"Who? I won't do business today!" The gate of the courtyard did not open, but an impatient and hoarse voice sounded inside, followed by a low cough.

Shan Ximu, whose mouth was lightly raised, disappeared from outside the door in an illusion, and the next moment, his figure appeared in the yard. How could a mere yard stop Shan Ximu?

The yard is not small, but it is occupied by five or six black coffins, exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

"There is a guest! The old man avoided him. It seems that he didn't know about the guests, right?" Looking at the empty yard, Shan Ximu looked at the two dilapidated and simple houses with a flash.

"Hmph!" A cold snorted from the house, and then a low and hoarse voice sounded: "The person who comes is not a good person is not a guest. You should leave by yourself, so that the old man will not chase people."

Shan Ximu shook his head in a silence and said, "The old man doesn't want to ask me what I'm doing, so I'll chase me away?"

"If you want to buy a coffin, choose one by yourself, keep the money and keep the coffin from leaving!" said the low and hoarse voice impatiently.

Buy a coffin? Shan Ximu twitched his lips slightly, and then said in a slightly cold tone: "Old thing, you should keep the coffin by yourself! Maybe it will be available at any time."

"Hehe! The old man alone can't use so many coffins, I don't mind sharing you one," the mysterious old man laughed instead of angry when he heard this, but his words were filled with a cold smell.

Shan Ximu shook his head and said calmly: "I'll forget it! Let's reserve it for the guests who came before!"

"Boy, who are you?" A little sore sounded the door. A thin old man in rags appeared at the door of the house. His cold eyes were staring at Shan Ximu with a faint trace of blood. His skinny body became tense.

Feeling the fluctuations of the cold and scented breath on the old man, Shan Ximu asked without answering and responsively: "What are you? No matter how you look, you don't look like a person, and you don't want ghost zombies, it's really strange."

"Hehe!" The thin old man smiled lowly with a light flash in his eyes: "Of course I am not a lowly human, nor a ghost zombie, I am a noble blood clan!"

As he said that, the thin old man with blood-colored fog-like energy appeared all over his body, his eyes turned red, and two fangs emitting a cold light appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his pale face also became a little ferocious.

"Nude? I really didn't see it!" Shan Ximu, who was silly laughing, was only a little surprised by the old man's sudden change, and then shook his head and sneered: "At most, you are a cultivator with the cultivation level of Taoism. This little strength seems not enough to deal with me! I think, you should invite the guests who came before together!"

The skinny old man looked at Shan Ximu indifferently without saying anything, but the space behind him was twisted. The originally dilapidated and simple house disappeared, and turned into a dark hall with a dim light curtain. Shan Ximu and the skinny old man were standing on both sides of the mysterious hall.

In the hall, there are reliefs and mysterious blood-colored patterns. The most conspicuous relief is a human with wings on the back. His blood-colored eyes are weird like blood-colored gems, exuding a bloodthirsty and cold smell, which makes people feel heartbroken.

"Hehe! Cultivators from the East, welcome to the Blood Clan Temple!" The thin old man smiled proudly.
Chapter completed!