When the bronze coffin was placed in the tomb full of stone slags, I seemed to hear Zhou Miao in the coffin screaming with a scream

After the coffin was put in, the eight people had to cover the stones on the tomb.

"etc!"

Zhang Jialiang stopped these people and said, "It's time to bury the soil at noon!"

I took a look at the time. It was not far from twelve o'clock noon, almost ten minutes later.

Although it is already autumn, the sun is still very fierce near noon. The scorching sun hits the bronze coffin, as if it can be absorbed by the bronze coffin, and it emits a little light.

"The time is here, bury the soil!"

Zhang Jialiang calculated the time and immediately asked Zhou Miao and the others to bury the soil as soon as the time came.

Crash!

As piles of stone slags were lifted into the tomb, huge stones hit the coffin and made a loud crackling sound.

If it weren't for the bronze coffin, Mr. Zhou's coffin would have been destroyed by the rocks.

After Mr. Zhou's grave was cleaned, Zhang Jialiang distributed the remuneration given by the Zhou family to eight people and told them to leave here quickly and never come to Xijiang City again.

After hearing this, the eight people looked at me and I looked at you, and their faces were full of confusion and asked why Zhang Jialiang?

Zhang Jialiang did not answer the questions of the eight people, but just frowned and said as if it were true: "If you guys want to survive, listen to me and don't ask too much, run away quickly."

Listening to Zhang Jialiang's words, I began to look at these eight people seriously. A strong black aura appeared on the faces of these eight people. This was a dead aura, which meant that these eight people might have life worries.

"Let's go!"

All eight people were eating dead, and they didn't seem to believe what Zhang Jialiang said. After counting the money, they left here.

After the eight people left, I looked up at Zhang Jialiang and said, "Master, how could these eight people have a dead aura on their faces?"

Zhang Jialiang looked serious and said, "It wasn't there just now, but it only appeared after burying the coffin. It should have been targeted by the wood-eating monster." As he spoke, Zhang Jialiang's sharp eyes kept staring at my face.

"Does there anything on my face?" I felt a little embarrassed by Zhang Jialiang's stare. I reached out and touched my face. There was nothing on my face.

"It's not just them, there's also a dead aura on your face." Zhang Jialiang said.

"ah?"

After hearing this, I took out a mirror and put it in front of me and looked carefully. Sure enough, a trace of black air appeared on my angular face. Although it was very light, it meant that I was also targeted by the evil spirit.

However, this is not the first time that death aura appears on my face. I am not afraid of the King of Hell, let alone such a death aura.

I put away the mirror and turned to look at Zhang Jialiang and said, "Host Zhang, what are we going to do next?"
Chapter completed!