Tomb raiding: Carrying a coffin during a funeral procession, rewarded with the Dragon Elephant Prajn

Guazimiao, Shandong Province.

Inside this dilapidated mountain god temple, a young man in his twenties sat cross-legged.

The young man had a head of white hair and was resting with his eyes closed.

What's even more eye-catching is the black coffin beneath him.

The black coffin, made of an unknown material, was about two meters long and entirely black, covered with bright red Taoist talismans, giving it an eerie and unsettling appearance.

Just then, voices suddenly came from outside the temple.

"Third Uncle, how much longer until we arrive?"

"Soon!"

"But you said that three hours ago."

"hey-hey."

The young man inside the temple slowly opened his eyes, a slight smile curving his lips.

He knew that the people who came to Guazi Temple were none other than Wu Sansheng and his unjustly accused nephew Wu Xie.

As for young people...

His name is Li Changsheng. He accidentally transmigrated to this world and was also bound to a funeral director system.

You can earn a reward by burying the customer at the designated location as required by the system.

His first task was to bury the Corpse King of Ping Mountain in Xiangxi into a crystal coffin in the Jishi Cave in Shandong Province.

According to the system, this is because the Corpse King of Ping Mountain has taken a fancy to the home of the two female puppets and wants to take over their nest.

Li Changsheng didn't care about any of that. As long as he received a reward, he would even send the Corpse King to live in the Celestial Master's Mansion without hesitation.

"Knock knock!"

Suddenly, the black coffin beneath him began to shake.

"Do you want to die?"

Li Changsheng's face turned cold, and he uttered a single sentence.

Before he finished speaking, the Corpse King inside the black coffin instantly fell silent!

Before long, Wu Xie and his group finally entered the temple.

They were all stunned when they saw Li Changsheng sitting cross-legged inside the temple.

They probably didn't expect that there would be outsiders in such a poor and remote place.

Wu Sansheng was the first to react. He grabbed Wu Xie, who was still in a daze, and found a relatively clean place to sit down.

The others, such as Da Kui, Pan Zi, and the taciturn Zhang Qiling, rested against the stone pillars inside the temple.

But subtly, the three men's positions blocked all exits, surrounding Li Changsheng in the center.

Wu Xie, like a curious child, kept looking at Li Changsheng.

After a long while, he lowered his voice and asked Wu Sansheng in a low voice.

"Third Uncle, what if we run into someone in the same line of work?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Wu Sansheng shook his head, then looked at Li Changsheng and asked with a smile.

"Young man, are you here for tourism too?"

"The funeral procession."

Li Changsheng's words were concise and to the point.

"To...a funeral?"

Wu Xie was full of surprise, and only then did he notice that there really was a black coffin where Li Changsheng was sitting cross-legged.

He subconsciously looked at the blood-red talisman patterns on the black coffin, but after looking at them for a short while, he felt dizzy and unable to control himself.

Wu Xie's heart tightened, and he quickly looked away.

Having traveled extensively, Wu Sansheng had a broader perspective and recognized that the talismans on the black coffin resembled Taoist exorcism talismans.

He felt a chill run down his spine, increasingly confused about the origins of the white-haired youth before him.

"Young man, you're joking. These days, there are no funeral directors anymore."

The so-called funeral attendants are also called coffin carriers!

In ancient times, due to underdeveloped transportation, many travelers who died far from home would hire funeral directors to transport their bodies or coffins back to their hometowns if they wished to return to their roots.

However, with the convenience of modern transportation, the deceased can be sent back, not only from other provinces but also from foreign countries.

The ancient profession of funeral director naturally lost its fertile ground for survival.

"I never joke." Li Changsheng glanced at Wu Sansheng sideways, his tone flat.

Wu Sansheng looked embarrassed, so he clasped his hands in a fist salute, sat down, and said nothing more.

Seeing his third uncle get the short end of the stick, Wu Xie couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

He whispered, "Third Uncle, when it comes to getting close to him, you'll have to rely on me."

After saying that, he cleared his throat twice, took out two chocolates from his backpack, and walked towards Li Changsheng.

"Brother, I have some chocolate here, have some to tide you over."

only……

Before Wu Xie could even reach Li Changsheng, the black coffin suddenly emitted a loud noise!

It's like someone keeps banging on a coffin, trying to get out.

Wu Xie was startled and froze on the spot.

In a flash, Zhang Qiling was the first to react, rushing straight from the temple entrance to stand in front of Wu Xie.

He quickly drew the black knife from his back and looked at Li Changsheng with a serious expression.

To be precise, it was looking at the black coffin beneath Li Changsheng.

At the same time, Pan Zi, Da Kui, and Wu Sansheng also realized what was happening.

Pan Zi pulled out a homemade double-barreled shotgun from his backpack and stared nervously at Li Changsheng.

"Glug!"

Wu Xie was the last to react. He swallowed nervously and asked cautiously.

"Hey, are you sending off the living or the dead at their funeral?"

Hearing Wu Xie's words, Li Changsheng chuckled.

"you guess."

After saying this, Li Changsheng stopped smiling and slammed his hand heavily on the black coffin.

"Behave yourself!"

In an instant, the shaking of the black coffin stopped.

The chill that sent shivers down everyone's spines also disappeared.

Wu Sansheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but his gaze toward Li Changsheng became even more solemn.

His intuition told him that this man who had suddenly appeared was no ordinary person.

Thinking of this, Wu Sansheng had the idea of ​​backing out, and quickly laughed it off, saying, "Well, young brother, you should continue to rest. We won't bother you any longer."

As he spoke, he gestured for Wu Xie and the others to leave the Guazi Temple.

Li Changsheng didn't pay attention, but glanced at Wu Xie's back.

He now understands why Wu Xie always raises a corpse when he touches a coffin, earning him the nickname "Evil Emperor."

It turns out that Wu Xie has a special constitution; to many zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), he is like a sweet and delicious elixir!

A short while later, Wu Sansheng and his group left Guazi Temple and kept their distance.

Pan Zi looked towards the direction of Guazi Temple, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Wu Sansheng and asked.

"Third Master, should we kill him? I feel like this kid is a bit sinister!"

Wu Sansheng did not answer Pan Zi's question, but turned to look at Zhang Qiling.

"I can't handle it."

Zhang Qiling spoke calmly as he slowly slung the black knife back over his shoulder.

Wu Sansheng was somewhat surprised and hurriedly asked further questions.

"Can't handle it?"

"The thing in the coffin exudes an aura of evil."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sansheng fell silent.

The fact that the Zhang family patriarch described it as exuding an evil aura shows just how powerful the thing inside the black coffin must be.

Wu Sansheng shook his head and said helplessly, "We'll leave once the contact person arrives."

As Wu Xie listened to his third uncle's conversation, he became increasingly curious about the white-haired youth in the temple.

Seeing that even his third uncle didn't want to provoke the other party, he could only suppress his curiosity.

They waited for most of the day.

It wasn't until almost 2 p.m. that an elderly local man in charge of guiding us finally arrived, driving an oxcart.

Wu Sansheng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly urged everyone to get on the oxcart.