Chapter 103 Funeral Song, for Whom Is It Played! (First Update!)

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"Guys, get up!

If you have a gift, swipe a wave of gifts,

The rich hold a money market,

Those who don't have money hold personal games,

Free glow sticks to wave!

at last,

Let us take another wave of 66666666! "

The old Taoist roared hoarsely, his voice was almost hoarse, but he kept waving his arms, vigorously, sweat was already flowing from his forehead, and his body was almost half soaked.

He had just appeared on the stage before, and he still had a sense of immortality, with a decent sense of immortality in every gesture.

But right now, he looks like an old rock fanatic. Just now, he has sung more than a dozen songs in a row, and they are all the kind of people who raise their voices and yell, yelling so hoarsely that they seem to be coughing up blood at any time.

"Master Daoist, our own people are all our own people, stop singing!"

"Daozhang, my mother asked me why I knelt down to watch the live broadcast. I'll kneel down for you, don't sing Daozhang!"

"Actually, it sounds pretty good."

"Upstairs +1!"

"If you don't know how to appreciate it, go away. The Taoist priest uses bel canto, which combines the rhythm of classical music and also incorporates some ethnic styles... Sorry, I can't make it up anymore."

"The Taoist priest hasn't started the live broadcast for half a year, and he probably encountered some difficulties. He wants to vent."

"Dawn of Victory sent a plane: Daoist, come on, keep singing, you sing so hard I'm dying."

"The evil Zhengtaikong sent a plane: Daoist chief, come on, lick your little pipe, blah blah!"

"Shit, that guy has appeared again, kill him!"

"Grab and hit!"

The old man panted heavily, then looked at the barrage and smiled, "What program do you want to watch next?"

"Flying coins, do that trick again!"

"Upstairs +1!"

"Sword dance, punch!"

"Shout Mai!"

"As long as you don't sing anything...

………”

"Okay, then I'll sing a song for everyone!"

The old Taoist cleared his throat, and it seemed that he was about to continue singing.

"..." Shuiyou No. 1.

"..." Shuiyou No. 2.

"..." Shuiyou No. 3.

The old man tuned the song directly,

This is Xiao Yiqing's "Funeral Song".

"Sleep, sleep,

Please don't hesitate anymore!

sleep, sleep,

Forget all sorrows..."

"Do you think he's crazy?"

Tang Shi, who was standing next to Zhou Ze, suddenly spoke.

Zhou Ze shook his head and said calmly, "It's the person you were waiting for. He came back today, so you are happy."

"Actually, he just feels uncomfortable." Tang Shi said, his expression gradually turned cold, "Do you know, the old Taoist gave that monkey a name."

"Oh? What's it called?"

"cockroach."

Zhou Ze would not say that this is very similar to the name of a small reptile.

"Xiaoqiang, Lao Dao's former roommate, they met in Rongcheng."

"What about others?" Zhou Ze asked.

"died."

Zhou Ze pursed his lips.

"He died to help us escape."

Having said that, Tang Shi paused and continued:

"So, it's not just about being happy to welcome him back.

actually,

It's a revenge,

today,

It's not a day to celebrate the return of old friends,

is the day of vengeance,

blood debt,

Blood payment. "

With a wave of Tang Shi's finger, the red ink on the bar immediately splashed out, and wrapped around Tang Shi's wrist, as if wearing a blood-red bracelet, which was enchanting and eye-catching.

"I don't understand." Zhou Ze shrugged, "Since you have already escaped, and someone made sacrifices for it, why did he take the initiative to go back?"

"Before I answer this question, can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"The temple god from last time, and the senior ghost messenger who went through the city with problems a while ago, why couldn't they kill you?"

Zhou Ze didn't know how to answer.

It is impossible for him to say, in fact, he is not very clear, like drunk, fell asleep, woke up and saw,

oh,

who would kill me,

died.

Ha ha ha ha,

This evil pen is actually so dead,

I don't remember anything,

Ha ha ha ha!

Tang Shi helped him answer:

"Because you're not alone,

will progress. "

"If you are so confident, then I really look forward to it."

Zhou Ze didn't want little Lolita to come back safe and sound.

He will not be fooled by the appearance of the little loli, in fact, he knows,

If little Lolita comes back safe and sound, and even completes the task, then it will be her turn to settle accounts with herself.

The ID book in my hand, the key to the gate of hell that originally belonged to little Lolita in my possession, may have to be forced to hand over.

The death of the driver has not been revealed yet, but at least it shows that little Lolita is not a kind person.

What everyone wants is nothing more than profit. Living people are busy all day long for profit. In fact, even if they are dead, they are still the same.

Before Mrs. Bai completed her merits and prepared to go to hell, she specifically asked herself to dispose of her corpse, that is, Bai Yingying. She was worried that her corpse would do something uncontrollable if it was left in the yang world, which would affect herself in hell. So Zhou Ze was ordered to burn Bai Yingying with bamboo on the next Cold Clothes Festival.

Among the many myths and stories, the gods in the sky also have their own selfishness and pettiness, so don't expect those ghosts to serve the country and the people in their hearts.

Tang Shi flipped his wrist, and the red ink spilled on the ground, creating a bloody horror effect, and under Tang Shi's deliberate control, it became extremely eerie, with the effect of dripping blood.

"One more thing, why didn't you go back?" Zhou Ze asked.

Revenge, that is, fighting,

You call someone, I call someone, make an appointment, and do it.

Little Loli called a lot of ghost messengers and brought the Faceless Girl with her, but that guy seemed to be the only one on this side.

"I asked him if I need to go back. My injury is almost healed, and he said no."

"He is comforting and worried that you will be in danger again, or is he confident enough?"

Tang Shi laughed,

smiling like a flower,

Zhou Ze has never seen such an effect of Tang poetry,

she bent down,

clutching my stomach,

It seemed that I had a stomach ache from laughing, and there was a crystal light dripping out from the corners of my eyes,

Choked up and said:

"He said, the air ticket money is not money."

………………

In the shop of death,

There were two rows of ghost messengers standing, and when they fully woke up, the surroundings of Mingdian were immediately covered with frost, forming streaks of ice crystals.

As if, here is an ice room.

The majestic Yin Qi seemed to be so thick that it was about to flow out as water droplets, making it suffocating.

If a living person enters this place by mistake, they will probably suffer a serious illness immediately after returning.

ghosts,

After all, it is also a ghost.

Liang Chuan frowned,

He is a little unhappy,

Because his home was dirty, the frost would melt into water at that time, what a pity for the fine mahogany furniture in the store.

The most uncomfortable thing is,

Those who soil their own homes,

All of them came uninvited, not guests invited by themselves.

"We've been looking for you for a long time."

The long-bearded man who was able to sit side by side with Little Lolita before got up and walked over.

The situation is settled,

This arrest operation, which took a long time to mobilize ghosts from all over the world, is finally coming to an end.

A stowaway who ran back to the world from hell without a status is a heretic who needs to be killed, not to mention that this guy actually killed people in the underworld.

Extremely arrogant,

Suicide!

The faceless girl stood beside Liang Chuan, looking at him, remembering many times, she almost caught him, preventing him from leaving hell, but she let him escape every time.

this time,

I will no longer be unwilling and angry.

Liang Chuan looked around the crowd with a blank expression on his face. Behind him, the white cat was wagging its tail in boredom, and even licked its paws to groom its fur from time to time.

"I can give you a choice."

Little Lolita took a step forward and stood in front of Liang Chuan,

"Get your soul out of your body obediently, and let us take you back to hell directly. You escaped from there secretly. Now, going back is your right way."

The long-bearded man pondered: "If you force us to do something, you have to be clear that you will never escape this time. If your soul goes back, at most you will be punished and enter the animal realm. It's better than disappearing completely."

"oh."

Liang Chuan responded,

he knows

These ghost messengers want to save effort, and want to come to a soldier who will surrender without fighting. It is difficult for them to move in the world, unless they are willing to choose a physical body to live in, but this also means great risks and uncertainties, so they He is very low-key in Yangjian, and dare not be too hands-on.

Immediately afterwards, Liang Chuan looked at the faceless woman beside him, and said:

"You caught her?"

The faceless woman raised her head, her hair was scattered, and the facial features of a woman began to appear on her flat face. She was in pain, she was struggling, she was roaring, and she was roaring at the same time.

she died

The soul was taken by the Faceless Woman.

Liang Chuan licked his lips,

slowly lowered his head,

"It's the second one."

They took the lives of their friends to force themselves to show up,

them,

It worked.

"Killing a living person damages our morality, so we don't

Yes, it's also your own ignorance of current affairs. "

Little Lolita continued:

"If you obediently didn't resist at the beginning, the two of them wouldn't have died. Besides, we also know that you still have a few people who have a good relationship."

"Is this...another threat?"

Liang Chuan lowered his head and asked.

"I'm just stating a fact. We are ghost messengers, guardians of the order of the yin and yang worlds. You can't resist us."

"hehe…………"

Liang Chuan slowly raised his head,

his eyes,

It's red!

Little Lolita's heart trembled suddenly, and she prepared herself to guard against the young man in front of her violently,

However,

Her body suddenly trembled,

A bone hand pierced through her soul at this moment, and she almost froze in place. Then, she turned her head in disbelief, and looked behind her,

bearded man,

red eyes,

struggling,

He is obviously under control!

but,

How can it be!

a face to face,

Directly control one of the most senior ghost messengers present!

why is this so,

why?

Liang Chuan raised his head,

open mouth,

Tilt your neck slightly,

The ten fingers began to flick in the void in front of them, as if they were playing the piano:

"Shh,

this song,

Did you hear that?

This is,

The Funeral Song I played for you. "

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