This seems to be a traditional shaman dance preserved in the Datong Dynasty.

"Dong~dong~dong~woo~~"

The sound of big drums and horns perfectly blended into Fu Anning's dance steps, and the rolling sound waves made the ground tremble slightly.

Taoist Shunlong was examining the scene in front of him through Lerou's eyes at this moment. It felt like... like a dead man directing his own funeral.

Every detail has become the focus of his attention, thus drawing a perfect ending to his life.

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling..."

Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, a white dragon chair was slowly carried up to the front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and the cavalrymen in neat armor began to raise the long swords in their hands.

And the nine skeletons under the dragon chair seemed to be alive at this moment, and they all let out shrill screams.

"I'm curious, right? Those nine skeletons are the heads of the ninth emperor of the Great Unification. In order to improve his luck, Prince Gong opened the seal of his ancestors' tombs and took out their heads. He is really a filial son.

"

Taoist Xunlong had a proud expression on his face, but the little face he was wearing at the moment looked a little strange and nondescript.

After Taoist Xunlong said this, he saw a group of zombies holding musical instruments slowly approaching behind the dragon chair, and they surrounded the dragon chair and played cold music.

Xu Tong didn't pay attention at first, but when he accidentally saw a zombie holding a suona, his pupils couldn't help but tighten slightly, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Well, no wonder I can't find you when I look everywhere, you're pretty cool
Chapter completed!