Xiaozhou followed my footsteps along the mountain wall and asked, "Wu Wen, can living people get down in this place? I don't think even dead people can get down, right?"

I compared her with a gesture of silence: "Don't talk for now, someone is coming from above."

There was a lineup of hundreds of sorcerers in Nanshankou. With just one ghost from Lihuo Sect, it could not stop the rushing masters of art that were swarming in.

The people who caught up with me had all gathered in front of the coffin I threw down.

The owner of Xuanwu Manor sent someone to search the neighborhood twice before looking at Jin Zuozi: "Mr. Jin, look..."

"I won't see it!" Jin Suanzi stood in the distance with his beard and said nothing, making the owner of Xuanwu Manor anxious, but he didn't dare to force Jin Suanzi, so he could only circle around the coffin like an ant on a hot pan.

Fang Ying, the master of Shifang Xuanxuan, someone pushed Su Xiangwu over: "Xiang Wu, you made this coffin, right? Can you see anything strange?"

Su Xiangwu said: "My mechanism coffin can be said to be a low-level magic weapon. Once the mechanism in the coffin is activated, even if it encounters ghosts and gods, it can resist one or two."

Before Su Xiangwu could finish his words, the heads of several martial arts sects showed strange colors in their eyes.

Although Su Xiangwu was just wandering on the edge of the art path, his name as a sorcerer had already spread throughout the art path. Everyone knows that Su Xiangwu has always been modest and cautious. He said that he would resist one or two, which means that the god-slaughtering mechanism was hidden in the coffin.

Fang Ying said slightly unhappy: "Xiang Wu, I am not asking you about the agency, but about Wu Wen's whereabouts."

Su Xiangwu said: "In order to facilitate Wu Wen's operation, I designed the starting mechanism to be extremely simple. Moreover, I have taught Wu Wen how to start the mechanism on the coffin. He has brought the coffin to the top of the mountain, but there is no engine. I think he is likely to have encountered an unexpected accident."

Fang Ying looked slightly moved and said, "Didn't Wu Wen follow several ghosts? Do you think he gave up the coffin and escaped with the help of ghosts?"

Before Su Xiangwu could answer the other party, someone said to him: "I don't think there is such a possibility. You must bring a coffin to go to the dead dart. Who among us, isn't we going to take the coffin with the coffin? Wu Wen hasn't reached the end of his life, so there is no need to give up the coffin, let alone give up the dead dart."

Fang Ying looked at the other party coldly: "Then how do you explain Wu Wen's disappearance?"

Just as the man was about to retort, Su Xiangwu took the lead and said, "Yes or no, you can tell at a glance."

Just as Fang Ying was about to stop him, Su Xiangwu pushed the wheelchair to the coffin by himself, raised his hand and pressed the mechanism on the coffin. A secret door suddenly cracked open on the outer layer of the coffin, and a mass of phosphorus fire surged out of the secret door.

Su Xiangwu sniffed gently and said, "The ghost-rewarding that Wu Wen brought was dead. His ghost-rewarding smelled of ink, which is a characteristic that other ghosts do not possess."

As Su Xiangwu spoke, the fragrance of ink had already floated around with the fluttering phosphorus fire.

Someone whispered: "Wu Wen will inevitably be chased by ghosts and gods when he leaves the dead man. This place is close to the ghost nest. Maybe he is only wiped out by the other party without any power to fight back."

"I still think something is strange!" Fang Ying said again: "Wu Wen is full of tricks and has great strength. He has encountered at least two ghosts and gods along the way. How could he fall silently here? I think at least he should find out where Wu Wen is going and make plans for the next step."

Fang Ying didn't know that their conversation had reached my ears through the equipment hidden in the coffin. I lowered my voice and said to Xiaozhou: "Do you still have explosives? Throw a little in the direction of the ghost nest!"

Xiaozhou didn't know what I was going to do, so he threw a bundle of fried medicine at the location of the ghost nest as I told him.

While the people above were still talking, a sudden explosion sounded in the direction of the ghost nest. The vortex that was not obvious had expanded several times in the explosion, and a faint sound of cow roar was made. The surging water flow actually caused a squirm of white mist on the river surface. From a distance, it looked like the yin energy from the underworld was rising on the river surface, making people feel particularly groggy.

Someone on the mountain suddenly exclaimed: "This is a sign of a ghost returning to the nest. There are ghosts nearby coming. Be careful!"

Fang Ying said coldly: "I think someone is doing something underneath, right? Come on, put the rope and go down and take a look."

I couldn't help but frown slightly: This Fang Ying seems a bit difficult!

I deceived half of the masters with one coffin, why can't I deceive Fang Ying?

At this time, someone said, "If you want to go down, let's go down together! It's better to take care of each other if you want to go down."

The man's meaning was very obvious. The cake of Guiwanzi had been put out. Maybe someone could eat the first bite, but no one could eat it all in one bite. If the people in Shifangxuan wanted to continue, then naturally someone would want to stare at him.

At this time, Su Xiangwu said coldly: "Fang Ying, do you not believe in my judgment or do you not believe in my mechanism?"

After the anger in Fang Ying's eyes flashed, she said softly: "Of course I believe in your secret technique, but I don't believe that Wu Wen will be easily wiped out. Wu Wen is so cunning."

Su Xiangwu said: "When I designed this coffin, I took into account the particularity of the ghost nest. Only when Wu Wen hid it in this coffin, he could sneak under the vortex to open the soul-inducing coffin. Do you think he has the ability to give up the coffin and fight against the power of heaven and earth with his flesh and blood?"

After Su Xiangwu said that, everyone's eyes lit up again. People in the art of art are used to walking in the life and death world. What kind of existence is the ghost nest? They can see through it at one glance, at least they can see it. Among these people, at least more than half of them don't know how to get into the water and open the coffin.

Now, a coffin is placed in front of them, how can they not be moved?

Fang Ying was so angry that she gritted her teeth and had no choice but to deal with him. Someone stepped forward and said, "Mr. Su, can you sell the coffin you made to us?"

"No!" Fang Ying took a step forward: "Xiang Wu has been employed by Shifangxuan, so this coffin naturally belongs to Shifangxuan."

The man said with a smile: "So, can I ask Mr. Su to help us build a coffin temporarily?"

According to the rules of the world, the coffin cannot be considered a thing of Shifangxuan, but can only be considered a homeless thing. The man who spoke voluntarily gave up the coffin, but asked Su Xiangwu to shoot another coffin, which was equivalent to taking Fang Ying's army, which made Fang Ying difficult to get off the tiger for a moment.

Su Xiangwu pushed the wheelchair back to the Shifangxuan camp: "I am employed by Shifangxuan now. Whether I can beat the coffin for you is not up to me. You have to ask the Lord Xuan for his opinion."
Chapter completed!