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Chapter 59 Ancient Bronze Coffin, Horror at Night (1)

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    It was as if their souls had been controlled, and they were reduced to puppets at the mercy of others.

    "Your Highness, do you feel that the old man walks a little strangely?" Chen Xin stared at the old man's back, arched Shen Cong's shoulders, and opened his lips quietly.

    "Living dead. Empty but fleshy shell, soul without soul." Shen Cong shook his head and sighed softly, "Even if he is rescued, it may be hopeless."

    Chen Xin gasped.

    In this way, wouldn't almost the entire Miao people be wiped out?

    "They're crazy, are they betting everyone's lives just to raise cat ghosts?" Chen Xin's face was a little stunned and dull.

    These days, the two walked around and pieced together something from the people in Miao Jiang.

    All villages in Miaojiang will open altars to offer sacrifices tonight, offering human sacrifices to heaven, and waking up the sleeping cat ghosts¡ªthese cat ghosts are all raised by them with mother-child voodoo, and everyone has one, which can be manipulated freely.

    But the cat ghost king only listens to the master's words.

    And its owner is the holy son of the Miaojiang clan.

    As for who it was, Ren Shencong and Chen Xin were at a loss for what to ask.

    Shen Cong tried to use gossip to deduce, but he had no choice but to give up.

    "Power can control people's hearts." Shen Cong looked at the back of the old man, turned his head and left.

    Power can rule people's hearts

    Chen Xin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a cold wind blowing around him, shivering a bit, and hurriedly followed the former's pace.

    Although his lightness kung fu is very good, but the three-legged cat's kung fu is in the mouths of those lunatics and animals, and he really can't escape.

    If not, how could he have ended up in such a mess.

    "Your Highness, earlier you told me that the Pearl of Rebirth is an evil thing, and you were almost persecuted by it. But you only mentioned the ancient bronze coffin, and you didn't mention the Pearl of Rebirth." Chen Xin remembered something and hurriedly  asked suspiciously.

    Could it be that His Royal Highness King Qin lied to him and wanted to swallow the Pearl of Rebirth all by himself?

    "Actually, after that day, I came to Miaojiang once." In front of a big tree, Shen Cong cast a barrier with his sleeves, and then he spoke to explain his doubts.

    It turned out that after returning from Miaojiang, Shen Cong always felt that the figure was very familiar, so he went to Miaojiang again.

    This time, he got the Pearl of Rebirth by accident, but fell into the infinite illusion, and his soul was almost lost in it.

    If the system hadn't stripped him off in time, he would have confessed where he was.

    After receiving the friendly reminder from the system, Shen Cong thought about it, but he couldn't find anyone who could help him, so he turned back helplessly.

    "Now that I have reached the alchemy state, it is more than enough to deal with that guy with all my strength." Shen Cong said here, with a murderous look in his eyes.

    This time, he must kill that guy under his Xiuchun knife.

    Seeing that Chen Xin was silent, Shen Cong simply took out the kit and handed it over.

    "I, Shen Cong, act upright and upright. I never say tricky things to deceive others."

    Chen Xin was stunned, smiled and stuffed the kit into the former's hand: "It's my villain's heart that judges a gentleman's belly, Your Highness forgive me."

    Shen Cong waved his hand, put away the bag and sat down cross-legged indifferently, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

    As for Chen Xin, he turned his head and looked at the north, the direction where Yanjing was.

    Perhaps in my lifetime, I will not be able to return to my hometown with a living you.

    After being silent for a long time, the jade-faced fox suddenly sighed, and a rare look of sadness overflowed the corners of his eyes.

    Into the night.

    It is snowing in the south, and so is Miaojiang.

    The sudden snow turned the entire rolling mountain into a white plain covered in white.

    Just before midnight, a strange ringing bell rang suddenly.

    "Hundred ghosts walk at night, strangers make way¡ª"

    Shen Cong who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

    "Hundred ghosts walk at night, strangers make way¡ª"

    ?The midnight cry of that year strikes again, merging with the present.

    He stood up abruptly, took out two pills from the Qiankun pouch on his waist, swallowed one by himself, and handed one to Chen Xin.

    A drowsy person got up subconsciously, took the pill and swallowed it in one gulp.

    The bitter taste in his mouth immediately brought him back to his senses.

    "Your Highness, you want to kill me with poison. I'm not righteous, but I'm also not evil. I'm a grand thief who robs the rich and gives to the poor!" Chen Xin frowned and complained bitterly.

    "It's a elixir that conceals your aura, and it lasts for half an hour. Follow up." Shen Cong stared at the four directions and opened the door, walked towards the villagers in the center of the village, and saidThen he flicked his sleeves to dissolve the enchantment, picked up his pace and walked towards the center of the village.

    At that time, the locust tree at the entrance of the village trembled.

    One after another, the cat corpses suddenly opened their green eyes, and the godless cat pupils were extremely cold and terrifying in the dark night.  They struggled for a while, fell from the locust tree, and staggered towards the center of the village.

    The villagers on both sides gave way very consciously, and at the same time did not forget to bow their waists and lower their eyes - as if these cat ghosts were the kings at this time, and they were just humble slaves.

    Hundreds of ghosts travel at night, and strangers make way-it's nothing more than that.

    A gust of cool wind suddenly blew, and goose bumps appeared on Chen Xin's neck.

    He trembled for a moment, hurriedly caught up with Shen Cong, and mixed with him among the villagers.

    The closer to the altar in the center of the village, the more intense the rotten smell of death and decay.

    Chen Xin was so stimulated that he almost vomited. Seeing Shen Cong glance over, he smiled awkwardly, and quickly sealed his sense of smell.

    "After the effect of the medicine wears off, you go and release the firework signal, and Sibei Jinyiwei will come to get rid of the demon. You can leave now." Shen Cong handed something to Chen Xin, and the sound transmission entered the secret road.

    After all, Chen Xin is not a spiritual practitioner. After hearing this rare sound transmission into the secret, he was stunned for a long time before he realized it.

    He nodded and took it.

    The two leaned against the corner and looked up at the altar.

    On the altar, there is an ancient bronze coffin.

    Exactly the same as back then.

    Shen Cong's eyes deepened.

    The cat ghosts jumped onto the altar, bowed their heads around the ancient bronze coffin, and then all walked towards the fire beside them.

    In the fire, a dying girl was swallowed up.

    The cat ghost jumped into the fire like a moth to the flame, and the bright flame suddenly turned into a faint green.

    On the stage, an old man wearing a crow mask held an ancient bronze rattle in his hand, raised it above his head and shook it three times. While walking around the ancient coffin, he recited an unknown language plausibly.

    The villagers from all directions knelt down together, folded their hands and kowtowed as a salute to the emperor and ministers.

    "Welcome my king back¡ª"

    The uniform voice resounded through the air, obviously very loud and passionate, but Chen Xin got goosebumps again when he heard it.

    If he could not feel his own breathing, he would have thought that he had gone to the underworld.

    At a certain moment, a sharp cat cry burst out from the ancient bronze coffin.

    The old man walked up to the green fire with the rattle in hand, and stretched out his hand.

    When the bell was crooked, a handful of green fire filled it.

    The old man carefully held the green fire, walked towards the ancient bronze coffin, and placed the rattle with the flame in the central groove of the coffin lid of the ancient bronze coffin.
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