422 [White Sha: "I F***ing Thank You!"]

The Funeral Procession was completely numb. They had left Xinyue Kingdom and set out for the surrounding areas, originally planning to expand their business a little. After all, their old familiar clients in places where they had long operated were very experienced at dealing with a bunch of eerie things, and lately the Wailing Team had simply been unable to recruit any newcomers.

But never in their wildest dreams had they expected this. The moment they came out, they ran into a bandit who not only stole their lamp and seized their banner, but even worse, actually carried off the most important thing in the procession—the Spirit Coffin.

This move could not merely be called a severe blow to their vitality. It had to be called a collapse from which they might never recover.

The lamp was the key item for driving away other powerful evil entities, and also for guiding the way. As for the banner, there was no need to say much; it was a rare and precious killing weapon. Once a person's name and life story were written on it, it could almost one hundred percent Curse Kill anyone. As long as their strength did not surpass the master inside the coffin, they could not avoid death based on the strength they had in life.

As for the Spirit Coffin, well—without a coffin, what damn funeral were they supposed to send off!

Now all they had left was the funeral band that played, plucked, blew, and sang, and the Wailing Team that stretched like a long dragon.

Without the Guiding Lamp, the killing banner, and the funeral coffin, more than half of their eerie power had to be cut away. In an instant, they had fallen from one of the Red and White Twin Sha that struck