“Here…here!”

After the bald handsome man got out of the car with two completely dead bodies, the driver started the speed directly without looking back, and did not dare to take a look at the rearview mirror. He ran out of the sound of the supercar starting.

This is a cemetery in the suburbs of Yunnan... one-stop funeral service.

The furnace for burning corpses at night was obviously not in working state, and the entire funeral home seemed extremely quiet at this time... The eaves were the shelter of crows.

"Amitabha."

The master dragged two corpses into the funeral home gate with one hand... The security guard at the gate was eating the lunch box for dinner, but was frightened at this time.

"It's closed, please be early tomorrow!"

"Donor, your yin energy is too strong. Let the monk recite the single of Sister Guanyin's Heart Sutra for you."

The security guard was stunned. He chewed the rice and food in his mouth subconsciously, and then he saw the bald handsome guy reach out to his cassock and took out a large rectangular box and placed it directly on the table.

It seems to be an antique-level video recorder...the new-fashioned men in a certain era like to carry them on the street.

clatter.

The bald handsome guy pressed the button, and then a Sanskrit music was released from the cassette.

——【Na No, Nano No, Nano…】

"You..." The security guard was so hungry that he was not choked to death by a mouthful of white rice.

"Donor, are you moved?" The bald handsome boy folded his hands together, and crystal tears were brewing at the corners of his eyes. "This is the demo of the new Guanyin Heart Sutra that the little monk worked very hard to get from his sister Guanming. This is just this box!"

"What's wrong with you bald!" The security guard couldn't help but slapped the table, "Can you understand people's words? I said it's closed here, please be early tomorrow! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude!"

Bang.

The bald handsome guy took out a rolling pin from his cassock and knocked it on the security guard's head as soon as he met, knocking the person to death.

"Listen slowly."

The bald handsome guy directly adjusted the sound of the video recorder to the maximum level. Then he felt satisfied and continued to support two black and white daily travel gods, looked at the location map, and walked towards the burning corpse room.

——【Na No, Nano No, Nano…】

In the dark corridor leading to the burning corpse, the sound of Sanskrit sounds sounded like a tragic song of hell.

In the burning corpse, in order to ensure the temperature of the furnace, the furnace will not be extinguished... but it was not opened, but the bald handsome boy skillfully opened the furnace at this time, and then placed the bodies of the two You Shens in front of the furnace entrance.

Before throwing it in, the master also wanted to recite scriptures and save him.

I saw a spiritual gate scattering on the back of the bald handsome boy's head, and a string of golden scriptures began to emerge with the bald handsome boy's chanting.

The entire funeral home seemed to be covered by spiritual light at this time... The sound of scriptures gradually drifted away.

Suddenly, an old back came to the front of the funeral home... an old man - Uncle De, the administrator of the Huo Yunnan suburbs... the gravekeeper.

Behind Uncle De, he was carrying a little girl who was gradually transparent.

"I'm very hard...Dad..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here..." A gloomy look flashed in Uncle De's eyes, "Come on, listen to Daddy, go back to the tomb first, I'll come back to accompany you soon."

"I'm sorry, dad... I really can't stand it." The little girl snorted in pain, then turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and quickly floated into a stone tablet halfway up the mountain in the tomb area of ​​the cemetery.

...

In the funeral home lobby, Uncle De frowned... His fingers pressed the recorder that made a harsh sound.

He glanced at the security guard lying on the table and knew that the person had just fallen into a coma, so his expression was slightly relaxed... This at least proved that the guy who invaded the cemetery was not a random killing of innocent people.

"It seems like I've gone to the burning corpse..." Uncle De couldn't help but wonder, "Who is it?"

But soon, the doubts in my heart were answered.

As the administrator of the cemetery, Uncle De was very familiar with the funeral home that the cemetery was equipped with... In less than a few minutes, Uncle De had already seen the bald handsome man who was reciting scriptures.

In the corpse burning room, the stove burning the body was burning vigorously, but the bald handsome boy noticed someone approaching, stopped reciting the scriptures and opened his eyes... bright.

"No matter who you are, please stop singing such a terrible thing." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Not every soul wants to be free."

"There are places where people should go, and there are places where souls can go." The bald handsome boy said softly at this time: "Donor, you are full of evil and have suffered enough of the world. Don't you understand... You have to learn to let go."

"Who are you!" Uncle De was shocked.

Because he discovered a terrible thing, that is, two guys, one black and one white, were lying on the ground. As a person who violated the taboo of the big league and raised little ghosts in private, Uncle De knew very well what this kind of clothing represented.

The on-duty travel god of [The Ninth Prison]... and two travel gods who have died of anger!

How did they die?

Killed by this bald monk?

Did he come from [Pure Land]... or was he just a wild monk who spontaneously practiced in the alliance?

"Little monk, three burials of the Jingtu Temple in the Great Tang Dynasty in Dongtu." The bald handsome boy closed his hands, "Donor, how are you thinking?"

Uncle De subconsciously frowned, "What are you thinking about?"

"It's good to let the little monk help you purify the evils on your body." The bald handsome boy's voice was particularly sincere, "Humans and ghosts have different paths. Keeping it by your side will only continuously consume your donor's yang energy, making you older and return to the west as soon as possible."

"You killed them?" Uncle De asked with a gloomy expression.

The bald handsome guy looked down at the two guys, one black and one white, shook his head slightly, and nodded slightly - just not saying anything.

"Hmph." Uncle De took a deep breath, "Since you dare to kill them, you must know their identities and what you will face next... Today, I can pretend that you have privately entered the cemetery, but please leave quickly, I am not willing to cause trouble."

"Donor, you won't be able to survive long." The bald handsome boy sighed, "Only ten or eight years of vitality are left, what can you do?"

Uncle De's expression changed slightly... How could he not know about this? But as long as he could keep his daughter's ghost by his side, what's the pity for those lost lifespans?

Perhaps, this is the price that can enable Wenwen to become a ghost cultivator.

But no one can shake his decision by using his life to exchange for his daughter's existence.

"Please leave." Uncle De took a deep breath, "I'll say it again, not all souls are willing to be liberated, and not everyone is willing to watch their relatives leave."

"Donor, it's not advisable to be moved by yourself." The bald handsome man sighed.

Uncle De sneered immediately: "Do you have no parents? Did you expose your stone?"

"The little monk has been without father or mother since he was a child and was abandoned to drift on the river." The bald handsome boy shook his head and then walked slowly towards Uncle De: "There is no two-dimensional law in the world. The donor... let the little monk help you."

Uncle De felt unprecedented pressure instantly... He didn't know the depth of this bald monk, but it was obviously beyond his understanding.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Uncle De made a decision in his heart.

I saw him reaching out and wiping his face, and a wolf-headed mask was already covering his face, and the aura on Uncle De's body instantly expanded wildly.

"Such an evil thing." The bald handsome boy's eyes narrowed, "Great evil."

But Uncle De, who had already put on the [Wolf God Mask] again, was emitting a terrible anger... The anger was the source of the power of this mask, but since he was touched by the mysterious [Tianshi] Mr. Luo last time, the anger of the mask has been cleared.

However, as one of the forbidden tools, the [Wolf God Mask] seems to be the source of hostility. The emptied hostility will breed again soon after - but as long as Uncle De no longer uses it frequently, he can keep himself awake.

But at this moment, facing the mysterious bald monk, Uncle De had to wear this mask that brought him endless pain and regret again.

It was it that destroyed his family... but it was also it that gave him the power to protect his daughter.

It seemed like an ancient hungry wolf, roaring under the moonlit night, and the air shook, and then Uncle De's shriveled body instantly filled and became extremely strong.

claw!

The hand that turned into sharp claws directly stroked the bald handsome boy's body... The bald handsome boy waved his arm, swept his sleeves through the cassock, but the sleeves were torn apart.

"It's going to be patched again!" The bald handsome guy sighed immediately, "There is only one of the little monks. I can't bear to wear it when I go to a mat...hey."

Uncle Ke De was already crazy at this time, his hands turned into giant claws, constantly tearing them apart.

The bald handsome boy quickly turned his arms, and his wide sleeves circled in front of Uncle De, and he actually wrapped his hands directly to death.

"What?" Uncle De was shocked.

"Three-view correction fist." The bald handsome boy directly punched out and hit the [Wolf God Mask].

Bang--!!

Uncle De flew backwards in an instant and slammed hard on the wall... [Wolf God Mask] was covered with cracks, which automatically fell from Uncle De's face, and then turned into a stream of gray gas and penetrated into Uncle De's body.

He spat, his eyes more shocked.

"It can actually block the little monk's three-view correction fist." The bald handsome boy was a little surprised, "The little monk felt a familiar smell on it... Donor, let the little monk take a closer look."

After saying that, the bald handsome boy stepped on his feet and crossed the distance and came directly to Uncle De, "You should not keep such an evil thing, don't keep it."

But when the bald handsome guy reached out to grab his head, Uncle De was shocked.

"Don't hurt my dad!"

A stream of blue smoke emerged from the floor and turned into a little girl in a dress... The little girl's face was pale at this time, and a unique spiritual power of a ghost cultivator instantly drove the objects in the burning corpse to smash the bald handsome boy quickly.

It was just too weak. The bald handsome guy took down one by one and then arranged it, "Little girl donor, it's wrong to throw things around. How can you do such a thing?"

"Dad, go!" The little girl quickly helped Uncle De up at this time, and at the same time, she used her greatest strength to break a pillar and pressed it towards the bald handsome boy.

The bald handsome guy caught it with one hand, looked at the little girl who helped Uncle De up, and suddenly said, "Little Girl Donor, if you continue to stay, you will kill him?"

"What..." the little girl was stunned, "Wenwen, will Wenwen kill... Dad?"

"Wenwen, don't listen to this demon monk's nonsense!" Uncle De endured the pain and gritted his teeth and said, "He is a bad guy, and he is here to break us up!"

The bald handsome boy said, "Little girl donor, haven't you noticed it? Your father's breath is getting worse and worse. Maybe he could have been able to get three punches from me in the past, but now he only has two punches at most!"

The little girl subconsciously looked at Uncle De.

"Don't listen to him!" Uncle De looked anxious, angry and squirted out another mouthful of blood.
To be continued...