After the Group Pet, the Ancestor’s Vest Went Crazy

"Su Jia? What's wrong with her?" Yun Ling frowned, feeling that this matter was not that simple.

Su Xian shed tears and kept shaking her head.

She dare not say, really dare not say.

Yun Ling knew what she was taboo, it was nothing more than Qiu Yan's lingering spirit.

"Yaoyao, Bai Yun comes out of Xiu, cut his left hand!"

"Yes!"

Yun Yao brandished the peach wood sword and stabbed towards the coffin out of thin air.

The onlookers looked at it for a moment, and only felt that Yun Yao was hitting the air.

Upon seeing this, the gods and priests began to pretend to recite mantras.

"Are there any ghosts?"

"Don't pretend to be a fool!"

"That's right, get rid of these two people quickly? What are you messing around?"

Seeing that Mr. Qiu did not welcome Yun Ling and Yun Yao, a group of relatives began to hug their thighs and coaxed them away.

Yun Ling squinted his eyes and continued to point Yun Yao: "Cangsong welcomes the guest, Yaoyao, jump on the coffin and stab him in the back!"

"Good!" Yun Yao found that this peach wood sword really worked.

Qiu Yan took the posture of an evil spirit one second before, and the next second, fleeing around in fear.

Yun Ling was not idle, put his hand into his pocket again, and took out a bottle of bull's tears.

"Want to hell, right? Drop this."

After finishing talking, throw it at the loudest yelling one.

The man took the eye drops, and he was dubious: "I still don't believe it, can there be ghosts in this world?"

"If it is true, I will kneel on the ground for you as a horse rider."

After this person set up the flag, he raised his head and dripped tears into his eyes.

He wanted to see what he could see with this thing.

"Cut, there is nothing."

The man sneered disdainfully.

"Here." Yun Ling curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled, lazily pointing with his hand.

The man looked at it inadvertently, and when he saw Qiu Yan's soul hanging upside down on the hanging beam of the mourning hall and spitting out a tongue that was several meters long, he screamed in surprise: "Ah-ghost! Ahhhhh!"

"What's the name of the ghost?" The relative next to him didn't believe it, and grabbed the eye drops in his hand.

Then, one or two, all dripped at the same time.

Mrs. Qiu was also very curious, so she also came to join in the fun and dripped eye drops.

When this group of people opened their eyes, they saw the scene in front of them, and they all made ‘ahhh’ ghosts scream.

"Damn! What a ghost!"

"Run!"

A group of people began to run around.

Within a few minutes, the wedding scene was a mess.

The relatives who had shed bull's tears were all shocked.

But Qiu Yan was beaten by Yun Yao to hide everywhere, rushing to and fro, rushing into the middle of this group of people, scared them directly and fainted.

"Hehe, it's fun!" Yun Yao smiled cheerfully while waving his sword.

He accidentally kicked the coffin board away with a kick.

"Brother! Qiu Yan's body is not in the coffin!" Yun Yao exclaimed.

Yun Ling was stunned for a moment.

Su Xian heard the words and took a last breath, tugging at the corner of her clothes: "Graveyard...Save my sister..."

"No! Yaoyao, cut through the thorns, pierce Qiu Yanyintang acupoint, I'll leave it to you first!" Yun Ling roared anxiously, grabbing the arm of Mrs. Qiu next to him: "Where is the cemetery?"

"Huh?" Mrs. Qiu had a question mark on her face.

"Take me over!" Yun Ling scolded angrily, shocking Mrs. Qiu.

Mrs. Qiu nodded, and hurriedly responded, "I will bring it, I will bring it."

Seeing that Yun Ling was about to do something bad, Mr. Qiu was annoyed, and greeted a group of thugs in black: "Go! Get that kid up for me!"

"Yes!" a group of thugs said in unison, and a group of black men chased towards Yun Ling.

In the mourning hall, the Taoist priest picked up the few bull's tears left on the ground and dripped them into his eyes.

When he opened his eyes and saw the scene in front of him, his soul was scared away: "Damn! It's really a ghost!"

"Little devil, look at the move!" At this moment, Yun Yao stabbed towards Qiu Yan's Yintang.

Qiu Yan was too late to react, and his soul was broken up.

Yun Yao opened the Qiankun bag and collected Qiu Yan's scattered soul.

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Qiu’s cemetery is only one kilometer away from the mansion.

Yun Ling dragged Mrs. Qiu while fighting with the thugs, making it very lively along the way.

The thugs weren't Yun Ling's opponents at all.

Mrs. Qiu was like a kite in Yun Ling's hand, letting her hold it.

Throughout the whole process, Mrs. Qiu's eyes widened, with an expression of astonishment.

This little Yun is too good at fighting, right?

"How far is it?"

"just in front……"

Mrs. Qiu pointed her hand.

Yun Ling took a look and found that there was a hint of red in the forest not far away.

When she took Mrs. Qiu over, a group of people had collapsed on the ground, alas, screaming as well.

"Quan Tianqing?"

Yun Ling looked at the man who was slowly wiping his hands with the kerchief after the fight, and raised his eyebrows.

Quan Tianqing glanced at a big hole at his feet, and said lightly: "There are living people in the coffin."

Yun Ling frowned, and his voice instantly lowered, "I know."

She released Mrs. Qiu, took a step forward, grabbed the shovel next to her, and smashed it towards the coffin board.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Qiu hurriedly tried to stop him: "Shao Yun, what are you doing?"

Yun Ling ignored her, smashed it down with a shovel, and directly pried the coffin board open.

She kicked the board away.

In the next second, the picture that broke into the line of sight almost scared Mrs. Qiu into a faint.

In the coffin, there was a man and a woman, Qiu Yan, who had been dead for a week. In order to cover up the stench of his body, a lot of spices were put in the coffin.

He was put on a bridegroom outfit and heavy corpse makeup, exactly the same as Qiu Yan's ghost costume in the mourning hall.

Next to the man's corpse, there was a girl lying with delicate makeup and a bright red wedding gown.

The girl is not someone else, it is Su Jia!

One after another, Mr. Qiu, Su's parents, and some relatives and friends rushed over.

When they saw this scene, their friends and relatives were shocked, their eyes widened, their legs softened, and they couldn't move forward any more.

"This...Isn't Ayan married the eldest daughter of the Su family? Why is the younger daughter lying here."

"She won't... die, will she?"

"This is too horrible! To be buried with the living?"

"What age is it, murder is illegal!"

The discussion became louder and louder, and Mr. Qiu and the second elders of the Su family were all panicked.

The subordinates couldn't beat Yun Ling and Quan Tianqing at all, they could only watch Yun Ling take Su Jia out of the coffin.

"Are you still alive?" Quan Tianqing squatted down, covering his nose with a veil, a little disgusted with the smell of corpses on Su Jia.

Yun Ling touched Su Jia's pulse and nodded: "Fortunately, there is breathing, it should be a temporary shock."

Yun Yao shook his Qiankun bag and ran happily, wanting to ask Yun Ling for credit.

When she saw the scene in front of her, she didn't calm down, especially when she smelled a disgusting smell, she almost didn't vomit.

"Is this TM done by humans? Oh... how can a living girl be forced to be buried?"

"Call the police." Yun Ling said blankly, and hugged Su Jia.

Before leaving, her eyes fell on the second elder of the Su family.

Staring at them incredulously, looking for an answer: "Why?"