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Ah San was originally facing him, but when he landed in front of the funeral procession, he already reached the sanguinis with a move on his shoulder.

Yu Feng stared at Ah San, the man looked very young, at most he looked like he was 17 or 18 years old, but the distance between them revealed his age, Ye Cheng was not a cowardly person, although he would not kill anyone today, and would not lose a drop of blood, but he could not lose the position of Ouyang family with one and a half moves.

Ouyang Xiaoxiao understood his intentions, it was fine if no one was going to die, if he just let the funeral procession pass like that, what difference would the Ouyang family have with the other two families? The old Buddha had his own concerns when he was old, but he was the future ruler of the Ouyang family, how could he endure this.

The engagement banquet was already halfway through, so no matter what, he had to get back some face.

"Boss, what is this Ouyang Xiaoxiao trying to do?"

"I want to regain my face, but it seems that I will have to step on an iron plate this time." Ye Cheng looked at Ah San's back view, this guy was usually too lazy, he did not expect him to be so diligent, but if he were to make a move, it would definitely involve the police, which would cause the matter to become complicated.

"We can't wait for him in time. Boss, we can't delay him. Should I go over?" Lin Xi looked at the time, if he was any slower, he would really miss the timing. This Ouyang Xiaoxiao is too inhumane. "

Ye Cheng curled his lips, he quietly went to the back of the huge coffin and stared at Ah San's actions. In the face of Yu Feng's provocation, he was still relatively calm. "As long as you cross this line, right?"

Ah San snorted, he turned and walked to the bottom of the huge coffin, then nodded his head towards sanguinis, as though he had already expected this would happen, and so he took the appropriate measures.

The funeral cart stopped, with Old King's Head leading it, it carried a dozen of sanguinis carrying the huge coffin and walked forward.

The first thing he had to do was to look for the materials and crafting techniques of the coffin. The masters that Ah San had found were not ordinary, and the number of people who could create coffins were already very few, most of them had already changed their professions, and the creator of the coffin was currently around seventy to eighty years old. Although they were already old and diluted, their craftsmanship was still as exquisite as ever.

The huge coffin weighed at least a thousand Jin, but eight people carrying it did not seem too strong, not to mention walking. Just when everyone thought that it was impossible, a low roar sounded out, and sanguinis began to walk forward with the huge coffin on his shoulders.

Lin Xi's mouth was agape. After living with these sanguinis for a while, he was unable to understand their obsession.

With one of his hands behind the huge coffin, Ah San had not even taken a single step when a deep footprint would appear on the ground. He did not lead the way, but rather pushed with his strength to assist the sanguinis in moving forward.

The word 'shock' was deeply engraved in Ouyang Xiaoxiao's heart. Even the person with the strongest power in the Ouyang family might not be able to do it, but this man who looked like a high school student did.

Ouyang Xiaoxiao's cold face, glanced at Yu Feng, and she raised her whip to hit one of the sanguinis s who was carrying the coffin.

Clang! A stone struck the flagellum and it followed suit. At this time, Ah San pushed his palm towards the coffin, and under a huge force, the coffin broke away from sanguinis's shoulder and rushed forward, the heavy coffin was like a heavy tank that crushed towards Ouyang Xiaoxiao and Yu Feng.

Yu Feng anxiously glanced at Ouyang Xiaoxiao, and seeing that he was not moving at all, he instantly pounced on him, hugged him and rolled to the side.

The coffin rushed past the place where the two of them were standing and landed heavily. At this time, the number of sanguinis s carrying the coffin suddenly doubled, and they rushed to the bottom of the coffin to steadily catch it.

With a series of crackling sounds, cracks appeared on the ground.

Ah San cupped his fists at Ouyang Xiaoxiao, then waved his hand, and the funeral coach immediately drove over, the huge coffin once again returned to the funeral cart, and the funeral procession continued.

Ye Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, his heart shouting, doing well, he gestured for Lin Xi to get on the car, there was not much time left, they had to hurry.

Ouyang Xiaoxiao slapped Yu Feng's face backwards. If she did not act on her own, the coffin would not have crashed into him. This person called Ah San, hmph, hmph!

The funeral procession passed through the boundaries of the three great families and arrived at the Eastern Mountain. The training hall was already prepared, so Deng Mengxiu and the butler had already prepared everything. The Daoist Priest stood on the sacrificial altar, summoning the rain and calling the wind, and all the people below the stage were his own brothers. No one was allowed to enter, even the reporters who came in recklessly were kept outside.

When the flute horn sounded, Ah San slowly walked over with the mountain image in his hands.

Seeing that there were not many people in the funeral procession, Deng Mengxiu heaved a sigh of relief. After muttering a few words to the butler, Deng Mengxiu went back behind the scenes.

After opening the altar, the Taoist priest carried the peach wood sword in one hand and the compass in the other.

A bolt of lightning split open a thick black cloud and fell onto the altar's cauldron. Sparks flew as a circle of flames lit up the area, illuminating the entire area as if it were day. Under the illumination of lightning and fire, the dark clouds were split apart, revealing a mirror-like sky; although it was still gloomy, it was not as depressing as before.

Ye Cheng stood at the side and believed in anything that he saw. He didn't know whether an expert had the ability or not;

The Daoist that Deng Mengxiu had invited was a person that he did not even know of. Watching him walk in the profound formation and move around in the opposite direction with a Yin Yang copper mirror on his chest and the Demon Catching Belt hanging on his waist, just like the one that was hung on peony, one could tell that he was a person of the Dao, and his strength was far above that of peony.

If one looked carefully at this Daoist Priest, they would discover that he was not even thirty years old, yet he already had a white beard and white brows, and his skin was unusually white. If he was not born with this, then he was suffering from some sort of illness.

The Daoist priest sat cross-legged in front of the altar and began to chant a spell to transcend the dead.

The huge coffin was placed in front of him, and when the coffin was opened, the bones of the mountain were placed inside according to the shape of a human.

The young daoist suddenly leaped up and flew towards the coffin. The longsword in his hand pointed towards the sky and struck towards Mountain's corpse.

Seeing that, Ah San bellowed, and attempted to rush up, but was stopped by Ye Cheng. Be patient! If the grievances and grievances of Mountain fail to be dispelled in time, I'm afraid that he will never be able to live peacefully in the future. "

Ah San did not believe it, but he had no choice but to listen to Ye Cheng's words. He stared at the skeleton in the coffin, and his face became even more unsightly.

Ye Cheng held onto Ah San's arm, afraid that he would make a move, but at the same time, he stared at the mountain that had marks on it, he could even get a corpse under the pressure of the divine curse, it was extremely resentful, if not, he would definitely die.

"Trust me!" Ye Cheng patted Ah San's shoulder, he raised his Qi and landed on the altar.

The young Taoist looked at Ye Cheng, but did not drive him away. Instead, he gestured to Ye Cheng to listen to his orders and help him.

The funeral procession was peaceful. There were some friction while passing through the east side, but the coffin had never been opened. Logically speaking, they shouldn't have gotten up.

Ye Cheng followed the Taoist's directions and walked around the coffin, while carefully thinking about every detail. Most of the dead bodies underwent Corpse Transformation after being touched by a living person. There were also some elements that coincidentally caused the Corpse Transformation, but these two points could not appear on Mountain's body. How did he undergo Corpse Transformation?

Looking at the Taoist, Ye Cheng realized that his face was filled with astonishment and shock. It was obvious that he had the same suspicions as. Just by looking at their eyes, they could tell that they were telepathically connected. Ye Cheng didn't even need to ask as he knew what he was going to do next.

It was a difficult decision, but it had to be made.

Glancing at the anxious Ah San at the side, Ye Cheng stood in front of the coffin. Under the pressure of the incantation, the mountain lied down inside the coffin, but its empty eyes still emitted a little red light, which was very shocking.

The young Taoist started shouting, Ye Cheng held his breath, closed his eyes, the two arms that were outside of his sleeves became flexible, the golden lines on the red seal were like spirit snakes that twisted continuously on his skin, and continued to flow towards his palms.

Two fireballs continuously formed on the inside of his palm, and gradually condensed into a ball of fire the size of a soccer ball, being pushed away by Ye Cheng.

After the Taoist saw the fireball, he bit his finger, wrote a rune on the Yellow Talisman and pointed it at the fireball.

With a few sizzling sounds, the Yellow Talisman collided into the fireball and was burnt to ashes. However, the fireball was also wrapped up by a long string of blood-red runes, and slowly pressed towards the mountain inside the coffin.

The fantasy scene was stunning. It might have been the only time in their lives, but it was fleeting.

Flames ignited within the coffin, and the bones scuttled up from within the flames. They were pressed back into the coffin by the chains formed from blood-colored symbols. It let out a painful tearing sound, and turned into ashes within the three types of True Flames.

The sound of the mountains tearing had been reverberating around the training hall for a long time.

Only after Ye Cheng stood at the end of the coffin and stared at the last of the flames until it was burnt did he heave a sigh of relief. The instant he raised his head, the young Daoist standing at the head of the coffin fell flat on his back. He shouted out, "Watch out!" He had already jumped up from the other side, landing on the ground to catch him.

Lin Xi trembled in fright, he regained his senses and rushed forward, while Pan Yue who was behind him looked at him and said: "I passed out from overwork, I'm fine."

Ye Cheng nodded, and had his men send the Daoist down to rest, then he walked in front of Ah San. Adieu. "

"Not even the dead, huh?" Ah San tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and memorized every single scene that happened just now. He did not blame Ye Cheng and the Taoist, he also understood that if he did that, everyone here would become sacrifices, and he only hated the person who did things behind his back.

"Do your best. Do your best. There will be many days in the future."

In just ten short words, Ye Cheng's decisiveness was revealed, and he had really done it this time.

Ah San looked at Ye Cheng, holding onto the bone ash altar, he slowly took the mountain's ashes into the altar. He then stored the rest in a small delicate bottle and hung it around his neck.

The Thick Cloud that was split apart merged together and thunder roared again, and in an instant, it rained down heavily. The people watching the ceremony did not get noisy because of this, but started to leave in an orderly fashion, eating in a side tent under the attendants of the butler and the disciples of the Heaven Gate, the altar seemed very strange in the rain.

Ah San stared at the empty coffin while holding the altar of bones and ashes, one hand holding the pendant hanging around his neck, no one knew what he was thinking about, his thin back looked extremely pitiful. Baldy, please young master Ye. "

Old King's Head who did not dare to leave half a step away from Ah San was startled. What was he trying to find him for at this time? He did not dare object, and ordered his subordinates to stare at Ah San before he walked over to the big shed on the other side.2

At this time, Ye Cheng was in the hut helping the Daoist Priest to breathe, after hearing Old King's Head's orders, he rested for a while before he arrived at the altar. Standing beside Ah San, he glared at the empty coffin.

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