Huang Daosheng observed in front of He Mansion for almost half an hour, and was also followed for a long time. Everyone followed each other and had been fans for a long time.

Today, the He family was in a great funeral, and the old man died of illness. There was no shortage of filial sons and daughters. There was a son who was a big gangster who brought dozens of younger brothers to show off his power. Unfortunately, Huang Daosheng was targeted by several smart younger brothers outside the gate. Who would run to the door of a stranger who was holding the funeral in the early morning to sway?

So Huang Daosheng wanted to get in the mansion several times, but the man in black politely invited him out. He also had a few sarcastic glances. A man in black sneered: "Everyone wants to go in? You have to watch the occasion even if you watch the fun?"

But if you don’t go in, your buddy will hang up! Huang Daosheng made a fuss and took off his big sweatshirt. He turned his face in and out in a few seconds. In an instant, he turned into a white and slightly yellow short-sleeved top. With another thud, Huang Daosheng knelt down on the ground and began to kneel forward from outside the gate to the mansion. He moved while crying: "My great benefactor, why did you leave like this! I was one step late and didn’t say thank you in person! If it weren’t for the rice you gave me twenty-eight years ago, I wouldn’t have been like what I am today!"

As they were about to move to the gate, the group of little brothers in black looked at each other. What was the trouble?

A small black-clad leader blocked his face and acted very appropriately. He asked, "Brother, who is the old man you want to mourn?"

Huang Daosheng thought for a while and said in a crying voice: "Old Master of the He family!"

A group of men in black laughed: "Where are the stupid birds coming from? I didn't know who died today, so I just came over to pay my respects?" "I've seen this boy a long time ago, and I must be not a good bird! I wandered around for more than half an hour early in the morning, just to sneak into the inner palace!"

It's broken! Huang Daosheng slapped his thigh. Could it be that the old man of the He family passed away? He made mistakes and made mistakes. He should have asked the people outside to watch the fun. There are handwriting on the elegiac couplets that often send wreaths. Why didn't he notice it? He was too anxious and too eager!

A majestic voice came: "Kingang! When is it now? Are you still laughing?"

A middle-aged man walked out of the inner mansion. It was probably a filial son of the He family. The group of men in black quickly shut up. King Kong stepped forward and explained in a low voice. The middle-aged man looked at Huang Daosheng kneeling on the ground and said, "Since you have the intention, then go in and kowtow to the old lady before leaving." After that, he walked inside.

Huang Daosheng hurriedly followed and came to the mourning hall. Sure enough, the tattoo on his chest felt aroused and he was overjoyed.

He looked up and saw a photo of the old lady of the He family on the spiritual throne. The filial son and daughter on the side were kneeling with each other. Huang Daosheng calmly walked to the cushion in front of the coffin, knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times in a row. Then the family members thanked him. Huang Daosheng kowtowed three more times, stood up and stood in the corner of the wall, and stopped moving.

At this time, it was almost auspicious time, and no one cared about Huang Daosheng's stay or stay. They all started to pack up and prepared to carry the coffin to open the way. The filial daughters and daughters-in-law rushed forward in a swarm, hugged the spirit coffin and cried, making gestures to keep it. The relatives and friends who were helping each other came forward to pull it. The porter and the filial son shouted slogans and lifted the spirit coffin, and the whole scene was in a mess.

The small sickle tattoo on Huang Daosheng's chest became more and more popular. According to the letter from Ku Zenzi, the sickle mark is hot, and there must be a soul around him. Now you only need to summon the sickle and kill the soul to complete the recharge of the sickle, which seems to be very simple.

The spirit coffin was raised, and the twelve porters and two filial sons who were working with each other, a group of people began to carry the coffin out of the mansion in a mighty manner. Huang Dao was anxious and sweating all over the house, and he cried out in secret: "Is he? Who is the soul? What does the soul look like? How to kill it?"

At this time, a sudden change was made. Before the spiritual coffin could go out, a human-shaped object fell from the ceiling and fell on the spiritual coffin. His whole body was translucent and lying on the lid of the coffin. He wanted to penetrate the wood, but was blocked by the cinnabar thread and ink stone in the fixed coffin.

"It's you!" Huang Daosheng was overjoyed. If this guy wasn't a soul, he would rather be beaten to death.

Summon the soul harvester! A ray of light was emitted from the scythe mark on Huang Daosheng's chest, and a small sickle that was a little bigger than a palm appeared in his hand. He almost vomited blood: "You old guy, Ku Chanzi, you are a magic weapon? It's not as long as a fruit knife, at most it's a small paper knife! Is it for primary school students? What can you do with such a small one?"

Half of the spirit coffin had been lifted out of the door. The soul seemed to be afraid of the strong light outside, but he was extremely reluctant to leave the body of the body in the coffin, and moved backwards on the lid of the coffin bit by bit, wanting to stay indoors.

Huang Daosheng gritted his teeth and rushed forward, pretending to hold the coffin with his left hand, and holding the soul reaper who was shorter than the folded Swiss Army knife in his right hand, and slashed towards the translucent soul on the coffin lid.

When the soul harvester contacts the soul body, it seems that a ray of light is sprayed out, cutting the soul into upper and lower halves. Huang Daosheng recycles it with his backhand, and another knife is made, and the soul is divided into four pieces. Each time the sickle is cut, the sickle will take away part of the soul body, and the remaining souls are getting smaller and smaller. Huang Daosheng will harvest the soul covered by the coffin without falling at all. In this moment, the spirit coffin is carried out from the door.

"Fun!" The hot soul harvester reabsorbed it into his body. Absorbing the soul is the process of recharge. Ku Chanzi only mentioned the word "there is great benefits" in his letter. Unexpectedly, this sense of fulfillment was so comfortable. Huang Daosheng couldn't help but scream and immediately saw the fire-breathing gazes around him.

"Call it out!"

As expected, Huang Daosheng was beaten up by several men in black, then kicked out of the door and fell into dust. Although Huang Daosheng was furious, he felt guilty. The house was so sad that he was holding a funeral and cried in a dark place. He ran over and shouted, "Isn't this a joke?"

A neighbor who was watching the fun was kind enough to help him up and asked, "What's wrong with me, my buddy? I was beaten and chased away?"

Huang Daosheng rubbed his blue face and cursed hatefully: "At this time, I really want to fuck the bitter Zenzi, Jack Ma, and Liu Yan!"

The neighbor asked, "Who is Ku Zenzi?"

Huang Daosheng spitted, with a trace of blood inside: "He is my master, the person who caused me to be beaten today! What kind of shit inheritance technology is not because of him, will I have so many troubles!"

The neighbor asked: "What's going on with Jack Ma?"

Huang Daosheng said fiercely: "It's his Taobao Juhuasuan, which made me take more than 80 people to Zhongnan Mountain in a group! Who can care about so many people? And he's so ugly!"

The neighbors were amused: "Where is Liu Yan? Is he a beauty or a big-breasted beauty? Has he bothered you?"

Huang Daosheng smacked his lips: "No, I love her more, I just want to fuck her!"

Huang Daosheng was beaten up and returned to his rental house with bruises all over his body, poured it onto the bed, and let out a long breath. Then he sat up again, took out the letter from Ku Zenzi from the messy computer desk, and saw the four words "Great benefits" again, and felt a little irritable.

The sickle tattoo on the chest has long returned to peace. Huang Daosheng tried to summon it, but unexpectedly it succeeded. He had never summoned it before today!

Holding this soul harvester, Huang Daosheng went over and over and over again, and a piece of information appeared in his mind.

【The inferior soul harvester】

【Attack power: 1-10】

[Active Technique: Magnetic Summoning, Spiritual Power Consumption 1 Point]

【Spiritual Power: 10/10 (recharged)】

[Special attribute: There is a certain chance to absorb and obtain a life skill of the soul during his lifetime and transfer it to the host, which can be deposited, and the same type can be upgraded]

[Note: Wow, kaka! Disciple, isn’t this magical artifact prepared for you very powerful?]

Huang Daosheng couldn't help but swear: "Your sister is so good! A inferior one!"
Chapter completed!