Shi Huozhu stopped talking and retracted his head, as if the side of the car was his safe zone, a shell that protected him, huddled in the corner, not responding.
The eighth disciple heard Cai Gen's words in the car. They have obviously asked you to get out of the car. What are you waiting for?
"Boss, let's get down quickly! I'm feeling very panicked here."
Yu Santiao also agreed with the Eight Disciples' views and asked Shi Huozhu in confusion,
"Leader, don't think about the merits and demerits. Survival is more important, right?
Do you think so, Captain Huang?"
Huang Ping saw Shi Huozhu's pale face, it must not be that simple.
"Leader, have you discovered something serious?"
Shi Huozhu came back to his senses and answered honestly,
"There are more than 20 spirit envoys below the car. I think it is safer to be on top of the car.
If you have to get out of the car, I can help."
Everyone's enthusiasm to escape from the car instantly cooled down, and they unconsciously used their hands that could move to tightly grasp the things they could. No one could let themselves leave the car, no one could.
Shi Huozhu's betrayal made Cai Gen at a loss. Looking at the enthusiastic staff below, they had no intention of getting out of the way.
"Xiao Shui, are supply stations mandatory?
We just finished eating roast chicken, so why don’t we use their supplies?”
Zhen Shuiyin, who had recovered from her anger, answered Cai Gen's doubts seriously.
“Generally, supply stations are voluntary, and you will be punished during the race for the number of times you go to the pit station.
But this supply station is amazing. I’m afraid it won’t be easy to leave.”
Oh, if I had said this earlier, it would be over. It turns out it is also a level.
At this time, Cai Gen began to face the staff blocking the road.
The clothes are the same, the expressions are the same, and the arrogant sneer is uniform and weird.
Who does this belong to?
According to what Tamamo said when I met him just now, their Onmyoji sect has already withdrawn.
Then it must be the meeting of all heavens.
In fact, these more than twenty spiritual envoys also looked confused.
Cai Gen got off the bus just now, but before he could take action, someone else got on the bus again.
What was the reason that drove Cai Gen to make such an unreasonable move?
If you find danger, you don't have to get out of the car.
If you are not afraid of danger, why go back?
Spirit Envoy No. 1, who was taking the lead, thought it would be better to take the initiative, just like bowling, standing on the track, which was very silly.
He knocked on Cai Gen's car window to signal that he had something to say.
Cai Gen lowered the car window warily, with a bad look on his face.
"What? Are you buying and selling by force?
We don’t buy coffins, cremation is popular.”
After being led by Cai Gen, Lingshi No. 1 didn't know how to answer the call.
"Well, you are Cai Gen, get out of the car."
"No more!"
Is it so simple? No need to think about it?
Lingshi No. 1 waved his hand behind him, indicating that he would go directly to the topic without any further ink.
More than 20 people who were originally on the roadside ran into the tent and carried the coffin out.
Cai Gen just took a casual look at it and didn't think it was big. This time, when more than twenty people carried it out, he realized that the coffin was quite big.
Looking at the size, if it can fit inside, it must be over two meters if not three meters.
It turns out it's not a sample. Look at the mottled skin. It wasn't dug out from a pit, right?
It's so dark that I don't know what kind of wood it is, but it even has a number.
The capital number 397, in red font, is clearly engraved on the side of the coffin, very conspicuous.
Could it be the birthday of the deceased?
Or price?
Such a big pile of wood costs less than 400 yuan?
Is there an old version of this thing?
Just as Cai Gen was about to ask what was going on, the pickup truck moved.
Is this Naqi about to take action?
Is Ana unable to bear it after all?
Then, Cai Gen felt that the pickup truck was slowly and cautiously retreating, and it took a full thirty or forty meters before stopping.
"Naqi, are you okay? Is it necessary?
Don’t tell me that you are still superstitious and are scared when you see a coffin?”
Na Qi didn't answer. Xiao Sun came in from outside the car and sat directly in the driver's seat. His belly looked a bit big, but he was already able to move.
"Third uncle, don't tell me, you didn't realize that those twenty-odd people are spirit envoys."
Ah? Really? It’s normal to see the eyes. Cai Gen nodded honestly,
"I knew it was from the Heavenly Assembly, but I didn't see that it was a spirit envoy. Are these twenty or so?
Shouldn’t it be right? It’s already the seventh circle and you’re becoming a spiritual envoy? It’s unscientific.”
Xiao Timao jumped to the front glass and stared at the black coffin not far away.
"Master, of course, is not just a spirit envoy, this coffin is extraordinary.
It looks like it was made by the Mulolo people in the Luoluo world in the Three Thousand Small Worlds."
Luoluo world?
Muloro people?
Is it awesome?
Is it more powerful than Jinsunnan?
Cai Gen really doesn’t understand.
"Xiaotian, tell me clearly, what's so special about it?
You act like you are facing a formidable enemy, and your atmosphere is very perfunctory. If you don't explain clearly, I won't be able to cooperate."
Cai Gen waited for a long time, but no one answered. Everyone seemed to be staring at the coffin.
Alas, I have little discernment and little experience. If these people don’t explain me, I will be a complete novice.
Come on, since everyone is so patient, let's wait together and see what's wrong.
More than twenty spiritual envoys seemed to be discussing something after taking out the coffin.
He was so focused that he didn't even care about Cai Gen and the others retreating.
Spirit Envoy No. 1 is presiding over this meeting, and the main topic is sequencing.
They formed a circle and began to draw lots. There were twenty-eight numbers in total. This was the order of the sacrifice.
As a spirit envoy, your life and death are not that important.
However, today's sacrifice is definitely not as simple as one's own. It requires everything to be involved.
An extra minute or second of life is a bargain and must be taken advantage of, so the order before and after needs to be drawn.
Everyone received a number plate, and there was no complaint. This was just the way it was meant to be, and there was nothing fishy about it.
A surprise happened. Spirit No. 1 actually drew card No. 1. What a coincidence.
Then, Spirit No. 1 made a temporary decision to start the sacrifice from the big number.
Holding the spirit messenger No. 28 in his hand, he looked helpless. This was all arranged by the Buddha.
He didn't protest, walked to the coffin, didn't use a running start, and bumped into the coffin.
The force was so great that a loud noise was heard and a bell sounded.
It's like trying to get into the coffin, otherwise it would be impossible to use so much force.
Cai Gen knew the strength of the Spirit Envoy. If that thing hit a pickup truck, it would be knocked over.
However, the black coffin did not move at all and was harder than the spirit envoy.
After the collision, thousands of peach blossoms bloomed, and No. 28's head was knocked open.
It's not the kind that requires stitches, it's the kind that's like a watermelon being run over by a train, and 502 can't stick to it.
Following the collision, Cai Gen saw a black shadow coming out of No. 28's body and getting into the coffin with the help of inertia.
Then, a golden face appeared on the dark coffin, which turned out to be No. 28.
