He was furious and pointed at Chen Fan.
The coffin had had an argument with Chen Fan before he died.
At this moment, the Corpse Carrying Craftsman suspected that Chen Fan had killed the coffin.
In fact, the identity of the coffin board.
It was a coffin seller.
His ancestors sold coffins.
Making coffins.
He had been dealing with the Evils for many years and was from a Qi Practitioner family.
His research was in the direction of digging coffins.
Of course, compared to the Qi Practitioners of the Chen Clan, they were still far from being able to compare.
"Oh, you said that I killed your friend. Do you have any evidence?!”
Chen Fan said calmly.
He was the one who killed the man.
When the black fog erupted, he released the white-robed female ghost he controlled.
A 500-year-old female ghost in white.
Together with Chen Fan's assassination.
He easily made that coffin submit.
It devoured it.
That five-hundred-year-old female ghost.
After devouring the coffin, his aura had obviously increased.
However, no one could sense what Chen Fan was doing.
He was very certain.
The corpse carrier in front of him didn't dare to act rashly.
Chen Fan wasn't afraid.
It would be best if they could eliminate one or two more and then wipe out the entire team.
If he couldn't kill a few more.
Then they would be wiped out.
All of you attack together.
Chen Fan was confident.
The only thing he needed to pay attention to was the person who tied the paper and the night watcher.
And a mature woman who looked like a vixen.
"Good, good, good. You have a good reason.”
"I, I want to see if your fists are enough.”
It was obvious that the Corpse Carrying Craftsman had been blinded by hatred and wanted to charge at Chen Fan.
No one stopped him.
The rest of the people looked very proud.
They were not familiar with the coffin.
If he died, then so be it.
There was no need to stand out.
Chen Fan was not sure if the coffin's death was related to him.
Therefore, no one made a move.
However, they were more wary and angry than Chen Fan.
"Wait, we're not here to fight.”
"If you have any conflicts, you can go out and resolve them, but you can't resolve them here.”
The night watcher stood up and glanced at Chen Fan as if he wanted to see through him.
"Night watchman, alright, I'll give you face today.”
The Corpse Carrying Craftsman took a few steps back and temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart.
He knew that he was here to find the treasure and the way to eliminate the evil.
This was not the time to fight.
However, the hatred of the coffin had been engraved on Chen Fan's head.
"Everyone, let's temporarily choose a place to cultivate in the surrounding corners.”
"Cultivate as long as you can.”
"I want to open the coffin before daybreak.”
The night watchers, as the name implied, were dispatched at night.
Guarding the night.
According to the night watchman, they had to go out tonight before dawn.
Otherwise, they would not be able to leave the tomb.
Therefore, he had to do it before dawn.
He opened the coffin.
Chen Fan didn't say anything and just found a place.
He sat down cross-legged and started cultivating.
He had to admit that the qi in this place was indeed very dense.
It was equivalent to several times the outside world.
If he could cultivate here for a night.
Perhaps, he could break through.
He closed his eyes.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a voice in his mind.
A series of sounds.
It seemed to pierce through his soul.
The image of a Buddha statue appeared in his mind.
"Ding…Revenge Quest has been successfully triggered.”
"During the training period of all the people with special professions, quietly slaughter them.”
"Every time I kill one, I will increase my level by one.”
" You've also gained the authority to control thirty Evils.”
He had made a killing.
To kill a person silently.
He could increase his level by one.
There were more than ten of them, almost twenty of them.
If he killed them all, he would be able to increase his level by more than ten levels.
The Evil's authority had reached more than 300.
A small Evil troop.
I'm dressed in brocade.
At this rate, it would not be a problem for him to create an Evil Jinyiwei.
It was only a matter of time.
With a single order, thousands of Evils, tens of thousands of Evils, were mobilized.
A keyboard warrior or a troll?
The Evil Jinyiwei won't kill you.
It would be best to create a few more curses.
Anyone who has spat at me.
They were all thinking of ways to use curses to kill him.
"The first one I killed was that fortune-teller.”
Chen Fan suddenly opened his eyes and found that all the special professions were cultivating.
It was as if he had entered a state of emptiness.
No!
He was shocked by the evil Buddha.
For a moment, he did not break free and fell into deep cultivation.
Puchi!
Chen Fan moved slightly.
A powerful black mist erupted.
It enveloped the space in front of them.
A small area of black fog erupted.
Black shadows flashed.
Vaguely, a few shadows approached the fortune-teller in front of them.
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"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully killing a special profession.”
" You've gained one level and thirty Evils.”
The sword slashed down.
Chen Fan quickly retreated.
He had killed the other party before he had even woken up.
It was straightforward and clean.
Little did he know that all of this was being recorded by the live broadcast camera in the distance.
Yes, the cameraman and the female reporter had both entered a state of emptiness.
However, the camera was installed at the entrance of the surface with a signal receiver.
Hence, there was still a signal here.
It was broadcast live across the country.
All the audience saw this scene.
Chen Fan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly released a black mist.
He had killed one of his team members.
Then, the black fog receded, leaving only blood-colored bones on the ground.
It's too... That was too sinister.
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"Continue to second place."
Chen Fan turned into a black mist again and went for the second person's head.
Every time he killed them, they would be eaten by the Evils.
This was called recycling.
Not wasting.
His goal this time was to make burial clothes.
Cut off his head.
Break the defense.
It was very easy.
"Congratulations to user for successfully killing the second special profession.”
" You've gained one level and thirty Evils.”
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The live broadcast room exploded.
"I never thought that the officials would come to explore the general's tomb for the second time.”
"This time, we succeeded. We successfully entered the tomb.”
"D * mn, what is that kid doing?! Kill your companions!"
"Snitch, why do I find that kid a little familiar?”
"Damn it, this is Chen Fan. This is his ancestral grave. How did he get in?”
"The light was too dim, so I couldn't see clearly. Now that the oil lamps are lit, I can see clearly that he is Chen Fan.”
"He's harvesting heads and killing people while they're cultivating. He's sinister, too sinister.”
"Is he using this method to protect his ancestral grave?”
"Obviously, their ancestral graves are the source of the disaster.”
"Big brothers, wake up quickly.”
"If you don't wake up, Chen Fan will cut off all your heads.”
"Chen Fan, you are the devil.”
"It's really pervasive. This time, the expedition team is finished.”
The audience felt sorry.
It was a pity for the 'idiot' special class who had died.
He hated Chen Fan for killing people in secret.
Morality in the pugilistic world?
Would you talk about morality to a grave robber who dug up your family's ancestral grave?!
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