I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

However, Qiao ciguang's attitude was firm. He replied telepathically,"If I don't try it for myself, how would I know if it's real or fake? Don't worry, before I set out, master and all the senior uncles have already prepared some methods to prevent the evil cultivators from using devilish tricks."

"Even if something happens, I'm confident I can escape unscathed."

Shi Wanli's brows furrowed, but after some serious thought, he realized that more than a day had passed. Su zhentian's high-level cultivators must have arrived at the million Moqi sea.

Senior Sister Qiao's trip might seem dangerous, but she would definitely be protected by a high-level cultivator from su zhentian, so there shouldn't be any problems.

Hence, he did not try to persuade her.

"Zi village will never forget fairy's kindness." The village chief came back to his senses and immediately agreed.

As he spoke, he took out the bamboo tube. After opening it, he indicated for Qiao ciguang to choose one of the bamboo sticks that seemed to be the same as the others.

Qiao ciguang did not hesitate and immediately pulled out the stick.

The moment she pulled out the stick, an icy cold feeling quickly wrapped around her body, as if a mark had been placed. Qiao ciguang instantly felt that even though this mark had yet to take effect, once the time was up, it would immediately take her life.

"Based on past experience, you have two hours to settle your funeral matters." The village chief said, " you must return to your residence in two hours. &Quot;

&Quot; in addition, the funeral will be held tomorrow. At that time, your corpse will need to be dressed and changed into new clothes. &Quot;

"But the mourning woman is already dead, and there is no such person in the village. This matter of washing up and wailing will have to be resolved by the fairy herself."

Qiao ciguang hesitated for a moment before he agreed.

Through today's funeral, she already knew that as long as one didn't break the fixed rules, nothing would happen to them.

Since that was the case, he would just leave it to his four junior sisters.

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In the blink of an eye, another day passed.

Sang village.

Every household was decorated with lanterns and colored banners. Human skin lanterns were hung all over the branches, and corpse oil candles were shining high up. The aura of the dead, resentment, and hatred filled the entire village.

However, the joy in the village grew even stronger.

The villagers once again gathered at the village chief's house.

In the midst of the music, children ran and played, and everyone chatted. Just as it was getting lively, eight beautiful female cultivators arrived.

These eight female cultivators were all dressed in a thousand charms, with fluttering lapels and jingling pendants. When their eyes moved, many male villagers couldn't take their eyes off them.

However, they were arrogant and haughty. They didn't even look at the crowd and walked through the crowd to take their seats.

Looking at this scene, the village chief, who was standing in the corner, nodded his head slightly. It was good that the eight people beside the young master were here.

Thus, he turned around and walked to the back.

A moment later, the village chief appeared outside his only son's house. After opening the door, he saw his son standing motionless on the spot without any signs of life. He was just an empty shell. His expression was calm, without the slightest surprise or sadness.

At the end of the day, it was just a storage tool used to compete for life providences.

Not paying much attention to his only son, the village chief quickly walked to the coffin and touched it with his hand, his expression constantly changing.

The young master was in this coffin!

These curse slaves guarded the inheritance left behind by the "curse" and were imprisoned in this world for generations, as if they were bound by heavy shackles at all times.

They were different from the ignorant men and women in Zi village who knew nothing. They only knew how to farm for days, living in the morning and dying in the evening. Other than food and living, they had no other thoughts.

Although the curse slave was originally a mortal, in the process of serving the " curse, " he was gradually influenced and had a long life. He also knew about cultivation. How could he not have long-term desires and hope to be like the legendary cultivators, to be immortal, to pick the stars and moon, and to be free in the world?

However, the curse was the reason for their success and failure. Because of the curse, they were able to escape the vision of the mortals of the ethereal Island and see another vast world. However, because of the curse, not only were they unable to leave this place, but they could only watch helplessly as the top inheritance that all ghosts in the world went crazy for was in their hands, but they could not touch it.

But now, the young master was here. They finally had the chance to get rid of the 'curse' and be their Masters!

After calming himself down, the village chief carefully took out 12 nails that were several feet long.

These nails were completely black, and there seemed to be dried blood lingering on the tips, giving off an extremely strong stench. There was a thin layer of mist on the nails, which seemed to be alive and could not stop gathering and dispersing.

Upon closer inspection, one would realize that the mist was actually formed from tiny souls. The souls were in extreme pain, but they could not make a sound. They struggled madly and squirmed. At first glance, it seemed like the mist was gathering and dispersing on its own, moving without a fixed pattern.

"Fengdu subduing life." The village chief murmured in a low voice as he ruthlessly nailed the first long nail into the coffin.

The long nail pierced through the coffin without any resistance. It pierced through the entire coffin, and the tip of the nail poked out a small section from the other side. The blood stain on the coffin was stained with fresh blood, and the stench had faded a lot.

The village chief didn't hesitate or couldn't bear it. When his eyes touched the new blood, he revealed an extremely greedy expression, and his hands became more agile."Du city guards life."

"Ying city guards life."

"Zhu Cheng's life."

"Ying city guards life."

"Huang city guards life ..."

Soon, the 11 long nails penetrated the entire coffin. Blood dripped down the tips of the nails. As the smell of fresh blood spread, the original stinky smell of the nails was almost gone.

Inside the coffin, the body of the village chief's son was nailed to the bottom of the coffin by 11 long nails.

As it was an empty shell, he did not have any reaction.

At this moment, the village chief took out a white bone flute and gently placed it by his lips. Then, he opened his mouth and blew out a cold soul wind. Wuwuwu, the bone flute was instantly blown and made a strange sound.

As soon as the flute sound rang out, the village chief's son in the coffin instantly opened his pale eyes!

However, immediately after, due to the deadly poison of the silent life subduing pill, his entire body went limp, and he was unable to move.

At the same time, under the system's control, PEI Ling also opened his eyes and stood up on the spot.

The village chief nodded slightly. As PEI Ling's actions were exactly the same as the instructions he had given with the bone flute, and there was no hesitation in between, he did not detect any problems at all.

Seeing this scene, PEI Ling's heart was extremely nervous.

But seeing the village chief staring at him for a long time, as if he didn't recognize his identity at all, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

&Quot; fortunately, he didn't open the coffin lid ... &Quot; PEI Ling rejoiced in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt that an indescribable but extremely important power had suddenly merged into his body!

In the next moment, PEI Ling suddenly realized that he had deceived the village chief. This should be the fate of the village chief's son.

The struggle for the Dao had already begun!

At this moment, village chief suddenly turned around and walked outside. The bone flute was still playing, and the tune became more and more strange, the rhythm also became more rapid.

Under the system's control, PEI Ling immediately followed ...

A moment later, the two of them arrived at the main hall.

"Master!" The eight human cauldrons who were originally seated immediately surrounded him.

Today was the master's big day, so the person dressed as a groom must be the master.

However, when they got closer, their expressions changed. This was not their master!

Preposterous!

A mere mortal village actually dared to toy with them!

However, just as the eight cauldrons 'killing intent surged, village chief's bewitching voice rang out once more, " "Take a good look, this is your master!"