evil tycoon

Han Ping'an had already anticipated the execution ground; there was no way to bury it quietly.

The nameless slope, that's where the evil-gathering pot is.

What he needs is a place with even stronger malevolent energy than the nameless slope, and also a place where the energy-gathering pot can be hidden.

Han Ping'an sighed, "I've tried them all, but they're not quite right."

Old Gu sat up straight, looked around for a moment, and said thoughtfully, "If we're going to cultivate, these two places really aren't suitable, hmm..."

"You want a place with a strong aura of malevolence, but one that outsiders can't see into, right?"

"right."

Han Ping'an nodded repeatedly.

Old Gu scratched his head and said, "This is really hard to find."

"Wait a minute, I'll go out and try to see if I can get you something."

thing?

Take it back?

Han Ping'an was taken aback.

Coming to his senses, Old Gu had already left the grocery store in a flurry of activity.

The monkey looked completely bewildered.

A glint of light flashed in Gu Ming's eyes.

Yin energy, yin evil spirits—who else can we turn to besides our uncle?

About half an hour.

A muffled thud suddenly came from the backyard.

  

The three of them turned their heads to look.

The monkey was full of curiosity but dared not move, sitting obediently behind the counter.

Gu Ming stood up and said, "Let's go take a look."

Han Ping'an walked into the backyard with curiosity, his eyes widening in surprise.

What the hell is this?

It was Old Gu who arrived.

But next to Old Gu, there was a coffin.

It was completely black, just a perfectly normal coffin.

"Uncle, no, you..." Gu Ming was dumbfounded.

Why did you ask your uncle to bring back a coffin?

This is so unlucky.

Old Gu grinned and said mysteriously, "This is a good thing."

"Xiao Ping'an, put this coffin in your room. Lie down in it and get a feel for it."

"..."

Han Ping'an almost lost his composure, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Although I know that's not what Lao Gu meant, bringing back a coffin and letting him lie down in it is really hard to know how to respond.

"Uncle Ping An, could this coffin be...?"

Han Ping'an walked down the steps and came to the coffin. He stared at it intently, but he didn't sense anything unusual.

Nothing special.

Judging from its shape and texture, it is worth seven or eight taels of silver.

click!

Old Gu clapped his hands, shaking open the coffin lid, and said jokingly, "Go in and try it, then you'll know."

Han Ping'an's heart skipped a beat.

There's probably more to this coffin than meets the eye.

It's just a coffin.

He nodded slightly, then pushed the coffin lid back a little further, and with a sway, lay down inside.

I must say, it was a unique experience.

Before they could even enjoy anything, they were already lying in coffins.

Han Ping'an gave a helpless, bitter smile.

Swish!

Old Gu flicked his sleeve and closed the coffin lid.

The light vanished instantly.

A blanket of darkness descended.

In an instant, Han Ping'an sensed something was amiss.

Yin energy!

A wisp of yin energy appeared inside the coffin as if it had appeared out of nowhere.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

How is that possible?

I was completely unaware of it while I was outside.

This surge of yin energy rose rapidly at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it surged into the coffin like a tidal wave, without letting any of it escape.

Before Han Ping'an could even feel his surprise, he suddenly noticed fine lines appearing on the two sides of the coffin. These lines crisscrossed and connected from beginning to end, exuding a strong sense of malevolence.

Are the markings engraved inside?

Han Ping'an seemed to be deep in thought; perhaps this was the reason why they couldn't detect anything unusual outside.

At this moment, the dense Yin energy inside the coffin made him feel terrified.

Good guy.

If you put the evil-gathering jar inside, it will probably condense an evil shadow in two days.

However, if a person can lie down and absorb directly, what's the point of using a cauldron to gather evil spirits?

Han Ping'an looked excited, but a sense of surprise and doubt rose in his heart.

Where did this thing come from?

Who did Lao Gu go out to look for?

A thought crossed his mind, and he reached out and touched the coffin lid.

hum!

[The Yin Stone Coffin has a lifespan of five years. It is cast from Yin Stone and sealed for forty-nine days. It can nurture a silver corpse.]

"Raising corpses?"

Han Ping'an's eyes widened in disbelief, and his body trembled.

Is this a coffin for raising corpses?

Depend on!

How many corpses have lain here?

Even a mighty warrior like him felt a chill run down his spine at this moment.

Old Gu is really something, he can even get his hands on such rare items.

Seriously, isn't there anything normal about this?

Feeling the thick Yin energy being continuously drawn into his body, Han Ping'an shook his head in silence.

In the face of such astonishing Yin energy, what does it matter if a corpse has been lying there?

We martial artists don't concern ourselves with these things.

However, with a lifespan of five years, should we recast it?

Han Pingan thought about it and decided to put it aside for the time being.

It's still uncertain whether the coffin should be returned. In fact, with Old Gu's strength, once he forges a treasure, he can sense the changes with just a little investigation.

There's no way to explain it.

Furthermore, the Yin energy inside is currently sufficient for his cultivation.

Let's talk about it when we've exhausted our resources.

With a thought flashing through his mind, Han Ping'an slowly closed his eyes and entered a meditative state.

The yin energy within the body is growing at a visible rate.

At the same time, with a slight movement of his right hand, the power of the Blood Jade Bone-Eroding Claw was unleashed, attracting a large mass of Yin energy to envelop and purify him.

Just a moment later.

A knocking sound came from outside.

Han Ping'an opened his eyes and flicked his palm.

Swish!

The coffin lid was shaken open, letting in light.

He stood up.

Old Gu asked jokingly, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

It would be even better if it weren't a coffin.

Han Ping'an nodded slightly: "Very satisfied, thank you Uncle Ping'an."

"By the way, how much does this coffin cost?"

"No need to pay, it's an old buddy of mine, consider it a gift to you."

Old Gu waved his hand and said calmly, "This is a Yin Stone Coffin, cast from Yin stones at the bottom of rivers, and disguised with a layer of ordinary coffin wood. Its secret lies in the patterns on the inner coffin, which can also absorb Yin and gather evil spirits."

"However, if you want to absorb yin and gather evil energy, you must place it in a place that hides yin and evil energy. But with your current cultivation level, the yin and evil energy accumulated here should last you for about half a month."

"I reckon it'll be enough for you to get close to the point of attacking the three passes."

More than half a month?

Han Ping'an's spirits lifted, and upon looking at the coffin again, it resembled a naked beauty.

The coffin is good, the coffin is wonderful.

"Uncle Ping An, after absorbing all the Yin energy inside, do we need to return the coffin?" Han Ping An asked tentatively, suppressing his thoughts.

"Whether you return it or not is fine; it's nothing to him. If you can find a suitable place to hide evil spirits, or find some similar items, you can throw them in there."

Old Gu said it without a care.

A hint of joy flashed in Han Ping'an's eyes.

So good.

When the Yin energy within is exhausted, it can be reforged using the Life Cauldron, and it will become another treasure, perhaps even generating a considerable amount of Yin energy.

Although the coffin was large, it could be placed inside the cauldron of life, which was extremely convenient.

"I'll put the coffin inside the house first."

Han Ping'an jumped out of the coffin, picked it up, and left.

The coffin was not light, but it was completely insignificant in the face of power at the Bone Refining level.

Fortunately, there weren't many things in his room, and after moving the tables and chairs, it was just the right size to fit everything.

Aside from being a little scary at first glance, there's nothing wrong with it.

Besides, usually no outsiders come in.

"A gift from an old buddy..."

Han Ping'an pondered Old Gu's words from earlier, secretly alarmed.

Regardless of how the coffin was made, the accumulated Yin energy inside suggests that Old Gu's old friend was probably a master of "corpse raising and refining."

Tsk, to most people, this is a demon.

Monkeys, those killers, are nothing more than child's play compared to him.

"Ping An, stop cultivating for now and come out to see what's going on."

"They're from the Black Tiger Gang."

Suddenly, Gu Ming and the monkey's exclamations came from outside.

Han Ping'an was taken aback and quickly walked out of the room.

What are the Black Tiger Gang members doing on Zhengqi Street?

Could they possibly be here to buy a coffin?

"They weren't here for us, were they?"

"no."

At the entrance of the grocery store, three people almost completely blocked the door.

Han Ping'an walked over and peered out, seeing a group of burly men.

Just then, the sound of monkeys muttering came from the side.

"They seem to be here to buy coffins. They're carrying quite a few corpses. I saw Lin Gang, and there were several other bodies that looked familiar. It seems like some more people have died."

Upon hearing this, Han Ping'an was stunned. So they really came to buy a coffin?

If someone involved in a gang dies, will they even be buried?