These people had already prepared the ropes to hang the coffin. After Dong Er gave the order, the people present wrapped the ropes around the coffin.

"There is a lot of Yin in the valley. If people are buried in the Yin, their bodies will inevitably change. The corpses of our ancestors will change. The first wave of people who will be harmed are our closest relatives. You have to think carefully about it." The old man in red continued.

"Get ready to nail the rope and go down to the valley."

Dong'er still pretended not to hear what the old man said, and shouted to the disciples of the Nine Corpses Sect. Under Dong'er's order, these people took out the rope belts from their waists one after another.

In the entire funeral procession, in addition to the six corpse boys, Dong'er also brought twenty-seven disciples. These people included those who played the suona, held up white flags, threw paper money, and carried the coffin.

Twenty-seven disciples took out twenty-seven belts. I found that the rope belts around their waists were very distinctive. Each rope belt was very thick, and there was a row of nails on the thick ropes.

Under my surprised gaze, these twenty-seven people actually spliced ​​short ropes together. Soon, a hundred-meter-long climbing rope appeared in front of us.

A strong man picked up one end of the rope and threw it directly down the valley. The other end was nailed deeply into the cliff, making it extremely secure.

"Sister, this valley is very deep. I'm afraid the length of your rope is not enough!" I walked to the edge of the cliff and reminded.

"That's enough. The nail rope can be spliced ​​as it goes down, just like passing a baton. The person climbing at the back can just pass the last rope to the person climbing at the front." Dong'er said.

"You know that your ancestors will transform into corpses, but you still put down the coffins. I'm afraid your real purpose is not to go down the mountain to bury your ancestors, but to have other plans, right?" The old man suddenly floated in front of me, with a pair of sunken eye sockets.

He stood in front of me and said gloomily.

Seeing that our purpose was about to be revealed, I immediately became nervous and turned to look at Dong'er.

Dong'er sneered, walked up to the old man, and said coldly: "Let me ask you, are you a dead person or a living person?"

"What do the dead and the living have to do with you?" the old man raised his brows and looked at Dong'er with evil intentions and asked.

Dong'er said: "The head of a dead person should be in the cemetery, not here."

"What if I am a living person?" the old man asked with a disdainful smile.

"If you are alive, stop minding your own business and get out of here!" Dong'er raised his voice a bit and cursed loudly.

Wow!

As soon as Dong'er finished speaking, under my surprised gaze, the old man in red suddenly turned into a ball of blue-black corpse energy and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"What's going on?" I was very surprised when I saw this.

"The corpse energy took the form. This old man was transformed by the corpse energy of the rice dumpling. He came to find out our true identity." Dong'er said.

"Ah!" After hearing this, I immediately became nervous. From the looks of it, the Corpse King has already set his sights on us.

Strangely, unlike my worried face, Dong'er actually had a smile on his face.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked confused.
Chapter completed!