part, allowing the kick to hit his arm.

He took several steps back and then stood still again.

There was no argument or resistance.

The old man had no time to care about what was happening among the living here. He placed the statue on the coffin, then rummaged in his cloth bag and pulled out a dagger.

The short sword, which was covered in black, was obviously different from the swords carried by the guards.

The knife seemed to have been soaked in some black water. It had no luster at all and looked a very depressing black.

The little old man said fiercely: "The only way is to fight poison with poison!" He raised the dagger and chopped at the coffin.

To be honest, no one thought he could split the coffin.

One is a little old man, very skinny and looks like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

The second is a dagger. This dagger is too short, only about the length of two kitchen knives. Can it split such a large coffin?

joke!

The old man uses his strength to tell you: Don’t judge a person or a knife by appearance!

There was a "crack" sound from the coffin, and then the crack became longer and longer, from the head of the coffin to the tail of the coffin.

Xie Bian murmured in surprise: "Impossible..."

But no one wanted to pay attention to him.

The old man put away the dagger, rubbed his hands back and forth on his clothes several times, and then respectfully held the statue in his arms again.

Since the coffin was cracked, the young men inserted the tools directly into the cracks and pried them open with all their strength on both sides. Finally, the coffin was pried open.

They moved the broken coffin out of the way, and Xie Jiu's body appeared in front of everyone.

King Dongshan's eyes were red because Xie Jiu was still wearing the clothes he wore when he died in battle. They were stained black with blood and covered with wounds of varying sizes. His body was wrapped in tattered clothes.

His head was covered with talismans so that his face could no longer be seen. His hands were tied with something, and his feet were also tied very tightly. The old man took a look and sighed with pity.

But we can't untie it now. This soul-locking rope cannot be untied just by doing. It is still of some use now. Let's tie it up first and deal with it after we arrive at the new cemetery.

Xie Qi clenched his fists, and his joints made crackling sounds.

King Dongshan looked at Xie Bian angrily and asked through gritted teeth: "You didn't even give him a change of clothes?"

Even the poorest families would change clothes for the dead, even if they only wore old clothes that the dead person liked to wear when he was alive.

Boy! That's really mean.

He still looks the same as he did when he died. He hasn't even had his remains sorted out. This is really...

Xie Bian lowered his head and didn't look over here. He knew that his future might have come to an end.

Lou Ding rolled his eyes at him. Even though they usually looked down on each other, now he was looking down on him and despising him!

Not a human thing!

He doesn't even have the most basic humanity. Being a colleague with such a person is an insult to oneself.

He had already thought about how to report this matter to the emperor when he returned. Xie Bian would never be able to appear in the palace again.

Lou Ding glanced at the angry King Dongshan and thought: I'm afraid Xie Bian will not end up well.

The old man looked at the talismans carefully for a while. He had already guessed that it would be like this. After all, the previous arrangement plus these talismans formed a set of processes.

But this is a tomb that harms people.

The little old man held the statue with one hand and picked up the talisman papers one by one with the other hand.

He kept muttering, "Come back! Kid, follow us and leave here." Whether you can successfully escape from this sea of ​​suffering depends on whether you can seize the opportunity this time.

Aze couldn't help but ask: "Sir, his soul is not here?" Isn't it said that the soul cannot be separated from the corpse?

The old man looked at this rather handsome face and sighed:

"He has been suppressed and tortured here, and his soul has been shattered. I don't know if it can be recovered. If his soul is incomplete, even if he is saved, he will be reincarnated again in the future and will probably be a moron. Oh... what a sin."

Is it really so?

King Dongshan asked softly: "Sir, is there any way to help him find his complete soul?" Although he did not really believe in ghosts and gods, he was still willing to help if it was something good for Xie Jiu.

The old man looked up, smacked his lips and said, "If you are willing to cooperate, you can give it a try, but I can't guarantee that it will work."