Pendulum: I'm a knife seller on credit, and I'm looking for Ah Cha to collect the debt.

Zhao Li was quite sharp-eyed and perceptive. After hearing Xu San's words, he turned around and looked at Song Yuan curiously: "What's inside the coffin? Did you come back because you felt troubled?"

"It's very troublesome." Song Yuan frowned, but still told Zhao Li. After all, this guy was a soul ferryman, so he still had some sense: "It's most likely an evil god."

After hearing this, Zhao Li took a breath.

Then Song Yuan made a patch: "It could also be an evil spirit."

Zhao Li: ...It’s more serious, okay?

However, Xiao Ya thought carefully about Song Yuan's words while she was panicking. After all, Song Yuan himself was very good at fortune-telling. He must know whether it was an evil god or a demon. He could give such an ambiguous answer, so it was very likely that the matter itself was really ambiguous.

That is to say, the thing in the coffin is between a demon and an evil god, and it may turn into a demon if you are not careful.

There are many such things in the world.

"You shouldn't be afraid, right?" Xia Dongqing had spent a lot of time with Song Yuan, and this guy was a bit outgoing. Moreover, Zhao Li and Xiao Ya tried their best to accommodate him. After all, to them, Dongqing was just a container for Chi You, a poor soul, so Zhao Li and Xiao Ya tried their best to accommodate him.

So Xia Dongqing was a bit bold. After seeing Song Yuan coming back, Xia Dongqing actually asked this question in a familiar manner.

This startled Zhao Li, who covered Xia Dongqing's mouth with his hand and said, "No, it's just the little dog at home barking. Don't be angry."

Zhao Li almost pinched Xia Dongqing's face until it was deformed, which showed that he used a lot of strength.

Song Yuan, on the other hand, looked nonchalant: "I'm not afraid, I'm just afraid of trouble. Oh, by the way, if that thing comes out, it probably won't have any effect on me, but you guys... don't worry, I have a good relationship with A-Cha, and I can find a body to revive you when the time comes."

Xia Dongqing: "...Thank you."

If most of the people present are mutants, then the only one who will have an impact is Xia Dongqing, that waste... no, a human.

Zhao Li smiled like a lackey: "Yes, yes, Dongqing, don't worry when the time comes. In fact, you don't need the face of the knife seller. Just use my face. Then I will give you a painless revival."

Xiao Ya thought of something else: "Oh, right, they said Dong Qing has a special physique, a bad luck physique, which will trigger some special plot points. So, you must not go near that coffin. If you go there and it opens, you will really be reborn."

Xia Dongqing: ...

At this time, Xia Dongqing's face looked very ugly. A group of people were resurrecting one after another, and they all wanted to die at this moment.

"I'm not stupid, I absolutely won't go!" Xia Dongqing gritted his teeth and spoke very forcefully: "Don't worry, I won't give you time to revive!"

Speaking of time, Song Yuan reminded: "Red Moon."

"Oh, yes," Zhao Li and Xiao Ya looked at each other, actually they were very shocked in their hearts. The underworld and Kunlun did have such an agreement, but they did not expect that Song Yuan could calculate it so easily, although they always knew that Song Yuan's fortune-telling skills were indeed very powerful.

Since Hongyue was mentioned, Zhao Li naturally had to explain the matter clearly: "Dongqing, when you meet Hongyue, I will definitely come to find you."

Xiaoya refused to give in: "Are you kidding? I'll come too, okay?"

Xia Dongqing was puzzled: "When will the moon turn red? Are you two crazy? Oh, is it dark red, scarlet, bright red, or pink?"

This question confused Zhao Li: "When have you ever seen the moon be pink?"

"Aren't you two even weirder?" Xia Dongqing was just a nitpicker now.

Zhao Li's head ached from the argument. He rubbed his brows and said helplessly, "Okay, don't tell me any more of this. Just stay in your seat and get off the plane when we get there."

"Then I have to make a guide for Mount Longhu. It's a famous Taoist mountain and there should be a lot of souvenirs for sale." After Xia Dongqing said this, he really looked through his mobile phone seriously.

"I don't recommend buying anything in the scenic area," Zhao Li put the blindfold back on his face, "unless you have a lot of money."

Song Yuan was a little worried about Feng Baobao. If he remembered correctly, this guy spent 888 yuan to buy a string of red beads.

It is probably made of glass and is extremely transparent.

Not even agate.

After making sure that the unlucky Xia Dongqing didn't get close to the coffin, Song Yuan basically felt that it was no big deal and gradually fell asleep.

But after about ten minutes, Song Yuan woke up again, only to find that the entire plane was filled with a faint mist.

Xiaoya and Zhao Li fell into a deep sleep. Song Yuan patted their shoulders, but there was no response.

Xia Dongqing is nowhere to be seen.

All the passengers on the plane fell asleep. The only person Song Yuan woke up was Feng Baobao. Even Xu Si and Xu San didn't respond.

When Feng Baobao woke up, she looked at Song Yuan in confusion and asked, "Are we there yet?"

"No, but something is wrong now." Song Yuan frowned and pulled Feng Baobao's arm to where the coffin was placed before.

Xia Dongqing stood in front of the coffin with his back to Song Yuan. Born thin, he blocked the coffin tightly. Song Yuan could only see some red scraps and couldn't see clearly.

Moreover, Song Yuan felt that the aura on Xia Dongqing was clearly Chi You's, but when Song Yuan approached, the aura of Chi You on Xia Dongqing finally dissipated.

Song Yuan grabbed Xia Dongqing from behind and saw Xia Dongqing's confused eyes. Chi You's aura completely dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

"What's in the coffin?" Feng Baobao asked in confusion, "Is that a person?"

After all, Feng Baobao didn't know what was inside Xia Dongqing's body, so the first thing Feng Baobao paid attention to was the coffin on the ground.

Inside the coffin was a white-haired old man. He was very strong, and his arms and legs were like tree bark, making him look particularly old. However, he was not tall, like a dwarf, only about one meter tall.

He was lying in the upper part of the coffin, and the white-haired old man's hands and feet were connected to real branches. Originally, his limbs were like bark, but now they were connected to the branches, making it even more difficult to tell who was who.

The lower half of the coffin was a tree stump, and the old man was tightly connected to the stump, like a tree man.

The old man had his eyes closed, but there was an eye on his forehead.

That eye is different from Erlang Shen's eyes. Erlang Shen's eyes are vertical, while his eyes are horizontal.

And it is in the open state.

The mist emanated from the tree stump, and it seemed to be a maze, making people immersed in it.

As Song Yuan was observing the coffin, the old man inside made a sound like a drake: "Little kid, your blood smells so good."