The bay is crescent-shaped, and Xin Tianyou and Wang Hu are hiding on a high ground at a sharp corner. Clusters of human heads emerge at the other end of the opposite side, more than 600 meters away.

The crowd below was commemorating for a while and ignored it afterwards. The group of people who appeared above did not take action and watched quietly.

The weather is hot and the body should not be parked. In any case, you must complete the ritual first and burn it to let the soul rest in peace.

"Young Master, look, the corner opposite is the subordinate of Wulongzhai Wudai... The woman at the front is called Yu Niangzi, the older one is called Yu Qionghua, and the younger one is called Yu Linglong... Alas, I watched Yushu be beaten to death until he was beaten to death, ashamed..."

Wang Hu said for a while, but he could not hear the echo. He turned his head and saw the young man lying in the grass, digging into the soil with his hands, his eyes wide open, and the heat on his head was steaming.

Asked urgently:

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Xin Tianyou gritted his teeth and said:

"I think, go down and take a look... see who is this dead person?"

His eyesight was extraordinary. He was more than 300 meters away and he could see the face of everyone below clearly. He even counted how many eyebrows there were.

Jade Qionghua is clearly the Jade Fairy who fought fiercely with Fahai on Jiangxin Island.

The old Taoist priest who summoned the soul was clearly Duanmu who was the intermediary when the Haisha Gang and the Haido Gang were fighting.

Although the deceased's face was covered with black cloth and could not be seen, a familiar feeling appeared in his heart, which should be known.

Damn, the whole time and space are completely confused...

Didn’t Yu Qionghua accept her invitation to protect Mrs. Hua in Baisha City?

A ruthless fairy who is a holy fetal, "a golden cloud flies by, and no grass grows", when will he become a young lady with no power?

"Young Master, the people from Wulong Village are staring at the slope. Don't act rashly, otherwise we will both die..."

Wang Hu quickly rushed to the side and grabbed the young man's wrist.

If you really want to fight, a hundred Wang Hu is not the opponent. It is believed that Tianyou is not good at using it. He slowly raised his wrist and turned it around and broke the opponent's tiger's mouth.

But Wang Hu refused to give in and pulled the hem of his clothes with one stroke.

At this moment, a raging fire broke out in the pile of firewood.

In a burst of "crackling" sounds, the three women made a heart-warming sound. The jade lady's hair was spreading and she was about to throw herself into the fire, but was pulled by her daughter and several women.

Xin Tianyou and Wang Hu looked at each other, let go of their hands at the same time, and stared blankly below.

The old Taoist slowly stepped on the seven-star steps under his feet, and sang the words around the fire, scattering all the remaining yellow paper money in the cloth bag.

The heat waves steeped, wrapped in paper ash, and were blown by the sea breeze, and they all fell, like black butterflies flying all over the sky.

The soul-guiding banner caught fire, and for a while, the bamboo pole broke.

**, it helped the wind and burned very quickly. After only thirty minutes, only ashes and Mingmiao charcoal fire remained in the stone circle.

An old man walked out and directed four men to shovel the ashes, bones and hatchets into the sea with a dustpan. Someone accidentally touched the hot stone, hugged his feet in pain, and jumped with grin.

Not long after, the scene was clean and nothing happened.

The memorial service is finally over.

The chaotic gongs and drums suddenly rang out, just blindly beating and disorganized.

The bandits in Wulong Village lined up in two rows, walked down the slope, carrying a simple flower sedan covered in red and green.

The people on the beach retreated in panic like a tide, and the three women were left crying and standing alone in front.

The jade lady hugged Yu Qionghua and cried bitterly, her tears swaying, and her hair was slanted.

Yu Linglong looked at her sister blankly and suddenly said:

"Sister, you can't go...you must hold on and wait until the person in the dream comes..."

Hearing this sentence, the crowd was slightly turbulent.

Several young men were so ashamed that they buried their heads in their chests, feeling ashamed.

Today, everyone's lives are all about Yuqionghua.

Since Wulong Village has made wooden rafts and killed Yushu, it means that she will sacrifice her life to escape from the prison island. If she would rather die than marry, Wudai will make a statement and will wash the entire island bloodily.

Yu Qionghua wiped away her tears for her mother and hugged her sister without any expression on her face. She should not be so calm whether she was a new bride or a funeral for her brother.

She wore a duck-green narrow-sleeved double-breasted shirt on top and a light blue water-embellished skirt on the bottom. She was slender and graceful, and she was paired with a simple and white oval face, like a graceful lotus.

In the crowd, a thin black man saw two rows of robbers entering the beach. Suddenly, he screamed and pulled off his shirt, revealing a well-defined ribs, and rushed forward.

The team was stopped, and the gongs and drums beat each other weakly for a few times, and gradually stopped.

The three village master Meng Guang stepped forward a few steps, knocked the young man over with a punch, and cursed:

"Chen Xiucai, he wanted to show his gratitude, and he didn't think about how much he had. If today was not a happy day, I would chop you into seven or eight pieces and feed it to the dog with one knife."

After being punched hard, Chen Xiucai's upper body was dyed red with blood from his nose, and he got up and shouted:

"Kill me!"

Meng Guang was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he made two steps and smiled:

"Miss Yu, hurry up and get into the sedan chair. The boss is still waiting in the village to worship the world."

Chen Xiucai howled and ran into the wedding party.

The matter started in a hurry, and two people were pulled over in a blink of an eye. Then he hit the sticks and threw him down.

Meng Guang pulled out half of his waist knife, and saw Yu Qionghua's cold eyes. He couldn't help but feel palpitations, and slowly inserted them back, and ordered:

"Take the bitch aside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xiucai got up like a corpse and then pounced on him crookedly.

Humph, this guy is clearly looking for death. I want Miss Yu to worry about her for the rest of her life. I can't fulfill his wish!

Meng Guang turned around and hit his head with a scabbard.

Chen Xiucai pounced down again, and was pulled by the two of them with their hands and carried them to the hillside like a dead dog. Blood ticked along the way, attracting three or five green-headed flies, and they followed them perseveredly.

Everyone was silent and tried to retreat a little further.

At this time, Yu Linglong opened her arms and blocked her sister.

Meng Guang winked, and the two bandits hurried forward and forced her to drag her away.

As the girl pulled and pulled, the little girl bent down and grabbed the gravel and stirred it up. The two of them immediately "Oh" hugged their heads, one of their eyes was swollen and the other's nose was collapsed.

Xin Tianyou looked at it quietly, and it felt quite ridiculous.

It was clearly a tragedy, and the "actors" were also very hard-working. But no matter how you look at it, they were not in a state and were not attentive. Everyone was slow to move and numb to their expressions. By the way, it was a bit like acting in a puppet show...

The two bandits glared at each other, Meng Guang did not speak in a gloomy face, and kept pulling out half of the knife and stuffing it back. The old knife broke the sheath and made an unpleasant "cracking" sound.
Chapter completed!