Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Yunshan City under the night.

Bright lights, do not have a charm.

When passing by the edge of Nancheng District.

Tang Sanzan also met an old acquaintance, Yan Qirui.

The night watchman who guided him into the city.

After a simple greeting, Tang Sanzhu gave the other party a small gadget.

Just turned around and left.

The night watchman, with the body of a mortal, guards the night.

A short time passed.

The teammates around Yan Qirui have already changed a few unfamiliar faces.

Even he himself has a hideous scar on his face.

The scar is only a few centimeters away from the neck.

This is a group of the cutest people in the horror recovery era.

It's a pity that they have no talent for cultivation, nor are they the darlings of heaven...

The edge of the northern city.

Don't be too ostentatious about the dark and evil spirit.

Even the rather chaotic Nancheng District is very different from this place.

Beicheng District barely has a signboard with big characters like "Ghost Creature" hanging outside.

Especially in the dark night, there are almost no lights in the northern city, and it is extremely dim.

From time to time, a few shadows can be seen flashing away in the streets and alleys.

Tang Sanzan and the two daughters changed their appearance and came to the edge of Beicheng District.

He decisively walked towards a watermelon stand.

"Boss, how do you sell this melon?"

Tang Sanzan patted one of the big watermelons.

"Two hundred million!"

"Fuck! Ming coins or Renminbi?"

"Nonsense, once I die, can't I still charge RMB?"

"Ahem, I don't have any spare money, take us to find a place where we can exchange money."

Tang Sanzan smiled slightly, and looked directly at the watermelon stall owner with big arms and round waists.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then his face returned to calm, and he whispered: "Come with me."

Tang Sanzan did not hesitate, and followed directly.

With the leadership of the owner of the watermelon stall, I didn't meet any unsightly guys along the way.

Of course... this might still be buried with Tang San.

It is related to the terrifying resentment that emanates all the time.

In the paradise of evil cultivators, killing is everywhere.

Show a certain amount of wrist, you can avoid a lot of trouble.

After all... Evil cultivators like to target harmless little sheep.

Walked for ten minutes.

The owner of the watermelon stall brought the three of them to the gate of a house.

The yard is quite big, and the plaque at the door says "Lin Fu".

"Three, I can only help you so far, the rest is up to you."

"The people living in this mansion are all ghosts. Headed by the ghost surnamed Lin, I have a little friendship with him."

"I greeted you in advance and said that you are coming."

"It's just... I can't guarantee the effect. I'm just a watermelon stall owner who loves growing and selling melons."

"See you later, everyone."

The owner of the melon stall turned around and left.

The three of them covered in black robes took a slight look at the rather large courtyard.

Look at the open door.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked in decisively.

Just came in.

A gust of wind came, and with a "click", the door was closed by the wind.

Under the mask, the corners of Tang Sanzan's eyes twitched slightly.

I feel a little tired of this ghost's dismounting.

What an era, still playing this old trick.

Couldn't wait for a lot of white lanterns to light up in the mansion.

Tang San buried in his heart to slander.

then.

Lanterns flickering with ghostly lights lit up from every corner of the mansion.

Tang Sanzan: "..."

Very good, it smells like that!

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Weird laughter began to echo in the mansion, and it took a long time for it to subside.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a new face come to the door of my Lin Mansion, why don't you hurry up and welcome the distinguished guests in!"

The gloomy voice was as unpleasant as a cat scratching glass.

A shadow came out from the corner.

Walked in front of Tang Sanzan, pretending to lead the way.

After a moment.

In the hall of the mansion.

A group of strangely dressed figures with pale complexions sat scattered around.

A big bearded man was in the first seat, with a ring-headed broadsword on his shoulders, exuding a ghostly aura of Faxiangjing.

The temperature inside the house is like an ice cellar.

The three Tang Sanzan in black robes walked in under the guidance of the little ghost.

"Covering your head and covering your face, is this a shame?"

As soon as he stepped into the room, he heard a cold snort.

A dense ghostly aura instantly diffused from the body of a ghost.

Press towards Tang Sanzan and the three of them!

But the next second.

Terrible resentment erupted from Tang Sanzan's body.

As if in the air, a terrifying and distorted face formed.

Go straight to the ghost that is trying to give it off.

"Ugh!!!"

After a miserable scream.

The master above the first has not had time to stop it in the future.

The ghost had already lost its mind, was swallowed by the distorted face, and was brought back into Tang Sanzan's body.

Such a scene.

Instantly deterred the ghosts in the hall.

Even the big bearded man who was in the first place exuded a fierce aura.

There was an unprecedented seriousness in the eyes.

"Brother, he just tested it, but you killed it, isn't it too much?"

As the boss of the Lin family, Rao is extremely vigilant towards Tang Sanzan.

In terms of face, I still have to stand up and show something.

Although they are ghosts, in some respects, they are no different from human rules.

"You are the boss here, responsible for commanding this group of ghosts?"

Tang Sanzan didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

The eyes under the mask were fixed on the other party.

Under his discerning eyes, he could clearly see the injustice on the other party.

The bearded man only felt that he was being targeted by some ancient evil spirit.

The soul body seemed to be trembling.

But as the boss of the Lin family, he was still tenacious, pretending to be very calm and responded: "Yes, it's me."

"Oh." Tang Sanzan said calmly, and continued, "Then from today onwards, you are no longer."

The voice fell.

Before the big bearded man and ghost got angry.

Only a melodious and long bell rang.

Endless hatred and evil thoughts, like a vast ocean, instantly engulfed the ghost at the top.

Everything, but happened in an instant.

Subsequently.

The figure of Tang Sanzan sat on the first seat.

Two women, one on the left and one on the right, stood on either side of him.

"Now, I am your new boss, is there any problem?"

Tang Sanzan's pretentiously gloomy voice echoed in the hall.

The group of ghosts in the house shivered suddenly (don't ask me why the ghosts shivered, I don't know either).

"From today onwards, I will hang the third son of the ghost king, and I will be your most loyal subordinate!"

In the corner, a ghost with a long tongue sticking out.

Kneeling on the ground with a slap, he was the first to express his loyalty.

Seeing this, the other evil spirits roared in their hearts: This guy is so shameless!

then.

Paji completely knelt on the ground with the dark ghostly figure.

Shouting slogans such as "obedience to orders" in his mouth, he seemed very obedient.

Under the mask, a smile appeared on the corner of Tang Sanzan's mouth.

You see, this lurking is not difficult...