Yu Qingyao cheered up and turned over to continue smashing the coffin.

Someone outside shouted, "get hemp rope, tie up the coffin, carry it outside the village and burn it."

Yu Qingyao was so angry. He meow, is this a live burial to cremation? I\'m not dead yet!

Several big men rushed in with hemp rope and tied the coffin to death.

Then they lifted the coffin and went out.

Yu Qingyao was very flustered. She hit the coffin board with a bamboo pillow and shouted in a mosquito like voice: "no, I\'m not dead, don\'t burn me!"

However, it was noisy outside, and no one heard her cry.

The more she knocked, the more frightened the coffin bearer was and the faster he ran.

From the small hole she saw that there were many people outside, looking at the coffin in panic.

A group of guys, holding fecal forks and hoes, ran happily with the coffin like the new year, shouting: "burn it!"

Yu Qingyao is in tears, holding the grass! This is really going to burn me! Is there any reason?

Not long after, Yu Qingyao saw that she had left the village and went to the open space outside the village. This used to be a place for drying wheat, but now there is a pile of firewood.

There was an old man shouting, "hurry up, everyone should give out some firewood. Don\'t be stingy!"

Through the small hole, she saw many children coming with firewood. They threw the firewood to the side of the firewood pile and watched the excitement.

Several strong men, there, carefully stacked firewood, which seemed to make a neat platform. Then carry the coffin up and burn it.

The man beside the firewood pile is discussing how to stack it. The fire will burn well. How high and how big it should be. After all, they haven\'t done such a thing. How can they do it without discussing?

On the side of the coffin, several young people were calling for people to lift the big bench to stand on tiptoe.

Clan head and village head Li Xianrong appeared with dignity.

An old man flattered and said, "patriarch, you see, everyone has come to help."

Li Xianrong nodded calmly.

An aunt asked uneasily, "patriarch, can this really work?"

The patriarch coughed solemnly and said, "zombies are afraid of the sun and fire. It\'s noon. The sun is the strongest and the Yang is the most powerful. With the fire, I\'m sure it can turn this evil thing into ash and can\'t harm people any more!"

The people on the side immediately flattered and praised the patriarch for being knowledgeable.

The old clan leader smiled very reserved, and his face was like a half open chrysanthemum.

Yu Qingyao was angry and watched these people discuss how to burn themselves. She was very serious and excited to do the preparation work. I can\'t do anything. I can\'t think of a way to save myself. This taste is really hard.

At this time, she also understood that the idea of burning her was the old patriarch.

Yu Qingyao couldn\'t help saying in secret: dead old man, dare to hurt me, I curse you for not dying! You\'re a zombie. Your family is a zombie!

Just thinking about it, she suddenly felt that something in her body had been evacuated.

She was so weak that she had only one breath left. She didn\'t even have the strength to shoot the coffin board.

Yu Qingyao\'s heart uttered a cry of despair: no! Don\'t drop the chain at this critical time!

However, she gasped and felt tired.

Just then, a strange screen came to her mind.

Yu Qingyao (Terran)

Occupation: Curse master

Curse point: 010

Skills: None

Yu Qingyao\'s heart rejoiced, and then her face was black. Special, is it useful to give me this system now?

Dare you give me a golden finger to escape?

She silently recited a few words in her heart, but she didn\'t respond.

The farmers neatly folded a wooden platform one meter high, one meter wide and one meter eight long.

Several youths, shouting and stepping on the bench, lifted the coffin and put it on the wooden platform.

The patriarch coughed and said, "in order to burn faster and make the fire bigger, all families contribute a spoonful of tung oil."

Someone is willing to say in a low voice, "there are so many firewood, there is no need to waste oil."

The patriarch sneered: "if you don\'t burn clean, evil spirits cause trouble, and your family is killed, don\'t cry!"

The villagers were immediately frightened and reluctantly went home to get oil.

The patriarch shouted, "hurry up and burn it at noon."

The villagers ran home to get the oil.

Yu Qingyao sighed, propped up, leaned close to the small hole and looked out greedily.

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

It\'s not easy to cross. There\'s a system. It\'s special. Who knows that it will be burned on the first day.

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

What a tragedy!

Wang Yijie, the leader of Feiyun temple and the supreme emperor of Baishan Prefecture. He is very young, but he looks like a young man in his thirties. He has a high crest in his feather clothes, three wisps of beard blowing in the wind, and he looks like a picturesque Fairy on a white horse.

He was followed by a young man in blue on a white horse, with a sword hanging from his waist and a blue scarf on his head.

The young man\'s facial features are beautiful and his whole body is bookish, but he doesn\'t give people a feeling of weakness. The eyes are sharp and flexible, and the tight lips are stubborn and stubborn.

His expression was tinged with sadness.

The young man is Li Huaide. He is astute by nature. He hears one thing, knows ten things, and draws inferences from one instance. Wang Yijie says that he is a natural seed of cultivation.

Li Huaide said respectfully, "master, there\'s my house ahead."

Taoist Wang nodded with a smile and said, "I\'ll help you book a marriage, and you can practice at ease."

Li Huaide said, "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 couldn\'t stand it.

He thought to himself that he would take time to go to Yu\'s house tonight to send some money to sister Qingyao and make an appointment with her to let her wait. When he gets married in town, pick her up. Either as a maid or as a concubine, you can\'t leave her alone.

Taoist Wang was also calculating. Silly disciple has a silly blessing. He has appointed a woman born in the Yin year, the Yin month, the Yin day as his wife. This kind of woman is naturally a good furnace tripod. If she can practice, it is a peerless good furnace tripod. If he hadn\'t let himself calculate whether the eight characters fit or not, so that he could go back and coax his parents to agree, I didn\'t know he was lucky.

Of course, it\'s my blessing now. The fool is not at a loss. He will marry the daughter of the master of the mansion. He will not worry about food and clothing from now on. He will also thank me.

Well, I\'ll find an excuse later and say I\'m going to give alms to the girl. When I see her, I\'ll take her as an apprentice and take her back to my own temple to keep it.

If it weren\'t for this idea, Taoist Wang wouldn\'t be so enthusiastic about matchmaking for his disciples, introducing good marriages, and coming to the countryside to preside over the engagement.

Feiyun Guan is in charge of the ground of a state. As the leader, he has many things to do.

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

Taoist Wang was surprised and said, "what are you doing in your village?"

Li Huaide was also surprised. Seeing the patriarch in the crowd, he hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa patriarch, what are you doing? Who is dead in the village?"