The Trick of Longevity, Paper-cutting Becomes a Spirit

Chapter 370 Night Funeral
  When the afterglow of the setting sun filled the earth and the flat grassland was covered with a fiery red color, Lu Qian and Wang Zirong rode white tigers together, still bathing in the afterglow, wandering over the grassland.

Wang Zirong looked back at the sun that was about to set in the sky, sighed and said, "Stop looking for him, we can't find him again."

Lu Qian's face was gloomy and very ugly.

Less than a moment passed before and after, and he actually didn't catch up with the fleeing monk Zhichong!
  Lu Qian even chased him all the way south to Linglong Inn, then turned back and scanned the grassland several times, but in the end he couldn't find even a single figure.

Did this monk Zhichong fly into the sky, or did he burrow into the ground?

This is so weird!

According to Monk Zhichong's speed, it would be impossible for him to escape White Tiger's pursuit.

However, a big living person just disappeared out of thin air under his eyes.

To this day, Lu Qian's only option is to use his mental power to conduct a detailed search of this large area.

However, this is obviously unrealistic.

Even if he spares no effort in mental exertion, this work cannot be completed in a short time.

Hearing Wang Zirong's reminder, Lu Qian breathed out and said somewhat depressedly: "What a hell."

After hearing this, Wang Zirong turned around and glanced at Lu Qian with some surprise, and thought to herself, "Don't you see too many ghosts every day?"

However, it was obvious that Lu Qian was in a bad mood, so naturally she did not dare to say such irritating words.

Wang Zirong glanced at the sun in the west again.

At this time, the sun was already halfway below the horizon.

Seeing this, Wang Zirong said again: "It will get dark soon."

Hearing Wang Zirong's second reminder, Lu Qian nodded quietly.

It seems that this weird thing has to be put aside for the time being.

At night on the grassland, even Lu Qian was not confident that he could deal with the endless ghosts and monsters.

However, if he returns to Linglong Inn at this time...

With White Tiger's speed, it's certainly not impossible. only……

If the smart monk really used some means to secretly return to Linglong Inn, where there are many masters of the sect, this would be too detrimental to Lu Qian.

Thinking of this, Lu Qian turned the direction of the white tiger and flew north.

Wang Zirong saw it and said, "Are you going to... spend the night at the Ghost Market tonight?"

Lu Qian nodded and said: "Let's go to the Ghost Market tonight to spend the night, and then send them to Five Color Mountain tomorrow. We'll talk about other things later."

At this time, Lu Qian's location was southeast of Guiji and northwest of Linglong Inn.

With Bai Hu's speed, even if he went to the Ghost Market, he wouldn't be able to get there before dark.

However, Lu Qian didn't care much about this.

In his current situation, he may not be able to deal with a large number of human masters, but he is not too worried about dealing with ghosts.

The two of them rode white tigers and flew towards the direction of the ghost gathering.

Soon after, the sun set and the sky gradually darkened until it entered night.

As night swept over the entire grassland, some vague and strange sounds gradually began to sound from far away.

The white tiger flew quickly in the night sky, passing only the dark ground without anything unusual.

In this way, after flying for nearly an hour, when they were about to arrive at the Ghost Market, a suona sound suddenly sounded from the northwest.

Exactly the direction they were flying to.

Lu Qian listened carefully for a while, but what he heard was the "Funeral Tune" played by the suona.

It is impossible for anyone to be outside in the grassland at this moment.

Then the only ones who can play this tune are ghosts.

Could it be possible that there are ghosts and monsters at this night——

Funeral?

Hearing this desolate tune, Wang Zirong and Lu Qian looked at each other, and Lu Qian saw a look of surprise in her eyes.

The two looked at each other for a while, and a sneer suddenly appeared on Lu Qian's face.

He said coldly: "Idle time is also idle. If you have time, let's go and see the ghost funeral on the grassland."

Hearing Lu Qian's words, Wang Zirong's eyes suddenly widened.

She had seen the horror of the grassland at night with her own eyes, and even the Taoist priests of Qingxuan Temple could not bear it. Now that Lu Qian heard this weird suona sound, he actually took the initiative to go over and watch?

However, looking at Lu Qian's face at this moment, there was an inexplicable irritability hidden in the deep sullenness. It seemed that as long as a fire was lit, his full anger could be ignited immediately.

Wang Zirong didn't quite understand where Lu Qian's inexplicable and suppressed anger, which seemed to have been hidden for a long time, came from.

But she understood that at this moment, any words of persuasion she said would become the fuse that ignited Lu Qian's anger.

After much hesitation, Wang Zirong finally chose and closed her mouth.

The white tiger flies in the wind with incredible speed.

Soon after, they saw a mound appearing in the left front direction.

That mound is where ghosts gather.

At this moment, they only need to change direction, fly to the mound, and enter the underground gathering of ghosts, and they will be safe.

The ghost community dares to provide accommodation to the guests, which means that in that underground area, they will not be harassed by the ghosts on the grassland.

However, Lu Qian only glanced at the mound and stopped looking at it.

He drove the white tiger directly over the mound and continued flying north.

In the front right, there is the distant Five Color Mountain. The five-color light is even more dazzling and colorful in this dark night.

That dazzling light almost illuminated most of the night.

In the night of the grassland, there are no stars or moon. Only this colorful light is the only source of light in the grassland.

After continuing to fly north for about twenty or thirty miles, a large number of "people" appeared in the dark night under the colorful light on the vast land.

These people were all wrapped in white cloth and held white flags in their hands. They were very eye-catching in the dark night.

White paper money was flying all over the sky, like goose feathers and heavy snow falling suddenly on the ground.

The white tiger paraded in the dark night sky, flew over the funeral procession, and suddenly stopped.

Two people and one tiger, just like that, suspended in the low altitude, motionless.

Lu Qian sat on Bai Hu and looked at everything below with cold eyes.

It was a huge funeral procession, like a state funeral.

One could see endless cavalry on horseback, with black armor wrapped in a layer of white cloth.

Countless white flags floated over the cavalry.

In the center of the cavalry, walking at the front, were a large group of naked women.

These women, with their hands tied, were grieving and staggering forward as the sergeants drove them away.

Anyone who moves slowly will be whipped with a poisonous whip.

Behind this group of women is a phalanx of a band wearing high hats.

They held suona and other musical instruments in their hands, played the wind and played, and walked all the way.

After the band formation, there was a carriage surrounded by a large group of men and women dressed in mourning clothes.

There was a huge coffin placed on a carriage pulled by eight horses side by side.

Behind the coffin is the king's chariot.

The chariot is empty at the moment.

It was obvious that the owner of the chariot was wearing mourning clothes and standing on the carriage carrying the coffin.

The owner of the chariot is not difficult to find.

It was a middle-aged man standing at the back of the coffin truck, holding the coffin.

He was dressed in mourning clothes, which was more solemn than others.

He held his hands on the huge coffin, crying, and gradually raised his head, and suddenly saw the white tiger in the sky in front of him——

and Lu Qian.

The middle-aged man's crying stopped instantly.

His cold eyes looked at Lu Qian in the sky across the distant night sky.

Lu Qian sat on Bai Hu's back and looked at him coldly.

The white tiger hovered in the air, its front hooves pounding the air boredly.

People are in the air, ghosts are on the ground.

One person and one ghost stared at each other in the air for a long time.

The owner of this grand funeral procession slowly withdrew his gaze and slowly lowered his head.

At this time, a large number of Chiguo women walking at the front had already arrived in front of a large pit.

Due to the push from behind, the woman walking in the front was unable to escape and fell into the pit crying.

The woman who had not fallen was crying desperately and pushing back, trying to stop and avoid falling into the pit.

However, a large number of sergeants stood around them, but they continued to line up mercilessly, driving them with their spears, and ordered the women to continue moving forward.

These weak and defenseless women, howling in pain, fell into the pit one after another like dumplings.

The pit was nearly ten feet deep and steep on all sides. Most of those who fell in first were killed on the spot. The one who fell in later had the flesh pad in front, so he was lucky enough to survive.

However, their lives were only temporarily left on their bodies.

The woman who fell into the pit obviously understood what she was about to face. She was struggling to climb up the straight earth wall while crying and howling in pain.

Many white-clothed soldiers, holding long spears, stood on the four sides of the pit, surrounding it and looking at the woman in the pit with cold eyes.

Then, another team of strong men pulled the long rope and pulled the huge coffin to the pit.

Some other people began to arrange tall wooden gears on the edge of the pit, preparing to hoist the huge coffin.

Soon, everything was ready.

Dozens of shirtless warriors pulled the ropes, hoisted the coffin, and began to lower it into the pit.

Under the coffin, there were many women lying forward with their hands raised and crying.

At this time, the owner of the funeral, the middle-aged man with cold eyes, stood on the edge of the pit.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his head and looked up at Lu Qian in the sky.

After watching for a while, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised into a sarcastic smile.

abruptly—

Almost at the same time, all the armored sergeants present raised their heads and looked at Lu Qian in the air.

Those thousands of gazes were all gray and the color of death.

Although their gazes were devoid of any emotion, Lu Qian saw a hint of ridicule in them.

When Lu Qian saw this, the corners of his mouth curled up with a touch of sarcasm.

He said coldly: "You have been extinct for thousands of years. Over the years, you have always used the remaining ghosts to interpret your domineering power of dominating the grassland.

However, even if you continue to act according to this script for another ten thousand years, in fact, you are all already - extinct!

There is no trace of you left in this world, except for some rotten bones! ” ˆ ˆ Hearing Lu Qian’s sarcastic words, the sneer on the face of the middle-aged man with cold eyes disappeared in an instant.

It turned into a look of rage.

He stared at Lu Qian for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Lu Qian in the air, his big mouth seemed to be shouting something.

Immediately—

Countless soldiers under him raised their spears at the same time, slammed them to the ground, and shouted something in unison.

Lu Qian didn't understand what they said, and he didn't bother to listen.

He just patted Bai Hu's forehead gently.

The bored white tiger, hovering in the night sky, suddenly turned its head and looked at the people on the ground.

Then, it opened its mouth and let out a tiger roar.

abruptly—

The moment the white tiger roared.

In the night sky, countless ghost figures suddenly appeared, flying towards Lu Qian in the sky all over the sky.

Most of these ghosts are in the shape of people.

However, most of them have incomplete bodies.

Most ghosts only have a simple enough head and an upper body with rudimentary details.

Their faces were distorted, their mouths opened wide, and they made ghostly howling sounds all over the sky and rushed towards Lu Qian.

At this time.

Twenty or thirty miles away.

below the ground.

In the ghost city.

Whether it's in the ghost market or trading ghosts.

Still a human ghost living in a guest room in the ghost market, preparing to sleep peacefully.

At the same time, all the people and ghosts stopped what they were doing.

They raised their heads together, listening to the ghostly howl that shook the grassland, their faces filled with astonishment.

At the gate of the ghost market, the old ghost who was responsible for guarding the gate also raised his head with a changed expression.

He looked at the clay ceiling above his head with confusion and muttered to himself:
  "who is it?
  Who provoked these guys?
  What are they crazy about? "

After muttering something to himself, he suddenly took out a copper bell from the table in front of him and rang it.

Ghost city alarm bell.

When the alarm bell goes off, it means that a big disaster is about to happen.

So--

This means that the ghosts in the ghost market should be informed to hide for their lives.

……

all of a sudden.

Within a hundred miles.

A group of ghosts hidden underground——

Or, other humans.

almost at the same time.

The alarm bell was heard.

Many people and ghosts.

Look up at the same time.

Surprised.

although--

Everyone knows that the night in Wuqin Grassland is very dangerous and strange.

But among them, there are actually some places that only a few people know about.

just now.

Are these places where we live and settle down unsafe?

……

……

At the funeral at night.

Lu Qian stood astride the white tiger's back and looked at the countless black shadows rushing towards him without even moving his eyebrows.

A tiger roar——

The countless distorted ghost figures around them all became even more distorted almost at the same time.

next moment.

Their "bodies" all collapsed and turned into sand.

The roaring hurricane blew by, and all the "sand" was blown away and dissipated.

on the ground.

The endless army can be seen at a glance.

It also turned into sand in an instant.

Then it was blown away.

Standing on the edge of the pit, the host of the funeral.

His body also turned into sand and dissipated.

Only his head remained the same.

However, the next moment, with the second roar of the white tiger, his skin suddenly peeled off and then was blown away.

In an instant, his remaining head turned into a skeleton.

The skull's eyes were spitting out black flames, and seemed extremely angry.

Then, the skeleton suddenly flew up and hit Lu Qian.

far away--

in the night sky.

Countless white dots suddenly appeared and flew towards Lu Qian simultaneously.

When the white dots are close, you can clearly see that they are also skeletons.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qian's eyes narrowed and his mental power swept out.

Mental power burns!
  Countless gray-white skulls, almost at the same time.

Tengdi was set on fire.

Under the burning flames, these skulls cracked and disintegrated in an instant, peeling off their heads piece by piece, and fell to the ground with flames.

The skull of the funeral owner was closest to Lu Qian. Although its skull was also falling apart, in the end there was still a part left, carrying flames, and flew to Lu Qian.

Lu Qian looked at it with a stern face, suddenly reached out his hand, grabbed it casually, and grabbed it in his hand.

Lu Qian grabbed the bridge of his nose and looked at his disintegrating bones. With a mocking look on his lips, he threw the skull away.

The skulls swinging and falling in the night continued to fall apart and finally dissipated.

It fell to the ground and turned into dust.

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……

Countless pieces of information about gaining potential points are pouring in.

It continued to scroll for a long time and then stopped.

then.

The ground beneath his feet became calm again.

Then look at the little light emitted by the Five Color Mountains in the distance.

The flat land has returned to its original appearance, with green grass covering the ground.

Even the big pit disappeared at the same time.

Under the night, the grassland returned to silence for the first time.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qian's face showed a bit of decline.

Wang Zirong turned around, slowly reached out her hand, gently touched Lu Qian's chin, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Qian took a breath and said calmly: "It's nothing, I suddenly felt bad."

After that, he glanced at the ground and said, "Let's go."

Wang Zirong nodded.

At this moment, she looked at Lu Qian, her face still full of confusion.

Lu Qian looked at her face for a while, then suddenly a smile appeared on his face and said, "It's true that I was in a bad mood, but now I feel much better."

After hearing this, Wang Zirong smiled and said, "So you are using them to vent your anger."

Lu Qian smiled and said, "Let's go back."

With that said, Lu Qian turned the tiger's head and prepared to fly towards the ghost collection.

However, just when he was about to take action, he suddenly stopped.

Lu Qian was riding on the back of a tiger, with his back to the grassland, when suddenly, he felt something in his heart.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the ground behind him.

On this green grassland, there were originally endless "prairie cavalry" and funeral processions.

After the funeral procession disappeared, the place returned to its original appearance and turned into a green grassland.

However, just when Lu Qian looked back, on the green grassland and under the dark night sky, a large number of black-armored sergeants suddenly appeared again.

Seeing this scene, Lu Qian's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of spiritual blue light.

Then, he suddenly discovered that these Hei family sergeants——

All of them are human beings.

Live!

(End of this chapter)