Chapter 223: The Death of Uncle Nine [Please vote]
"Then wait for the day when you regret it, but it all depends on the luck of the Nine Gates Master." I snorted coldly.
Perhaps it was because of the anger accumulated in my chest, I just felt an inexplicable force flowing through my veins.
As my body turned slightly, I saw an invisible force rushing towards me. As I raised my right hand slightly, I saw a ray of spiritual power rushing straight to Mingyan's face.
Oddly enough, Yang Baitian's spiritual power was as weak as a breeze, and Ming Yan just flicked his right hand lightly, and the spiritual power became invisible.
"You really don't have any feelings for me?" Ming Yan had long lost his unruly attitude and asked with a calm look in his eyes.
"Master Nine is really well-educated. How dare you disrespect my wife in front of me?" Xi Ye flew over and held the girl in his arms.
I...this guy spoke like this in front of Xiye, wasn't he just trying to confuse me and make me seem promiscuous so that he would misunderstand me?
"Don't pay any attention to this kind of person. Can you expect a dog to spit out ivory?" Feeling the girl in his arms trembling slightly, Xi Ye gently comforted her.
I nodded, frowned and looked at Ming Yan and said, "As for the word affection, Sect Master, you should go ask your wife Hai Xing'er."
"Yang Baitian, with your mediocre spiritual power, there is no other way in the world to recover it. You should think about it carefully." Ming Yan said this indifferently.
Xiye's heart tightened. He didn't expect Mingyan to use spiritual power to tempt Tianer.
But it is also true that the Immortal Yang Baitian was supposed to have the best spiritual power in the world, but now his spiritual power after reincarnation is sometimes there and sometimes not, and his spiritual power is weak, and he seems to be powerless...
Outside the house, there was a lot of noise.
Thinking about those good guys who were drinking tea and drinking just now, I felt inexplicably uneasy.
Seeing my worry, Xiye said softly: "Tian'er, don't worry, there will be a way to restore your spiritual power."
I nodded, but before I could say anything, I heard the noise outside the door getting louder.
"The martial arts idiot is here, the martial arts idiot is here."
"The teleportation technique must be for the purpose of teleportation."
"That must be the case. I think that Immortal Yang Baitian is in trouble. This martial arts fanatic is rare in a century, and his ability to pester people is amazing..."
"Come on, you're acting like you've seen him. No one has ever seen a martial arts fanatic, and those who have seen him have all gone to hell, right?"
The gossiping voices of a group of men could be heard outside the house.
"What? Third brother, you really don't care about Tian'er? This crystal coffin is rare among the people?" Ming Yan said while the iron was hot.
I sneered: "Just shut up. If you want to give me a gift, just say so. If not, just shut up."
"Husband, let's go." I took Xiye's hand and were about to leave.
"Yang Baitian, now that the martial arts fanatic has arrived, are you really not afraid of death?" Ming Yan knew that once this girl left, she would never come to find him again, and he became anxious.
I paused slightly.
Ming Yan's heart was also in turmoil.
"This crystal coffin can really help you, and your husband can get it for you." Xi Ye whispered in her ear.
I nodded obediently, but I was muttering in my heart that this thing would be mine sooner or later.
Xi Ye held the girl's hand tightly and walked out without looking back.
Suddenly, only Mingyan and these coffins were left in the room!
"Master, you?" As soon as the old man came in, he saw his master staring outside in a daze.
Outside was the young man that he had brought into the house. What was curious was that this young man actually went out of the house hugging another handsome and cold-faced man...
"Master, you?" The old man interrupted Mingyan's thoughts softly.
Ming Yan waved his hands irritably, indicating that he was fine.
"Master, the lady is asking for news." The old man looked around and said in a low voice.
Madam... Is Hai Xing'er worthy of being my madam? Ming Yan felt inexplicably unhappy: "Don't call her Madam anymore."
"Well, I obey your command." The old man replied, but he was thinking in his heart that if the monarch went crazy, who would dare to disobey? How could he dare not call her Madam in front of her?
"Then how should I reply to her?" Seeing that his master was still upset, the old man asked as a reminder.
"Just say that the progress is going well. I have my own ideas." Ming Yan was extremely unhappy and followed him out with big strides.
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Standing in the house, the shock in Rat's heart was so strong that he didn't know how to express his sadness for a long time, but this sadness had a dull pain.
The corpse was already extremely emaciated and without a breath, lying there quietly. The thin, stained clothes seemed to testify that the owner of the corpse had once gone through a painful struggle.
There was a long and narrow cut on the wrist of the corpse, but it had already turned black.
The expression on his lifeless face looked particularly shocked, and his wide-open eyes were looking at the ceiling unwillingly.
It was obvious that he was dead. Judging from the wound on his wrist, the blood had turned purple.
"Uncle Jiu? Dad?" Zuantianshu murmured and gently lifted his clothes with his hand.
Then there was a "pop" sound, and the body rolled to the ground.
Just as I was surprised, I saw something flowing out of his mouth.
Zuantianshu was delighted, as Uncle Jiu was known to be a cunning man, and he might be able to gain some benefits even if he died.
Benefits? What's the benefit? Is there something in Uncle Nine's mouth?
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he quickly stretched out his right hand and pinched the corpse's mouth.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw a bunch of dense stuff pouring out of his mouth.
"Fuck, this old thing, he still wants to hurt people even after his death?" The Sky Rat cried out "Ouch", shook off a few dead worms that fell on his hands, and cursed in a low voice.
"You bastard, you didn't even leave anything for your son. How can you go back to the mortal world?" Zuantianshu was a little angry. After all, it was Uncle Jiu who brought him to this fairyland. Now that he's dead, how the hell can he go back?
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He kept scanning the room for any noticeable clues.
It would be fine if I didn't look, but I found that Uncle Jiu, who was just lying on the ground, had disappeared...
The rat was so scared that its hair stood on end.
"Dad? Dad? Is that you?" He called softly a few times and stopped cursing.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" came Uncle Jiu's voice.
Who?
who is it?
The rat was really panicked.
That's impossible. I saw Uncle Jiu's body with my own eyes, but I also saw with my own eyes that the body was missing...
"Dad, don't scare your son. What's wrong with you?" The Rat immediately pretended to be pitiful.
"Son? My son?" Uncle Jiu's voice sounded ethereal and distant, as if he was not sure whether he had a son.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? I'm Yuan'er?" Zuantianshu said hurriedly.
"Yuan'er?" Uncle Jiu's voice sounded even more puzzled.
"I'm Ding Yuan. Is something wrong with you?" Zuantianshu looked around vigilantly.
"Yuan'er, Yuan'er, yes, I still have Yuan'er, Yuan'er, Dad died so tragically..." Uncle Jiu's voice became smaller and smaller.
(End of this chapter)
