I looked up at Shen Shuyi. After the girl wearing a Mongolian clothes heard the sound outside the door, she couldn't control a horror expression on her face.

"Okay, I'll send you."

After speaking, I set off a feng shui array in the room where Zhu Xunuo was located to prevent someone from going to the room and followed Shen Shuyi out of the medicine shop.

"You have been chosen as the king of Shaman, and are you afraid of this dead?" I looked at Shen Shuyi while walking.

Shen Shuyi glanced at me and said, "Don't talk about it, I'm not the king of shaman!"

During the speaking, the two of us have already walked out of the streets of West Street. Coincidentally, the two of us just walked out of the streets of the West Street and happened to meet the funeral team that came from the street.

This funeral team is very huge, with about more than 100 people. These individuals look sad one by one.

From some of the precious clothes in their white filial piety, I can see that this old person should be rich.

"Grandpa drove the crane west, and the idlers retreated three points!"

Just as I looked at the funeral team in a daze, a young Taoist priest swung the dust in his hand and walked towards us to signal that the two of us left.

I pulled Lashen Shuyi and retreated to the alley.

Coincidentally, the funeral team came over with a large coffin covered with red cloth. This coffin was two or three times larger than the coffin we saw usual, and it looked very heavy.

It's tired, panting, sweating.

"Brother Qing, why is this coffin so big?" Shen Shuyi looked at the coffin under the red cloth, her face was slightly pale.

"There is a layer of coffin on the outside of this coffin. The real coffin is in the coffin." I said, staring at the coffin tightly.

The ingredients of this coffin are very strange. Although there is a layer of wood -colored paint outside, I can see from the material of this coffin. This coffin is not wood, it is bronze!

Bronze and five elements belong to gold, with the gas of killing.

The corpse in the coffin changed?

Thinking of this, I found a pair of white glutinous rice from my pocket, and when no one was paying attention to spill glutinous rice on the bronze coffin.

Da Da Da Da!

After the glutinous rice fell on the bronze coffin, it just made a sound of sound. The white glutinous rice had no reaction.

No evil?

Looking at those glutinous rice that fell on the ground, it was extremely white, I was puzzled. If the people in the inside did not change the corpse, how could this family have a bronze coffin?

You know, if people have no corpses, they are taboo with bronze coffin.

Bronze is a sharp weapon. The dead sleeps in this bronze coffin, which is equivalent to sleeping on the tip of the sword of the sword.

Is this the deceased doing something to be sorry for his family during his lifetime. Should this family deliberately organize the deceased?

Thinking of this, I looked up carefully and looked at the family of these deceased. The family members of these deceased looked sad one by one, and there was no hatred with the deceased.

Just when I was puzzled, I saw the dead of the deceased's birthday:
Chapter completed!