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What was even more terrifying was that right on top of the blood-red coffin, there was a person hanging there. This person was a woman, her long hair flowing down to her waist, that woman must have been very good-looking, but now it could not be said that she had been hanged to death. A hemp rope was tied around the ceiling beam, tightly strangling her neck, and her tongue was hanging out, almost reaching her chest.

I looked up from the bottom and saw that the woman was wearing a pair of shoes made of red paper. The shoes had strange runes drawn on them, and from the waist of the woman, there was a red rope tied around her waist.

Looking at the woman's red robe, it was also made of red paper. The red paper was also covered with strange runes, densely packed like countless earthworms crawling around her body, and when the room was opened, a cold whirlwind blew in, and the woman's body swayed left and right in the wind. This scene was extremely strange, causing one's heart to shiver.

The Daoist looked at it and was so scared that his entire body began to tremble. He was completely stunned by this scene.

The old Taoist's face had turned even darker by now. He said in a deep voice, "Bloody clothes, red shoes, a weight that falls to the soul, a hanging beam that kills itself, the heaven and earth will not accept it, a red wood blood coffin, strange symbols, a flying corpse … it's a sign of disaster!"

Hearing the old Taoist's words, the young Taoist became even more frightened. His voice trembled as he said, "Master …" Why does my disciple feel so scared? Why don't we give up on this errand? "Go back and get some people to pack them up."

It's already too late to leave now. This old woman Wang laid down a great formation before she died, so the anger on our bodies intervened. As soon as we left the courtyard, the main person in the coffin would immediately get up, and even the girl hanging on the beam in the room would have an accident. If we want to leave this place alive, we need to take these two dirty things back. The old Daoist said with an unquestionable tone.

"Master, then what should we do first …" The Daoist asked again.

"Stand by the side and do whatever master wants you to do. Remember, you are not to act rashly in this room. This old woman Wang is too vicious. I wonder what sinister tricks she has set up in this room."

"Understood, Master …" The Daoist said with fear and trepidation.

The old Daoist raised his head and looked at the corpse of the woman hanging on the beam before saying faintly, "I presume this girl is the daughter of Lady Wang." The old Daoist raised his head and looked at the corpse of the woman hanging on the beam before saying faintly, "I presume this girl is the daughter of Lady Wang.

At this point, the old Daoist sighed and added, "It's all the fault of this world. It's messy. Otherwise, these two wouldn't have ended up like this. This girl is quite pitiful …"

"It's such a beautiful girl. It's such a pity that she died …" The Taoist also agreed.

"That's enough, stop talking, go carry the weight on that girl's body, remember, don't let the weight touch the coffin, your body must be steady. When that girl falls, use your hands to catch her, and don't let her body touch the coffin, do you hear me?" The old Daoist ordered.

"Alright, Master." The Daoist replied and put away the peach wood sword, placing it on his back.

He slowly walked to the coffin and reached out his hand to hold the weight gently. The Daoist man leaned his body backwards, trying to get as far away from the red coffin as possible.

As soon as the little Daoist stood still, the old Daoist suddenly made his move. He shook his sleeves and took out some hidden weapon from inside his sleeves. 'Sou!' He shot it towards the rope tied around the woman's neck.

The woman in red's body immediately fell to the ground. At this moment, the Daoist priest was quick to react and reached out to grab the woman in red's body. He retreated a few steps and kept his distance from the blood-red coffin.

This woman in red had been dead for a long time. Her body should have been stiff, but the little Daoist found that not only was this woman's body not stiff, it was also very soft, as if it had no bones.

After the hemp rope broke, the woman in red's tongue shrank back into her mouth, no longer looking as ferocious as it was before. After the hemp rope snapped, the woman in red's tongue back into her mouth, no longer looking as fierce as before.

"Stinky brat, don't stare at this little girl's face, be careful not to be bewitched by ghosts. This little girl was also a cultivator when she was alive, and her cultivation is not lower than yours, you must be careful. Put her flat on the ground, and get as far away from the red coffin as possible …" As the old Daoist spoke, he took out various magic tools from his Qiankun bag and placed them on a nearby table.

The Daoist priest's face turned red and immediately followed his master's instructions. He placed the red-clothed female's corpse in a corner of the wall, quite a distance away from the big red coffin.

After he finished this, the little Daoist came to his master's side. He saw the old Daoist man take out an incense burner from his heaven and earth pouch and place it neatly in the middle of the square table, then pull out three sticks of good incense. With his other hand, he took out a yellow talisman and lightly waved it.

The little Daoist looked down and saw that his master had completed a simple magic altar, Heaven and Earth Mirror, Compass, various paper talismans, Mo Dou … They were all placed on the altar, and even the offerings had been prepared. There were a few red apples and a dry nest. However, this was only taking one form, and that was enough.

After doing all of this, the old Daoist's expression became serious. He held the horsetail whisk in one hand and bowed in the direction of the altar, saying with a serious expression: "Grandmaster Three Purities, your disciple has opened the altar today to take in the evildoers. Please be listed as the Grandmaster's disciple and have peace in the world …"

With that said, the old Daoist once again bowed. His appearance was very respectful and respectful. The young Daoist naturally did not dare to slack off, bowing along with the old Daoist.

After he finished, the old Daoist shook the horsetail whisk in his hand and chanted a few incantations. He took the few talismans on the square table into his hands and walked towards the red wooden blood coffin.