Although it is broad daylight now, the mountain roads seem a little quiet because of the dense trees. Especially on this road, the sunlight is almost blocked by the leaves, making it look a little gloomy and terrifying.

Even in the hot summer, when crossing this path, Lu Zhiming couldn't help but shivered.

Yan Ning looked at him and saw that there was indeed a coffin in the middle of the path. The coffin was dark red all over, and the normal coffin color should be dark brown. Most of the people lying in the red coffin were vain or suddenly dead. In short, it was definitely not a normal person who died.

"Hey, the coffin is actually opened?" Zhuang Xiaoya asked in surprise.

After experiencing so much, Zhuang Xiaoya will not be afraid when she sees the coffin again.

Xie Zhen and Baili Xiaofeng just took a curious look, then withdrew their gaze, and no longer had any interest.

"There is my hometown in Shanshui Village. The people in our village have always lived for a hundred years and were healthy. Few people died, but this coffin..." Wang Damazi was a little worried in his eyebrows.

"Get out of the car and take a look."

Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya got off the car together, and Zhuang Xiaoya was holding Miao Dabao in her arms. Since Lu Zhiming was in the car, Miao Dabao has not spoken.

Lu Zhiming was a little nervous: "Boss, it's really unlucky to suddenly put a coffin on the road. Why don't we take a detour? It won't take long."

How could Yan Ning be afraid of the small coffin? Yan Ning waved his hand and walked forward. For some reason, half of the lid of the coffin had been opened, as if he was deliberately guiding Yan Ning to see it.

There were countless ghost kings who died under Yan Ning's hands. Even if there were really ghosts in the coffin, they were sent to Yan Ning to massacre. So he did not hesitate at all. He walked to the coffin and took a look, but this glance made him a little stunned.

Seeing Yan Ning's face strange, Lu Zhiming thought Yan Ning had been infected, so he quickly ran out of the car, grabbed Yan Ning's collar, and reached out to press his people. Yan Ning immediately woke up and pushed Lu Zhiming away: "What are you doing?"

Lu Zhiming explained: "Boss, are you okay? I thought you were fascinated and wanted to save you."

"Look at the coffin." Yan Ning said.

At this time, Lu Zhiming stood next to the coffin. After Yan Ning reminded him, he couldn't help but look into the coffin. He was so scared that his butt was urinated and he couldn't speak.

Wang Damazi looked curious: "Master, what have you seen?"

Lu Zhiming took two steps back, pointed at Wang Damazi with his trembling finger and said, "I saw...I saw you lying in the coffin!"

"Me?" Wang Damazi was startled, "Impossible, I am standing here alive!"

Yan Ning said, "Mazi, come and take a look. The person in this coffin looks very similar to you."

After hearing this, Wang Damazi also plucked up the courage to get out of the car, came to the coffin, and took a careful look.

I saw a man who looked seventy-sixth-slightly similar to Wang Damazi lying in the coffin. The man's face turned blue, his eyes were closed, and his brows were twisted in a ball, as if he was in great pain in his death. Even if the sun shone on his forehead, a lingering yin energy could be seen faintly.

Wang Damazi's face suddenly changed: "Master, this is my cousin, named Wang Youqiang!"

When Lu Zhiming heard that the person lying in the coffin was only Wang Damazi's cousin, he reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death. Why is your cousin's cousin properly placed on the road?"

"My cousin has always been strong, how could he die suddenly?" Wang Damazi also realized something was wrong while sad.

The coffin was placed horizontally on the road. Yan Ning looked at the coffin and frowned.

At this moment, a sudden movement came from the mountain, and two young people walked down slowly.

Seeing Yan Ning and others, the two screamed strangely and quickly shouted: "Ouch! Sorry, sorry! Our brothers went up the mountain to get rid of their hands, so they put the coffin on the road to bask in the sun. Few people walked on this road, and they accidentally scared everyone."

Lu Zhiming was a little angry: "Is the main road the place where coffins are placed? Move away quickly!"

The two young men were quickly preparing to carry the coffin. Wang Damazi suddenly called their names, and then they noticed Wang Damazi.

"Hey, Mazi, when did you come back? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Damn, I'd better drive back. OK, you guys, this car costs more than 100,000 yuan, right?"

Two young men looked at Wang Damazi with envious eyes.

Lu Zhiming sneered: "I want to buy this car for more than 100,000 yuan? This car is worth more than 2 million yuan!"

"I don't have this ability. It's all my master's ability!" Wang Damazi said proudly.

The two young men immediately looked at Yan Ning. Seeing that Yan Ning was only in his early twenties and was even much younger than them, they couldn't help but start to suspect Yan Ning's identity.

Zhuang Xiaoya asked, "How did Mazi's cousin die?"

When the two young men noticed Zhuang Xiaoya, their eyes lit up. None of the women in the village had a distorted figure and dark skin, but Zhuang Xiaoya was well maintained. The flesh on her arms seemed to be able to squeeze out water, and her skin was even white like snowflakes. It looked like the women in the village and the women in the village were one in the sky and the other underground. Just a glance, the two could not look away.

"Cough cough!" Yan Ning coughed unhappily, waking the two of them.

One person said, "When it comes to your cousin, if we hadn't had a good relationship with your cousin, maybe no one would carry his cousin!"

Another person said: "Yes, last night, your cousin suddenly seemed to be possessed by evil spirits. He ran to the entrance of the village and knelt and bowed. We couldn't even pull him. Later, he tried his best to stuff a stone into his mouth, stuffing his stomach as big as a ball, and finally died in a few minutes. Everyone in the village said that he had provoked a mountain ghost and was asked by a mountain ghost. No one dared to carry his coffin. Only the two of us had a good relationship with your cousin, so we carried him to bury him in broad daylight."

After hearing this, Wang Damazi looked ugly. He looked at Yan Ning beside him: "Master, there may be evil spirits in our village."

Evil? Yan Ning no longer looks down on such things. If a ghost has not cultivated into a ghost immortal, it is not worth mentioning in Yan Ning's eyes.

Yan Ning glanced at Wang Youqiang lying in the coffin. His belly was indeed as described by the two villagers. His belly was even angular, and the shape of the stone could be vaguely seen.

"If it is an evil spirit, let's go over and take a look." Yan Ning said.
Chapter completed!