Kill That Man

Yu Qingyao cheered up and turned around ready to continue smashing the coffin board.

Someone outside shouted: "Bring the rope, tie the coffin up, and burn it outside the village. ”

Yu Qingyao listened and was so angry. He's meowing. Is this buried alive and cremated? Ben's not dead yet!

Several big men rushed in with a hemp rope, and seven hands and eight feet really tied up the coffin.

Then they lifted the coffin and went outside.

Yu Qingyao panicked and hit the coffin board with a bamboo pillow, shouting like a mosquito: “No, I'm not dead, don't burn me! ”

And the eggs, they were all messed up outside, and no one heard her scream.

The more she knocks, the more scared the coffin lifter, the faster she runs.

She saw from the little hole that was smashed out there, and there were a lot of people out there looking at the coffin in panic.

A bunch of guys took a manure hoe and ran along the coffin like it was New Year's Eve, screaming in his mouth: "Burn it! ”

Yu Qingyao's tears are all over her face, grass gripping! This is really gonna burn me! Is there a reason?

Soon after, Yu Qingyao saw himself out of the village and went to an empty space outside the village. This used to be a place for tanning wheat, and now there are piles of firewood.

There's an old man shouting, "Come on, each house needs some firewood. Don't slip! ”

Through the small hole, she saw a lot of kids carrying firewood, and they threw it to the side of the wood pile, and hip-hop watched the noise.

A few tough guys, seriously stacking firewood there, seem to be stacking a neat table. Then lift the coffin up and burn it.

The man next to the firewood pile is discussing how to fold, the fire burns, how tall to pile, after all, they have not done this kind of thing, how can we not discuss it?

Next to the coffin, several youths were shouting at people to raise their benches.

Patriarch and village chief Li Xianrong, the majesty appeared.

An old man begged, “Look, chief, we're all here to help. ”

Li Xianrong nodded steadily.

An old lady asks anxiously, "Sheikh, is this really going to work? ”

The chief coughed with majesty and said, "Zombies, this thing, one fears day, one fears fire. Now it's noon, when the sun is strongest and the sun is strongest, with the fire, the capsule can turn this evil into ash, no more harm can be done! ”

People on the side, immediately slap their asses, praise the chief of the clan for being so knowledgeable.

The elders laughed and smiled like half-blown daisies.

Yu Qingyao listened with agony and watched these people discuss how to burn themselves. He was very serious and excited to prepare. I can't do anything by myself. I can't think of a way to save myself. It's a really bad feeling.

At that time, she also understood that the idea of burning her was that the elders had grown up.

Yu Qingyao couldn't help but say: Dead old man, dare to hurt me, I curse you not to die well! You're the zombie. Your whole family is the zombie!

Just thinking about it, she suddenly realized something in her body had been taken out of time.

Turns out she's weak, which leaves her breath, and she doesn't even have the strength to shoot the coffin board.

Yu Qingyao's heart cried despair: No! Don't lose the chain at such a critical time!

And then she was tired of panting.

At this moment, a strange screen appeared in her mind.

Yu Qingyao (people)

Occupation: Curse Master

Curse Point: 010

Skill: None

Yu Qingyao's heart was delighted, followed by a black line. Shit, what's the use of this system now?

How dare you give me a golden finger to escape?

She missed a few words in her heart about the system, but did not respond.

The crop men stacked a wooden platform one meter tall, one meter wide, eight meters long.

Several youths, shouting the trumpet, stepped on the bench and lifted the coffin onto the wooden platform.

The chief coughed and said: "To burn faster, the fire was bigger, each family contributed a spoonful of tongue oil. ”

Someone would, whispering, “There's so much wood, there's no need to waste oil. ”

The chief sneered: "If the fire is not clean, the evil works, and the family is killed, don't cry! ”

Villagers were frightened and reluctant to go home to get oil.

The chief shouted, “Hurry up, we must burn it at noon. ”

The villagers just ran home to get the oil.

Yu Qingyao sighed, holding his body and looking out greedily at the small hole.

Look at the blue sky, the white clouds, the green grass, the green trees.

It took a while to get through, and there was a system, damn it, who knew the first day was going to burn.

I didn't even see what the world was like.

What a tragedy!

Wang Yijie, the idea of flying clouds, Tai Wang of Baishan state. He was nearly as rare as a young man in his thirties, with a high crown of feathers and three beards floating in the wind, riding on a white horse like a painting fairy.

He was surrounded by a young man in green riding a white horse, with a sword hanging from his waist and a blue headscarf on his head.

Juvenile five-officer Xiu Mi, all around the book, but does not make people feel weak. The eyes are sharp and agile, and the tight lips are stubborn and stubborn.

His face was slightly sad.

Juvenile is Li Wyde, natural and agile, smells ten, raises one against three, Wang Yijie says he is a natural seed of monasticism.

Li Wyde respectfully said, "Master, this is my house in front. ”

President Wang nodded with a smile and said: "You can fix your affair for the master and you can do it with peace of mind. ”

Li Wyde argued, “Thank you, Master! ”

He didn't want to quit, but his parents wanted to quit, and his master wanted him to quit. He was a filial child, and he couldn't hold his heart.

He thought to himself, take the time to go to Yu's house tonight, send some money to Qingyao's sister, make a deal with her and let her wait. Pick her up when he's married in town. Or as a maid, or as a concubine, you can't leave her alone.

Wang Dao's mind is also counting. The fool has the fool's blessing, he actually set a woman born in the shadow of the yin, the moon and the yin as his wife. Such a woman is naturally a good stove. If she can practice, it is a perfect stove. I didn't even know he was lucky if he hadn't let himself be counted as misfitting, so that he could go back and get his parents to agree.

Of course, it's my luck now. Nor did the fool lose. Marry the daughter of the master of the capital. He will not be saddened from now on. He will also thank me.

Well, we'll find an excuse, say we're going to charity the girl, and when we meet, we'll take her as an apprentice and bring her home to raise her.

If it hadn't been for this idea, Wang Dao Chang wouldn't have been so enthusiastic about making media for his apprentice, introducing him to the good family, and so enthusiastic about coming to the country to preside over the arranged marriage.

Feiyun watches over the land of a state. As a subjective, he has a lot to do.

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw a large group of people surrounded by a wooden platform in the middle and a thin-plate coffin on the stage.

Wang Dao Changqi said, “What's your village doing? ”

Li Wyde was also surprised to see the chief of the people and shouted, "Grandpa, what are you doing? Who died in the village? ”