880: C880 The Dead Carry the Red Palanquin

C880 The Dead Carry the Red Palanquin

Shangguan Lingxian's words made Soong Yuan feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze on the spot.

Lee Yun used his eyes to signal Lianyi and the other two girls. The two girls immediately understood what he meant. They quietly tightened their grip on their swords and prepared to attack Soong Yuan.

But at this moment, a cold voice came from afar.

"Hehehe, this is really mud that can't support the wall. "

Hearing that cold voice, everyone felt extremely uncomfortable. They turned around and only took a glance. Instantly, their entire bodies trembled.

"What is this?"

The sunlight was shining brightly in broad daylight, but everyone felt cold all over, and their scalps were numb. They were all frightened by the horrifying scene in front of them.

A sedan chair appeared on the wide cement road of Zhang Village.

It was a big red sedan with embroidered cloth covering its body. It was decorated with dragon and phoenix patterns. The top of the sedan chair was embroidered with two huge dragons, making it look like an extremely festive big red sedan chair!

However, this sedan was covered in a large hemp rope net, covering the upper half of the large red sedan.

Such a strange style was not used by living people, only dead people.

"Yes, it's Aunt Bai!!"

Someone pointed at one of the four people carrying the palanquin and let out an extremely terrified shout, causing the three thousand people inside and outside the ancestral hall to fall into a deathly silence.

There were four people carrying the red palanquin that was covered by a large hemp rope net. All of them were quite beautiful women, and they all wore bright red dresses that matched perfectly with the palanquin.

However, each and every one of their faces was pale and expressionless. After putting down the palanquin, they stood there with their hands clasped behind their backs. Within their grayish-white eyes, no living person could be seen. They were empty, pale, and strange.

When the big red palanquin was put down, an invisible chill enveloped everyone present. The village chief was so scared that he took a few steps back and looked at the creepy scene in front of him in horror.

"What's wrong?" Fairy Doctor did not hear any reply and could not help but ask over the phone.

"A dead person carrying a red palanquin, a demon is daydreaming. "

"What?"

Lee Yun did not answer her. He patted Qingyu's trembling shoulder and gave Lianyi a comforting look before slowly walking forward.

"Hee Canghu, Shi Taining, I didn't think we would meet here!"

That's right. There were two people standing next to the big red palanquin.

One of them was the Flying Tiger Sect's Sect Leader, Hee Canghu.

The other was the Shi Taining that Lee Yun had met once at Wan Qingfei's place!

"Don't worry, we will meet often in the future. "

Shi Taining, who looked like a handsome young man, held a paper fan in his hand and gave Lee Yun a mocking smile. "It's just that you followed Uncle Bone Ghost by refining a corpse. Coincidentally, Uncle Bone Ghost and I will meet frequently. "

Refining a corpse?

Lee Yun glanced at the four women who were carrying the palanquin. Their bodies emitted a faint smell of feces. Two of the slightly younger women had white spots on their faces that had dried up for a long time. After recognizing these white spots, Lee Yun felt extremely disgusted.

This Bone Ghost Daoist was truly disgusting!

"Lee Yun, who is the person who appeared again? Is he the one who lured Soong Yuan into the evil path?" Shangguan Lingxian's words spread through the microphone and sounded unusually ear-piercing.

"Shangguan, junior sister. . . "1

Soong Yuan ignored the few people who came and looked at Lee Yun's phone with a face full of pain. It was as if through this, he could see the gentle and kind junior sister who was thousands of miles away.

Just thinking about Fairy Doctor's voice and smile was enough to make Soong Yuan feel extreme grief.

Everything was already irreparable.

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