Liu Hao shot Ou Benqing's bodyguard once, and if he buried him again, the suffering of death would be far more than the suffering of death in Buddhism.

Liu Hao felt that he was so ecstatic that he felt a sense of ethereality. If the coffin was softer, it was not so hard, almost like sitting in a sedan chair, he should be heading towards the cemetery.

"Taishang Laojun, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Tathagata Buddha... Please give me some strength, don't be too much, it's enough to smash the coffin and shout!" Liu Hao knew that he had not had enough time, so he had no choice but to pray.

"Miss Yang, when Wu Xiucai goes, it's not a big deal for you to guard a few houses by yourself. If you are haunted, you won't scare you." A frivolous voice sounded, and there was another trick in your speech.

"It's unreasonable! Before I die, someone came to rob my wife!" Liu Hao was very angry in the coffin. Liu Hao had never seen this wife before, and he didn't know whether it was a persimmon face or a pockmarked face, but it was touched by her deep grief and couldn't help but take care of her.

"Wu Liang, you are a heartless prodigal son, Wu Lang has just left, and you are... woo!" The young female voice sounded crisply, and her words were filled with sadness and anger, and she loudly criticized this bad person named Wu Liang. After she spoke, she couldn't help but feel sad and cried.

"Wu Liang, please say less." A slightly older voice sounded. It was the third uncle who shouted at Wu Liang.

"Uncle San, we often haunt here..." Wu Liang said stubbornly, using the wrong reasons to justify it.

"Shut up!" Uncle San's shouting was very harsh, with anger.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. Humph!" Wu Liang was very dissatisfied and was so angry.

"Wu Liang, right? I remember it! If I don't die, hum!" Liu Hao hummed in the coffin.

After Liu Hao was disabled, his girlfriend, who was always talking about marriage, decided to break up with him. This was a pain in his heart. No matter how his wife he had never met, her sadness and anger alone would be enough to make Liu Hao angry.

Wu Liang never spoke again, and there were only sorrows along the way. Madam Yang's voice was the most special, tender, crisp, beautiful, and extremely sad. Listening to her sorrowful cry, Liu Hao became more and more fond of her.

"Here!" Wu Liang's voice sounded again, but there was no lack of joy, which was to be happy that Liu Hao was about to be buried.

"Hey!" Uncle San sighed, without any further information.

Liu Hao felt a pause, and the coffin stopped, and then it made a sound of ground. Liu Hao's eyes turned black, and he was getting closer and closer to the Ghost Sect. If he didn't recover some strength, he would be buried alive.

"Farewell to relatives and friends!" the loud voice started shouting again.

As soon as he finished speaking, a farewell sounded, just like a friend saying goodbye.

"Big brother, please go!"

"Wu Xiucai, please leave!"

Liu Hao heard these sad sounds in his ears, as if thunder roaring in his ears, his head buzzed and he was about to faint, and he kept saying, "Give me strength! Give me strength!"

God always does not favor those who are suffering, and Liu Hao does not get the strength he is looking forward to.

"Get out of the coffin!"

The loud voice was the death-seeking talisman. Liu Hao's eyes were turned black. He felt that it was thrown again, and he moved forward for a short period, then sank downward, and there was another slight collision, and there was no movement.

Already entered the tomb!

"Become a grave!"

As the loud voice sounded again, a rustling sound came, as if silkworms were sucking mulberry leaves. Liu Hao knew that this was burying it.

This is not a burial, this is burying a living person!

"No!"

Liu Hao let out an unwilling roar, as loud as thunder.

A group of people outside the coffin were pouring soil and trying to bury it. Especially Wu Liang, who was the most motivated, spilling the soil hard towards the coffin, just like a dirt dragon. Looking at his appearance, he wanted to bury Liu Hao tightly immediately.

At this moment, a shocking roar came from the coffin, as if july thunder was slamming into his ears, making everyone stunned and confused.

"It's a corpse!" Wu Liang felt the wind was so terrible that the wind was so cold that it was cold on his back. The cold sweat came down.

"Hurry up, go and invite the immortal!" Uncle San's voice trembled and he stuttered.

The people outside the coffin all looked pale and their legs were shaking. They wanted to escape, but their legs were out of control and could only stick there like wooden stakes.

"Ah!" Madam Yang's young female voice sounded, and she was filled with infinite panic.

"Wu Lang, Wu Lang, is it you?" Mrs. Yang asked tentatively with courage. She pulled her hands together desperately, her back was blue, her face was pale, her eyes were wide open, her petite body was trembling, and she was scared.

"It's me! Let me come out!" Liu Hao's voice was obviously weak. That roar used up all Liu Hao's strength.

"Wulang, it's really you! Wulang, hold it over and open the coffin!" Madam Yang was surprised by Mo Ming, and her petite body kept trembling and pounced on the coffin.

"Stop it quickly, that's not a human, it's a ghost!" Wu Liang wanted to stop it, but he didn't dare to approach the coffin. He could only watch Madam Yang jumped into the coffin, raised the hoe in his hand, and was about to open the coffin to save the person.

"Slow!" Uncle San's voice still trembled: "Is it a human or a ghost, I have to ask clearly."

"Uncle San, even if it is a ghost, you have to rescue Wu Lang. Uncle San, don't worry, Wu Lang has the best heart and will never harm you!" Madam Yang was also unable to tell whether it was a human or a ghost in the coffin, but she was saying good things for Liu Hao.

"What a great person!" Liu Hao sighed in his heart and urged: "Let me out quickly!"

Uncle San was obviously moved by Madam Yang and urged him: "Hurry, hurry up, let Ji'er come out. Ji'er is in a good heart. Even if he is a ghost, he will not harm others. Have you ever harmed Ji'er?"

Liu Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this. He would not fall on his head if he was burying such a bullshit. He exhale and wait to be rescued.

A bang sounded, like a thunderous explosion, which made Liu Hao's ears buzz. However, Liu Hao's ears were no different from Tianyin Fairy Music, which was particularly wonderful and beautiful.

A small crack appeared in the coffin, and a ray of light came in. Liu Hao's eyes were not adapted to it. He closed his eyes like a conditioned reflex, and his heart finally landed on the ground.

The coffin lid was lifted up and the sun shone in. Liu Hao felt warm as if he was simmering a stove, and finally he felt a little warm.

"Wu Lang!" A crisp and beautiful voice sounded, full of surprise. A petite man rushed up, holding a pair of fair little hands on Liu Hao's cheek.

Liu Hao felt the chill and slight shaking from his little hands, revealing his master's panic.

When Liu Hao looked at it, he turned out to be a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. He had a delicate melon-shaped face, smooth and pink, like a crescent moon, fresh and cute. He was wearing a burlap mourning uniform, with a piece of white silk tied to his head, his eyes were red, his eyelashes were wet, and his little nose was red from the cold, and he was looking at Liu Hao timidly.

Is this too young? Is it in the first grade of junior high school or the second grade of junior high school?

This is his wife? Despite the wrong time, Liu Hao still sweated a little: This is an old cow eating young grass!

"Wu Lang! Wu Lang!" Uncle Yang was surprised and hurriedly helped Liu Hao up.

"Don't worry, I'm fine! It's okay!" Although Liu Hao was almost exhausted, he couldn't help comforting her. She was so pitiful that Liu Hao had to comfort her.

He said it was okay, but he fell down on his back. If Mrs. Yang hadn't helped him, he would have fallen head-on into the coffin.

"Hold out quickly! Help out quickly!" A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes on his face kept shouting at the crowd, very surprised.

Liu Hao heard that this was the third uncle. This third uncle is a simple country man. He should not be old, but he is particularly old and looks in his forties or fifties.

"Uncle San!" This Uncle San cried so sadly. Although it was more for the glory of the Wu family, Liu Hao still had a good impression of him and called Uncle San sincerely.

"Yeah!" Uncle San was very happy, and his chest was straightened, as if he was particularly honored to the scholar.

The crowd lifted Liu Hao out of the coffin. When Liu Hao saw it, it was so mysterious that the soil was almost at the cover of the coffin. If he was slower for a while, he could only enjoy the treatment of a living person.

After looking at it again, the number of people around him was very surprised to be busy. Only one person was not happy, but was unwilling to accept it. He always delayed his work. This person should be Wu Liang. Liu Hao glared at Wu Liang fiercely before looking at him.

There are many funeral instruments here, and the funeral is so grand. Among these bright instruments, the most eye-catching one is a brave warrior holding a spear and glaring at him, and he is like a Vajra, which is very terrifying.

This Ming tool is called Fang Xiang, and it is the most commonly used Ming tool.

"Send it back quickly, send it back!" Uncle San couldn't help but issue orders, and was so busy that he was busy. An old face had a smile: The big man from the Wu family was not dead, and someone had won glory for the Wu family!

Several young people of about the same age as Liu Hao surrounded him, and a young man shouted: "Brother Xiucai, I will carry you!"

Liu Hao lacked strength, his legs were as stiff as wooden sticks, so it was impossible to walk back, so he had to lie on his back. The young man carried Liu Hao on his back, shook his movements twice, and weighed Liu Hao's weight: "Brother Xiucai, you are much thinner!"

Take a big step and trot forward.

A crowd of people surrounded Liu Hao and said something nice, complimenting Liu Hao, saying that the scholar was so amazing, he was a big shot, and the pride of Wujiazhuang.

Scholars are just junior high school students, what's so great about this? Liu Hao has seen countless scholars. He threw a bamboo pole and hit ten people, and nine of them were scholars.

Mrs. Yang followed Liu Hao, looking at Liu Hao from time to time, with a look of joy. She had a sickly pale face on her delicate face. I don’t know if she was worried or tired?

"It's time to get home! It's time to get home!" After a while, the young people cheered.

When Liu Hao saw that the two thatched huts in front of him were only four or five meters long and wide. The walls were tied with branches, and there were many large and small huts. They were a little crooked and not strong enough. If the wind was blowing, they might collapse.

"Is this a home? A doghouse! Well, for a doghouse, it's a bit big. A cowshed is the most suitable cowshed!" Liu Hao thought about it and found a very suitable reference object for this home.
Chapter completed!