Walking on the dark ancient road, in the silence, there were only the sound of three people's footsteps.

The bride who claimed to be Gu Qinghuan walked in the front, and Ye Xuan and Zhou Youwei walked side by side.

Although it was a bit unexpected, Ye Xuan still admitted this fact.

This guy named Gu Qinghuan really came alive, not as Ye Xuan said before, is a ghost, not a ghost, and is a spirit, not a spirit.

Logically speaking, Gu Qinghuan is just a manifestation of Yin Bowl and does not really exist.

But Gu Qinghuan's response to Ye Xuan made Ye Xuan know that Gu Qinghuan really existed.

But at the same time, Gu Qinghuan is still with Yin Wan.

That thing is a inherited artifact from the Xiling coffin carrying man. The Xiling coffin king actually allowed Gu Qinghuan to exist, so there must be some reason for this.

When he came here, Ye Xuan originally intended to find Xiling Coffin King to ask for a coffin, and to bring Youwei to open his eyes.

So Ye Xuan did not go into the matter in depth.

"Sister isn't you going to Nanling Mountain?"

As he walked, Zhou Youwei felt that the atmosphere was too dull and took the initiative to talk to Gu Qinghuan.

Previously, in the Star Hall of the Dragon Burial Court, the Dragon Burial Court talked about the opportunity of the emperor, and the bride named Gu Qinghuan was also among them. Logically speaking, they had to go to the Dragon Burial Court together, and somehow they appeared in the

this.

“…No.”

Gu Qinghuan replied stiffly.

Zhou Youwei's beautiful eyes turned and she smiled slightly, "Sister, don't be angry, my husband speaks like that, and I will teach him a lesson when he turns back."

Ye Xuan couldn't help but give Zhou Youwei a blank look. What are you saying?

Zhou Youwei's eyes signaled Ye Xuan not to interrupt.

Night Xuan is happy and leisurely.

Gu Qinghuan didn't reply.

Zhou Youwei said again: "Sister, do you also carry the coffin?"

Gu Qinghuan said stiffly: "No."

Zhou Youwei said in surprise: "Aren't you a coffin carryr?"

"..." Gu Qinghuan said: "The coffin carryrs are ancient in their heritage, but not everyone is a coffin carryrs."

"What else is there except the coffin carryer?"

Zhou Youwei said in confusion.

"The person who casts the coffin, the person who inscribes the coffin, the person who burys the coffin, the person who leads the coffin."

Gu Qinghuan said truthfully.

"So many..." Zhou Youwei smacked her tongue secretly, which was different from what she imagined.

So, Zhou Youwei stepped forward and talked to Gu Qinghuan again.

Gu Qinghuan seemed to have a good impression of Zhou Youwei, but he knew everything.

During the conversation with Gu Qinghuan, Zhou Youwei finally knew the inheritance of the coffin carrying lineage, which was indeed profound and profound.

I won’t say anything about the coffin carryer.

The coffin caster is a coffin carrying man, and he specializes in creating coffins.

The person who inscribes the coffin is responsible for drawing the coffin inscriptions.

The person who burys the coffin is responsible for burial.

This is a special kind of coffin guide. Among the coffin carryrs, there has always been only one coffin guide who is responsible for the transaction.

Gu Qinghuan is a coffin guide who holds a yin bowl and guides someone who needs to buy a coffin.

She is also the only coffin guide in the Xiling coffin carryr lineage.

Ye Xuan looked at the two people who were having a good conversation, and his thoughts had already floated far away.

For ages, the coffin guide who carried the coffin lineage was actually Yinwan.

During these long years, there have been many examples of Yin Bowl turning into spirits, and the consequences are often accompanied by the destruction of a lineage of coffin carryrs.

After the Yin Bowl becomes a spirit, there will be subjective consciousness. In this case, "they" will resist and will not attract the coffin buyer.

Once this situation occurs, the luck of the coffin-carrying person's lineage will dissipate, and the coffin-carrying person of this lineage will also die strangely one after another.

No matter what state it is, it cannot escape.

This is a taboo.

So later, many coffin carryrs will pay special attention to the situation of Yin Bowl. Once there are signs of spiritual transformation, they will be erased.

Like Gu Qinghuan, it not only exists, but also has self-awareness. In addition to being a coffin guide, it is also the leader of the Xiling coffin carryr lineage, which is really rare.

Ye Xuan could see that this woman named Gu Qinghuan was not a Yin Bowl Transformation Spirit, but more like an unconscious body, as the object of Yin Bowl Recruitment.

This is why Ye Xuan said at the beginning that it was a ghost but not a ghost, and it was a spirit but not a spirit.

However, since Gu Qinghuan exists and has self-awareness, all this must be inseparable from the King of Xiling Coffin.

After all, the King of Xiling Coffin is the master of the coffin carrying lineage of Xiling.

"arrive."

While Ye Xuan was thinking secretly, Gu Qinghuan spoke.

Ye Xuan retracted his thoughts and looked up.

I saw a dark gate ahead.

There is a plaque on it, but there is only one word on it———the coffin.

In addition, the dark gate is extremely strange in style.

At first glance, it was as if two coffins were standing there.

Gu Qinghuan walked to the door.

It seemed as if the doors with two coffin lids were slowly opened.

A pungent and unpleasant smell came to my face, as if a thousand scents were mixed together.

Zhou Youwei covered her mouth and nose lightly and looked at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan nodded slightly.

The two of them followed Gu Qinghuan.

After walking through the gate, I found a simple town behind it.

Zhou Youwei looked around and found that the people in the town and ordinary monks were unintentional, but they were all doing what they should do and said little.

It is obviously a living town, but it seems particularly quiet and has no voices.

There were roars from time to time, which was to build a coffin.

On the way, someone met Gu Qinghuan and just bowed and didn't say anything.

I didn't look at Ye Xuan and Zhou Youwei and asked more questions.

Soon, the three of them arrived at a simple yard.

There were sounds of beating from the inner courtyard, as if casting a coffin.

Gu Qinghuan led Ye Xuan and Zhou Youwei to the inner courtyard.

I saw a middle-aged man nine feet tall and full of muscle bumps in the inner courtyard, holding an iron hammer and constantly hitting a black iron divine coffin.

The power of each hammer is extremely fierce. At least in Zhou Youwei's view, its power is far superior to that of the Supreme, no, or even far superior to the Great Venerable Realm! However, this middle-aged man did not feel any cultivation.

Like a mortal.

If he was walking on the street, no one would think that he was a master.

"father."

Gu Qinghuan shouted softly, and his voice was finally less stiff and much softer.

The middle-aged man who was casting a coffin put down his hammer, looked at Gu Qinghuan, and smiled and said, "Huan'er is back. Take your friends to rest. I'll come later."

"Um."

Gu Qinghuan walked towards Zhou Youwei and said, "Come with me."

Zhou Youwei looked at Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan waved his hand gently and signaled Zhou Youwei to go with Gu Qinghuan first.

Zhou Youwei lightly pointed her head and followed Gu Qinghuan to leave first.

When the two left, the middle-aged man stopped and looked at Ye Xuan, and said coldly: "You can find this place to prove that it is extraordinary. Tell me, what coffin is needed?"

Ye Xuan casually pulled the bench next to him and sat down, crossed his legs, and smiled and said, "I told you why this woman exists? I feel like she is your daughter."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ye Xuan coldly and said lightly: "If you talk nonsense, I don't mind giving you two coffins for free."


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