At the moment when the corpse was faked, the sky outside the mourning hall gradually darkened. Everyone in the mourning hall was immersed in an invisible and strange atmosphere of tension, and the entire Gu family seemed to be slowly falling into a deep sleep.
The door of the mourning hall was still open to the outside, and the cold wind blew by, blowing the candles still burning in the mourning hall. Those cold and lonely spiritual flags floated higher and higher, casting strange shadows on the ground.
Far outside the door, in the silence, there seemed to be some voice whispering, like crying, like laughing, or simply the sound of the wind blowing the trees. It was hard to hear clearly, and one could only feel a little chilled in the heart.
From the few lingering candles in the mourning hall to the light outside, countless figures were rushing out of the door. There were more people in the mourning hall who had no time to escape. They fell to the ground as they pushed each other, moaning in pain. With.
But even those outside the mourning hall were still shrouded in fear. There was a thick ghost mist floating outside the mourning hall, like thick ink, floating here and there, changing into various shapes.
And in the mourning hall, the only person standing next to the coffin was Gu Changsheng.
He was still standing there calmly, with his forehead raised, and his wild laughter was erratic in the mourning hall, as if the strange man next to him was the demon from hell he summoned.
The copper basin in front of the coffin was already filled with black paper ash from the burned paper money, which trembled with the night wind that blew in from time to time.
Occasionally, one or two pieces of scattered paper ashes were blown up by the wind, leaving the copper basin and slowly floating in the house. Most of them then quietly fell back on the offering table in front of the coffin, and fell on the three offering plates.
Zhao Yange stared with dead eyes and her face was as white as paper. She stood motionless, completely frightened by the scene in front of her. She never thought that this weirdo was put in by her own arrangement in advance.
Yang Liu'er suddenly moved, and in a blink of an eye, he flashed to Zhao Yange's side, raised his voice and said loudly: "Sister, wake up quickly, token! Use the token to control the wolf demon Yaksha!"
Zhao Yange's face suddenly changed color when he heard the sound, and then he groped around on his body, took out the token from his arms, opened the seal on it, looked at the wolf demon Yaksha, and shouted: "Lie back!"
After a moment, the panting weird man seemed to respond and quietly lay back in the coffin. There were faint "Wow!" sounds all around the mourning hall.
At the first moment, everyone was stunned by the scene of the fake corpse. Seeing Zhao Yange take out the token and point it at the strange corpse in the coffin, he quickly took control of the situation. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief again, and the mourning hall was tense. The atmosphere has relaxed a lot.
Gu Changsheng smiled slightly and returned to his usual calm demeanor. He waved his hand to the ashen-faced Zhao Yange and said loudly: "Zhao Yange, I will lift this fig leaf for you in advance, just in case you can sit on Qingyuan in the future. The throne of the ruler of the city, don’t forget that I helped you today!”
Without further ado, the figure swayed, and just before the wolf demon Yaksha flew over, he quickly kicked open the window next to him and walked out of the mourning hall, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The next moment, countless noisy voices surged from every corner of the mourning hall, roaring like waves. But countless angry people jumped out, and all kinds of questions, scoldings, scoldings, and commands merged into one. Invisible waves came towards Zhao Yange from all directions.
Zhao Yange stood beside the coffin and gasped, her eyes full of anger. It was obvious that Gu Changsheng's sudden farce completely disrupted her wishful thinking.
At this moment, people were shouting around, and they saw that the mourning hall was about to be overturned by the anger of the Gu family. Zhao Yange stamped his feet fiercely, made a decisive decision, and immediately took Yang Liu'er, Gu Qifeng, and Gu Zongyuan to hide behind the wolf demon Yaksha.
Seeing countless uncles and aunts rushing forward with murderous intent, under the leadership of Mr. Gu, they aggressively forced the four of them into the corner of the mourning hall.
After a moment of silence, eerie ghost cries rang out in the mourning hall shrouded in ghost mist. Countless ghosts and ghosts rushed out of the mourning hall and swept across the entire Jiumen Mountain.
The sky is getting darker.
However, several other groups of people, with the support of the Gu family's internal staff, passed through the outer formation and rushed up to Jiumen Mountain.
Their attention was still on Gu Changsheng. Everyone wanted to take away the Qinglan Ring from him and become the leader of Qingyuan City.
Zhao Tianba, a tall man with a fierce expression, snorted coldly, took a step towards the small courtyard where Gu Changsheng was hiding.
But Hu Long and Liu Yuanqing, who had been prepared for it, both jumped out almost at the same time. Hu Long sneered: "Brother Zhao, do you think you can break the chain formation in front of you with brute force?"
Zhao Tianba's eyes widened, and a fierce light flashed on his face, and he said: "If you two have ideas, you can go together. Anyway, each of you can get the Qinglan Ring based on your own ability. If you don't have the strength, just get out of the way and stay out of the way!"
Hu Long sighed and said, "If you had some brains, you wouldn't have been tricked by that Zhao Yange?"
Liu Yuanqing also sneered: "That stinky bitch has obviously colluded with Gu Song to set up this trap for us to jump into. If that kid Gu Changsheng hadn't been clever and broke her trap, you would still be in the mourning hall.
Help her count the money!"
Zhao Tianba's eyes flashed fiercely, and Huo Di turned his head to look at the two of them. At this moment, Gu Changsheng's voice came from the chain formation: "Three seniors, shouldn't you first find out the truth about Zhao Yange?"
"I am an immortal cultivator. After the funeral, I will return to Jiuxiaomen to practice. I am not interested in the position of the leader of Qingyuan City. Any of you in the city are more popular than me, so naturally you should sit in this seat."
"I heard that the ghost in Zhao Yan's Singer is a Yaksha ghost general given by Fairy Mei. Its strength is far superior to the ghost you prepared."
"If I were you, I would go and find out the truth first, deal with that ghost general, and then come back to argue with me."
"Otherwise, even if you get the Qinglan Ring, if the ghost in your hands cannot defeat Zhao Yange's Yaksha, you will still die miserably!"
Gu Changsheng's tone of voice was low-key and sincere, and he seemed to feel a little guilty and afraid of the three of them. Zhao Tianba sneered, turned his head disdainfully, and said without looking at the yard, "Then what are you planning to do?"
Hu Long sneered and said: "Needless to say, we will each send ten elites to guard outside this courtyard, and then go to the mourning hall to explore the truth!"
Zhao Tianba glared at Hu Long and Liu Yuanqing fiercely, and the eyes of the two people who were stared at were not very kind.
After a moment, Zhao Tianba turned around and strode towards the mourning hall. A large number of people followed him and walked out. Hu Long and Liu Yuanqing also walked out with their troops, and soon only three people were left outside the yard.
Ten elites were silently guarding outside the chain formation.
In the yard, Gu Feichen wore the Qinglan ring on his thumb, and the stack of paper money in his hand was burned clean in a copper basin. Then he slowly raised his head. Under the white silk silk, his eyes were indifferent and without luster.
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"Grandpa..." Gu Feichen's voice was so soft that only he could hear it, "Grandpa! Did you see it? These people are crazy. It's daytime, but the entire Qingyuan City has been turned into night by ghosts..."
The corners of Gu Changsheng's cold mouth, standing aside, slowly turned into a sneer, cold and emotionless.
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At the same time, on top of a hill more than ten miles northeast of Qingyuan City, Taoist Mu Tu, who flew out from the Taiqing Mountains without anyone noticing, was already flying in mid-air with his sword. He was facing Qing in the sky.
Yuancheng looked around carefully, and then seemed to find something, and immediately fell to a hill to the north outside the city.
This nameless hill is mostly covered with wild maple trees. From the sky, it looks red and very beautiful. In front of the maple forest, there are three men in cloaks standing at the moment. They are the men he sent.
Seeing Taoist Mutu fall down, the three of them stepped forward to greet him without any marks on their faces, saying: "Welcome to you, ancestor!"
One of the taller cloaked figures said: "As expected by our ancestors, Zhao Yange placed the wolf demon Yaksha in Gu Ming's coffin in advance. She originally wanted to wait for the other three major families to take action first, waiting for them to fight each other.
It was almost time before launching a surprise attack. Unfortunately, her plan was exposed by a boy from the Gu family, forcing Zhao Yange to take action in advance."
Taoist Mu Tu laughed loudly, turned to the three cloaked men and said, "This boy from the Gu family is quite interesting! Did Meier fall into his hands too?"
The three cloaked men remained silent, and only Taoist Mutu continued: "Although this boy's cultivation level is not high, if he has special means, he can still get things done unexpectedly. But these are not important anymore. I originally wanted to do it first
I put the ghost generals and ghosts in Qingyuan City and let those greedy people help me raise them. They are no longer needed now. Hahahaha..."
Taoist Mutu waved his sleeves, and a huge four-tailed red fox appeared next to him. Looking at the red fox, Mutu smiled slightly.
The three cloaked men silently glanced at Taoist Mu Tu and frowned. For some reason, they seemed to think that Patriarch Taiqing was a little strange today.