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

The cold wind was biting, and the Yin Qi was pressing.

A giant "flying sword" hangs high above the sky.

"Yes!"

Su Xiaoran watched the blazing golden Pai Daxing rising and slowly dissipating.

He jumped up excitedly, with an excited expression on his face.

The flying sword trembled slightly under her jumping.

Tang Sanzan and Liu Mengyan also had faint smiles on their faces.

On the first night of doing things, it was a perfect success.

and.

Under Tang Sanzan's wise eyes, how could he not see it.

Those figures that appeared at the end had the same breath as the "magic armor" in their bodies.

really.

Si Junfeng couldn't bear it. Things outside of his control occurred in Beicheng District.

The nuclear bomb Buddha undoubtedly gave him a big surprise.

Tang Sanzan could even imagine that in Si Junfeng's heart now, there must be a pent-up anger with nowhere to vent.

After all, the nuclear bomb Buddha who voluntarily blew himself up without leaving any room.

Who doesn't get a headache?

"Let's go, you can go back and rest, we still have 'business' to do tomorrow!"

With a thought in Tang San's mind, the flying sword under his feet immediately turned around and flew towards Lin Fu.

......

A teahouse.

Under the dark night, in a deep alleyway.

The teahouse looked lonely and deserted.

In the past, Huang Ziming would usually face the bright moon in the sky at this moment.

Tasting tea, reciting poems and composing Fu, flaunting coquettishness, and displaying one's rich literary background.

After all...it is a...ghost who pays attention to the taste of life.

But today.

in front of the tea table.

Huang Ziming sat nervously on one side, staring at him with big red eyes.

He didn't dare to make any unnecessary moves.

That aura of yang and vigour, even in the middle of the night when the yin qi is at its peak.

In Huang Ziming's eyes, Big Red is like a little sun, extremely hot.

Staying with such a natural alien.

It feels like every minute and every second of itself is like a torment.

He could only smile wryly in his heart, hoping that Tang Sanzan would solve the problem and come back soon.

Otherwise, he is really scared!

Huang Ziming always felt that the big cock looked at him more and more strangely.

Like... looking at a really tasty little snack?

Time goes by little by little.

For ordinary people, the night of terror passed.

An Ran ushered in a new day.

The dawn light shines down, warm and comfortable.

The residents of Nancheng District got up on time, and then habitually began to greet each other with "enthusiasm".

But it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

Why didn't you hear the rooster crowing today?

Boil!

Bai got up so early!

The neighbors who are used to it all feel uncomfortable at the moment.

After finally getting used to being woken up by the rooster Sichen every morning, I read "The Essence of China" by heart.

But it stopped suddenly, which left them feeling empty.

People are so weird sometimes.

So... the sales of big cocks in Nancheng District are obviously better today.

North City.

It is quite different from other big cities.

During the day, Beicheng District was as quiet as anything else.

There are only three or two wandering ghosts wandering on the street, and the doors of all the weird shops are closed.

Obviously, the night is when Beicheng City really becomes lively.

just today.

Lin House.

It was supposed to be deserted and lifeless in the hall of the Lin Mansion during the day.

The air was dead, and the air was piercingly cold.

One by one, strange-looking ghosts stood there trembling and frightened.

Tang Sanzan, who is above the first, exudes terrifying resentment and malice all over his body, which makes ghosts frightened!

"Hee hee hee... What are the forces around here, tell me quickly! If you don't tell me, I will eat you, hee hee..."

The horror doll on Su Xiaoran's waist exudes awe-inspiring evil spirit.

There are no eyeballs in the empty eye sockets, only a strange black liquid overflowing.

The puppet laughed slyly, and asked in an extremely distorted tone, the voice was like a child's, but hoarse and terrifying.

"Reporting to the boss, our neighborhood..."

Last night, the first hanged ghost who kowtowed and fell, stood up cleverly.

After bowing respectfully to Tang Sanzan, he opened his mouth to explain.

As expected of a local ghost in Beicheng District.

Although this guy is not very strong, he is very clear about the twists and turns of Beicheng District.

At first glance, he looks like the kind of ghost who is good at speculating and flattering people. No wonder his tongue is so long.

From this guy's mouth, Tang Sanzan also learned about it.

In the area where they are located, there are two powerful forces, as well as many complicated small forces.

What about the two major forces?

One is the Hall of Rebirth founded by the evil cultivator of the Dharma Aspect Realm, the Corpse Taoist.

The other is the True Dragon Pavilion founded by the demon in the Faxiang Realm - Nielong.

Hmm...Lin Fu is obviously not one of them.

Only now.

In Tang Sanzan's hand, a golden coin appeared.

"Slay the dragon from the front, kill the corpse from the back."

After the voice fell, the coin was thrown high into the air.

The hearts of all the ghosts seemed to be suspended accordingly.

His eyes were fixed on the falling gold coin.

They didn't expect...the newly recognized boss was so vigorous!

They're newcomers, so it's okay to kill their original boss directly and forcefully.

Now they are directly eyeing the two major forces, planning to attack one of them!

The coin fell to the ground.

Make a crisp sound.

However, the eyes of all the ghosts suddenly became strange.

"Boss, the coin is standing up, why don't you just observe it?"

The third child of the Hanged Ghost King asked tentatively.

"Ah this..."

Tang Sanzan groaned, obviously he didn't expect this scene to happen.

He just threw it away,

As a result, the gold coin fell to the ground, and after turning it over a few times, it stood up firmly!

"It seems... I have to make an extra trip today."

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

A group of ghosts suddenly panicked.

They really wanted to speak out to dissuade the new boss from being so impulsive.

But when they thought of the tragic situation of the former boss yesterday, they finally had to remain silent.

They have already witnessed the cruelty of the new boss.

Appetite is not the slightest good.

They haven't lived enough yet, and they don't want to be Tang Sanzhu's "dinner on the plate".

So ever.

Under the leadership of Tang Sanzan.

A group of ghosts, in broad daylight with dawn.

He rushed out of the Lin Mansion in a mighty manner, and went straight to the Zhenlong Pavilion.

Such a scene.

The owner of the watermelon stall who came to inquire about the news all night.

To completely see in the eyes.

A bewildered look flashed through its eyes.

What the hell did Huang Ziming bring him?

How could it be like becoming the leader of the Lin family in just one night?

The owner of the watermelon stand followed in confusion.

It wants to see, this mysterious guy.

What the hell are you thinking.

But I don't know why, but it always has some unpleasant premonitions in its heart...