[The Soul Coffin of "The Undertaker"]

[Quality: Rare]

【Level:76】

[Introduction: The huge coffin carried by "The Undertaker" seems to have an unimaginable weight and hardness. It can be used as a physical attack weapon, or it can release the super power inside it under the control of the "Undertaker".

As a rare mysterious weapon in the dark world, there are countless dead souls in the coffin.】

[Tip: The soul coffin is a tool for the "undertaker" to deal with death. If you stuff something into it, it may calm the "undertaker". If you can't come up with something that satisfies the "undertaker",

Then you can be ready to lie in.】

Fang Xingyang was so shocked by the properties of the coffin that he was speechless for a long time.

It's just the first day he opened today...

Can you encounter level 76 things on the first day?

Is this really something he can handle?

"I think you're quite suitable."

The mourner suddenly tilted his head, as if he was sizing up Fang Xingyang's size to see if he could fit into the soul coffin.

"Hey! This guest, I already understand your request. I think you don't know much about the rules here. You might as well give me a few more minutes to explain it to you."

Fang Xingyang plucked up the courage and pulled a chair over to the mourner and motioned for him to sit down.

"Wugang Commissioned Shop, as the name suggests, is a place that meets the requirements of customers from all walks of life. The purpose of our shop is 'If you can't think of it, there is nothing you can't do!'. Since you are here to ask me for a body, why not let me understand

Become...you need my help to find you a body, right?"

The mourner nodded slightly, "Yes, I need to clean up the breath of death here as soon as possible to prevent it from contaminating you."

"Aha! I understand. It turns out that you are such a kind customer who considers others. Don't worry, I will try my best to satisfy your request."

Fang Xingyang had a professional smile on his face, and then pointed to the counter behind him.

"I have accepted your request, but according to our requirements here, you can let me register first, and we are doing business, okay?"

After saying that, he didn't care whether the mourner answered or not, and hurried to the counter, took out a notebook and wrote down something on it.

"The breath of death will pollute you if it stays for too long. At that time, I will deal with you together, you weak creature." The mourner sat on the chair, staring at Fang Xingyang with a pair of bloodshot and terrifying eyes.

"Okay! Don't worry, our store has always been very efficient, and it has always been ranked first in the entire Storm Corridor area!" Fang Xingyang wrote on the notebook with one hand, and quietly pressed it on his waist with the other hand.

On the ghost lamp in the room.

Just like before, even if he had the power of the Ghost Soul Lamp, the "threat value" of the Undertaker to him was still "extremely high", which meant that in a head-to-head confrontation, he had little chance of winning.

But that's not what he was waiting for.

Because from the moment he put his hand on the Netherworld Soul Lamp, he noticed that his consciousness seemed to be connected to this soul lamp.

Since he became the new owner of the Nether Soul Lamp, he has absorbed a total of two monsters into the soul lamp. The soul lamp will transform the inhaled demons of anger and parasitic succubi into alchemical embryos, and the speed of transformation is,

It depends on the strength of the monster inside.

The parasitic succubus he had just sucked in had almost the lowest strength among all monsters because it had no host. Not long after it was sucked into the soul lamp, it had already entered the final stage of transformation.

Following a ripple inside the Netherworld Soul Lamp, Fang Xingyang stood up from his seat.

"Well, this kind guest, as I said just now, the body you are looking for was originally a guest who came to make trouble in our store. Now I have taken care of it. Since you made a request to me,

, then I will give it to you."

After speaking, Fang Xingyang raised his hand slightly, and a green light spread from the Nether Soul Lamp, converging along his body and into his hand.

In the center of the green light, something that looked like a flesh-colored insect was squirming painfully. If you looked carefully, you could see that the insect had several small mouths full of teeth.

Fang Xingyang glanced at the candlestick on the counter. Well, it was similar to the prototype nailed on it, except that one was dead and the other alive.

"Here, distinguished guest, this is what you want."

Fang Xingyang grabbed the alchemy prototype in his hand and handed it to the mourner.

As if taking revenge, the alchemical primitive embryo bit Fang Xingyang's hand crazily with its mouth.

Within a few seconds, blood began to drip from Fang Xingyang's palm.

But Fang Xingyang remained calm. After all, as an apprentice in the "Gold Medal Commission Shop", how could he mess up his position just because of a mere alchemy embryo?

On the contrary, the mourner stared at the alchemy embryo for more than ten seconds with a pair of terrifying blood eyes.

When he raised his head again, there was huge doubt in his terrifying bloody eyes.

"What do I need? A corpse?" There was a strange tone in its hoarse voice, "What I want is a corpse!"

Fang Xingyang looked confident, "Yes, this is the body you want. Half an hour ago, it was a living monster wreaking havoc in my store! If you can't even feel the breath of life from it.

, then isn’t it exactly what you need? Why don’t you check it again?”

After saying that, Fang Xingyang stretched out his bloody hand in front of the mourner.

A trace of fear quickly flashed across the face of the mourner.

He seems to be thinking, "Doesn't this human being feel pain?"

But Fang Xingyang still looked confident, as if "Serving customers is the sublimation of my life" was written on his face.

The Undertaker sniffed the alchemy primitive in disbelief.

It moved very carefully, as if it was afraid that this little bug-like thing would suddenly jump up and bite the tip of its nose.

This smell seems to be really right...

But can such a small thing really emit such a strong aura of death?

Its gaze finally fell on the soul lamp on Fang Xingyang's waist.

"No..." It seemed to understand something.

"The breath of death comes from here." After saying that, it pointed at Fang Xingyang's soul lamp.

"Eh?"

"You want to take away my soul lamp?"

"That's not possible!" Fang Xingyang held the soul lantern in his arms, "This is a prop in our store. We, as commission agents, rely on this soul lantern to prove our identity when we go out!"

The mourners were still staring at his soul lamp.

"Okay, I think I... understand what you mean."

As Fang Xingyang spoke, a green light emitted from the Nether Soul Lamp again, and another alchemy embryo appeared in his hand, which was the demon of anger after the transformation was completed.

"To put it bluntly, my lantern is just a container. The breath of death you feel is actually emitted by these things. If they stay in my lantern for a long time, the breath of death will naturally remain inside." Fang Xingyang said seriously.

Undertaker explained.

"But you don't have to worry. Since it's my thing, I naturally don't have to worry about the breath of death contaminating me."

"As for these two things that symbolize 'death'...since you need them, I'll give them to you!"

After speaking, he thrust the two alchemical embryos into the hands of the mourner.

Patted the blood from the mourner's hand.

"Look, has your problem been solved?"

The mourner looked puzzled.

I always feel like there's something wrong with it.

But I can't tell what's wrong.

After thinking for a long time, it finally nodded.

"Well, it's solved..."

Having said that, it threw the two alchemical primitive embryos into the soul-suppressing coffin with some disappointment, then carried the soul-suppressing coffin on its back and prepared to leave.

"Hey? Guest...did we forget something?"

Fang Xingyang suddenly spoke, and the mourner turned around and saw Fang Xingyang leaning on the counter, looking at him with a smile.

"Forgot something?"

"I have met your needs... It's time for you to pay the fee for this commission. Two corpses. According to the market price, one is 200 ghosts, plus the service fee of 300 ghosts, a total of 700 ghosts. But just now

, the truth, kindness and beauty in your heart completely moved me. You are like a light in this dark world, illuminating my confused heart, so I will give you a hundred exemption, a total of six hundred ghosts."

"Ghost?" A trace of doubt appeared on the face of the mourner.

"I don't have a ghost. That thing has nothing to do with the breath of death and is not harmful."

After thinking for a moment, it came to this conclusion.

Fang Xingyang said nothing.

When it looked up at Fang Xingyang again, it discovered that the human boy leaning on the counter was lowering his head, with an unsettling gloom covering half of his face.

Even this depressing aura could not help but shudder...


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