White clothes, plain curtains, red candles, smoke, sadness, and sank shadow alliance. The mourning hall of three people was clearly dead, but there were only two coffins, one big and one small, and the Buddha who was summoning the soul, the Taoist priest who drove away ghosts, and the dancing stall woman tried her best. The two dead bodies, the stiff hands were always pinched together, and there was never any sign of separation. Peng Dalu and Tian Shanshan were not afraid of the embarrassment of the dead. Should the living suffer? Have you ever considered the feelings of this man who had not been married to you for how long?

The only one who tortured was the living. Since Hu Yuanzhong returned to the Shadow League, he has never left the house that temporarily made his ears clear. He is afraid that others will poke his backbone behind him, so he has been drinking to get drunk during the time when the monks helped the three of them to do rituals and waited for the burial. These days, he was drunk a few times before he got drunk at least, but the night before the three of them was buried, he became more and more awake. He was drunk before and never found out today.

He would be so drunk. There was no time when a cold wind blew in the room. Hu Yuanzhong, who was half drunk and half awake, suddenly woke up. Looking at the long sword in the corner, a gloomy sneer flashed in his eyes. He grabbed it in his hand without hesitation and rushed towards the mourning hall where the vague joy and the curse of immortality came. If this continues, he will find that he will definitely not be able to survive. He will cut the mess quickly and let him live at least a little dignity.

Perhaps seeing the master coming to investigate, the monks who were originally sleeping in the mourning hall were snoring and woke up by a clever guy next to him when he heard the footsteps. However, the monks who were staying in a daze had not yet understood what was going on. When Hu Yuanzhong saw the scene that made him furious, he yelled: "Beast, I want to kill you."

"The donor misunderstood, the donor misunderstood." The monk who was holding his pants while wiping the saliva on his lips was also indescribable. He was so anxious that he was urinating in the cottage that he accidentally broke the tie on his pants very unrestrainedly. He was naturally not good at disturbing his master's house in the middle of the night, so he had to keep chasing him with one hand. But when he came back, one of the senior brothers used the chore to spend his time, and called him to light a candle to see the master's true appearance. He heard that the hostess was a beautiful beauty in his lifetime. If he could touch it, he would have to do this forever.

He has been a man. He had already seen the real appearance of the hostess during the day. He was so shocking. He was caught by this person late at night. He was bewitched by this person again. He made such a bold move. However, he stopped beside the coffin and was about to stretch out his An Lushan claw and lightly made the beauty. He was caught by the master who suddenly arrived. This was called not catching the fox, but it made him look sexy. He was about to use the verbal slightest trash, but he was about to swear by the other party's sword and swung it without any delay, without giving him a chance to be a human again.

After the monk's head was cut off, the pants he was carrying fell off, revealing a white butt egg. The scene was frozen there and it was so weird that the monks around him forgot to shout for help.

"I've killed someone, I've killed someone." A monk finally shouted out loud. Since that man dared to kill a monk in a sacred place like the mourning hall, he would definitely dare to kill the second one and the third one.

"What do you want to do with a bunch of bald donkeys who can only cheat and eat and drink everywhere? Let's take your life." Hu Yuanzhong vented the depression that had accumulated in his heart over the past few days on these monks who had made no achievements. He almost killed a monk who was seeking fame with one sword. Before he died, these monks understood why the head hid in the cellar and stammered and encouraged them to go to your temple for three months to do this trip. It turns out that he had already expected the bloody disaster today. Mom, where is the trust between people? You old bald donkey, I will go to your temple every day to scare you, a turtle son.

After Hu Yuanzhong stabbed the last monk to death with his long sword, he raised his sword and slashed the tightly held hands in the coffin without stopping. It seemed that a sword could not let them separate, so he swung many swords down like crazy. Until he felt that he had completely snatched his wife's body back, he hugged her tightly in his arms. He never wanted to leave her again from that moment on.

When Tian Bugui and others arrived, they could no longer be described as anger. The monks who were invited to do rituals fell in pools of blood. Looking at the big coffin, Peng Dalu's hand was already bloody and bloody. The chaotic mourning hall smelled strong and bloody. How great can the hatred between the two people be able to do such a conscience.

Tian Bugui raised his right hand and waved at the evil devil who was curled up in the corner and hugged his daughter's body tightly. With a "pop", the crisp sound of the eardrums that made people feel so clear that it hurts to make their eardrums explode in this ghostly mourning hall. However, the wooden man did not react at all, which made Tian Bugui feel a little bored. Until the other party's ears and noses slowly oozed out a trace of fresh blood, he realized that the slap he had just had a little use.

"Hahaha, haha, hehe." Tian Bugui suddenly heard this sneer similar to a ridiculous sneer, and he felt nervous. He retreated quickly. He staggered and almost tripped by the corpse of a monk next to him. If it weren't for Xu Mao and others behind him, he would probably have fallen into the corpses.

Tian Bugui Zhan, who was shocked, shouted tremblingly: "Serious disciple, what do you want to do?"

Hu Yuanzhong ignored everyone, picked up Tian Shanshan's body, squeezed out a gap from the crowd, and Mu walked out blankly, muttering: "Hehe, you are mine, you are mine forever, and we will never separate again."

At this time, even Tian Bugui had no reason to stop Hu Yuanzhong, who seemed to be crazy. Anyway, they were always a couple who had married a couple who had worshipped heaven and earth. Tian Bugui's blood was surging, and a mouthful of warm blood spurted out of his mouth. The confused account was finally brought in by someone. This already precarious Shadow Alliance may not have a day to turn around from today.

Later, I heard that someone saw Hu Yuanzhong falling from the cliff with Tian Shanshan's body in his arms. Some people said that after Hu Yuanzhong cremated Tian Shanshan, he took her ashes to a place where everyone could no longer find him. Some people said that Hu Yuanzhong found a place to bury Tian Shanshan quietly. He hid her in a peach blossom bush (no peach wood gods and ghosts invaded), so that Peng Dalu would never be able to disturb her again.

Xu Mao finally couldn't stand Tian Bugui's daily beating and scolding without reason and left angrily.
Chapter completed!