Lin Tingjun, who was sitting by the side, said calmly, "That's a bookworm, it won't kill you."

Sanniang and Yunxi continued to look at He Shiqi disgustingly, he couldn't eat bugs even if he couldn't kill him! They have a new understanding of this fool He Shiqi today!

The pot of the Fat Buddha in the secret territory is getting bigger and bigger, crushing plum trees and the **** red ground. The fat Buddha in the pot swayed freely with the pot, just like a doll’s tumbler toy, especially his smiling face, which is exactly the same as the big-headed Buddha that children wear during the New Year.

Yun Yao stepped forward with an ice jade spear and stood dumbfounded in front of the **** Buddha. At that moment, Yun Yao felt awed as if seeing a real Bodhisattva. The Buddha light around the fat Buddha shone holy light in the whole blood realm, and the golden dazzling light dispelled the blood light and all the filth here!

"Xiaoyao, I finally found you." Fat Buddha's voice was as cool as a bell, like an ancient bell in the morning, knocking away all the worries and worries in your heart, and cleansing away all the filth in your heart.

Yun Yao's heart suddenly became quiet, she flew into the sky, and flew in front of Fat Buddha, she was like a little blue elf in front of Fat Buddha.

"Fat Buddha! When did you become so powerful? Can you still grow bigger?" Yun Yao looked at the incomparably huge Fat Buddha curiously.

Fat Buddha laughed "hohohoho", and the breath he blew out because of laughing almost blew Yunyao away.

"Ah—don't laugh! I'm going to be blown away!" Yun Yao held onto Bingyu's body tightly so that she wouldn't be blown away by Fat Buddha's laughter. When the Fat Buddha got bigger, everything became more powerful.

Fat Buddha looked at her with a smile: "It's the supernatural power of this pot. If you come in, you can also grow bigger." Fat Buddha waved to Yunyao.

Yun Yao curiously flew into Fat Buddha's pot, and sure enough, her body began to grow bigger, and she immediately laughed amusedly: "Hahaha—so that's the case, then let's go find Lord Coffin and Zimu." Immediately, she uttered a loud shout, "Master Coffin—————" Yun Yao's voice, which was amplified, resounded thousands of miles, shaking the mountains and forests.

At this moment, the monster made of muddy flesh had only one leg left, but it still jumped forward tenaciously.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Behind it was an extremely huge blood-red monster with golden runes all over his body, the son of the coffin master: Zimu.

He chased after the one-legged monster that was still alive. The monster made of meat and mud had no head, but now it only had one leg. From a distance, it looked like a tempting red ham jumping, how could it not make people salivate?

The huge Zizi jumped down on the big ham in three steps, grabbed it and "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", it was swallowed up after a few mouthfuls.

"Hi~~~" There was an earth-shattering hiccup, he hurriedly covered his mouth, looked around secretly, a noodle and a bit shy smile appeared on his bright red face. His originally pale body seemed to be filled with blood at this moment, completely turning into a bleeding red.

"Master Coffin—Zi Zhu——" a loud shout came, and he immediately looked happily, only to see a huge black pot swinging towards it. When he saw Yun Yao who was safe and sound, he showed a reassuring smile, but lowered his face shyly.

"It's Zimao!" Yun Yao also saw Zimao growing in size! Zizi has grown a lot, but still not as big as Fat Buddha. Yun Yao jumped out of the black pot, and her figure immediately changed back to its original shape.

When she flew in front of Zi Mao, Zi Mao became a giant, and she only reached his knees. She flew up, staring at Zizhu's flushed face and body: "Wow—you're red! Are you full?!"

Zi Mao lowered his face and said nothing, but nodded.

"Hehe, that's great, this way Master Coffin doesn't have to find you a corpse." Yun Yao took out the chopsticks box while talking, "It's too troublesome to find a corpse, and it's not every day that someone beheads you. Here, where is Master Coffin? "

Zizhu took the chopsticks box in his hand, still lowered his face, he pointed behind him, and Yunyao hurriedly flew over.

When Yunyao left, Zimu grabbed the chopstick box and sighed as if relieved, then turned around and started chasing after her.

Everything is in his eyes, he put his hands together with a smile: "Amitabha."

On the already clean ground, Lord Coffin was kneeling. Where he was kneeling, the blood-red grass crawled out of the ground like a cocoon in his painful wailing, and crawled onto Lord Coffin's body one by one. Crying and sneaking up his back. Before anyone knew it, it had already covered the coffin master's back.

But the coffin master didn't know anything.

"Ah Wei..." From those mouths, a soft and soft woman's voice suddenly came out, this call made the coffin master stop crying suddenly, and also made the other mouths shut.

The coffin master stared blankly at the plum tree with tears streaming down his face. There was only a woman's mouth opening and closing on the plum tree: "Ah Wei..."

"Husband... Madam..." The coffin master tremblingly looked at the only moving mouth on the tree, "Is it you... Madam..."

"Ah Wei... let Zimu go, he's like this... life is better than death... you know... in your heart..."

Tears fell from the eyes of Lord Coffin. He knelt in front of the tree and beat his chest in pain, nodding: "Yes... yes... I know... it's my fault... it's my fault..."

"Ah Wei...stay here with your son, we can be reunited..."

"Okay...ok..." Master Coffin stood up slowly, but his legs were so weak, as if the pain had drained all his strength. He was the one who turned his son into a monster, he was the one who made his son's life worse than death, it was he who made his son rely on human flesh and drink human blood to survive.

He is not qualified to live in this world more than anyone else, but he lives like this. He lived to save his son, but made his son's life more painful than before.

He should have let go of his son's...

He should have allowed his son to die with dignity and as a human being on that day...

He should have... killed himself that day...

That way, they can be reunited as a family in the underworld...

And now, he let his son live without dignity, how could he have dignity? He's so tired...so tired...

He is already fifty-six years old, when he dies, who will take care of Zimu? Who will find him a corpse to eat? Who will find him blood to drink?

At that time, Zi Mao could only lie in a dark coffin. He would live forever, but he had no strength to leave the coffin due to long-term hunger. Wouldn't that mean that his own son would be trapped in a small coffin forever? In the coffin, endure the boundless loneliness in the endless darkness!

This possibility swept the whole body of Lord Coffin like darkness, making his expression more old and tired, the light in his heart was slowly swallowed by the darkness, and his eyes gradually became hollow and lifeless...