Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

A group of people just stood there, as if they were accompanying someone and guarding someone.

The mourners couldn't help crying:

"God can't stand it anymore!!! Is this world still alive, ah ah..."

It seems that they were infected by this sad atmosphere, and everyone who mourned couldn't help but start to mourn.

Qiang Mo smiled wryly as she looked at the pouring rain in front of her. Others didn't know it, but she clearly knew that this rain was not caused by the weather controlled by those people.

But, it's really raining...

Under control, there was such a heavy downpour.

Even if it's snowing in June... so what?

Covering the look in his eyes, in the heavy rain, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Bury..."

There was already some weakness in his tone.

Facing the people she wants to save... is she already powerless...

The face of the buried person did not change in the slightest, and he opened his throat and roared:

"Buried!"

Buried in the rain, the soil was loose, and now with the heavy rain, it has become even more muddy.

At this time, no one questioned.

Silently, no one made a sound.

...

After the burial, the coffin was gradually submerged in the soil, and no corners could be seen again.

The heavy rain was gradually getting smaller, and at this moment, a magical scene happened.

On the soil around the burial place, sprouts spewed out the moment the rain stopped.

The budding flowers bloomed in an instant, and the withered weeds also regained their vitality.

The buried people looked at this scene with amazement in their eyes.

They have been in this business for so many years, and they have never seen such a spectacle.

At the moment, they all knelt down towards that place and said:

"May God bless..."

"Rest in peace……"

...

Qiang Mo looked indifferently at the land where the vision had occurred. Lin Shumo's spiritual power was naturally extraordinary, otherwise it would not have been possible for her to arrive.

And now... it is obviously a scene of spiritual power spreading.

Is it really... that there is no way?

The three souls and seven souls of spiritual practitioners will not dissipate within a certain period of time after a person dies, because there is spiritual power to protect their body.

But now... the spiritual power has been completely dispersed in the soil.

Obviously... even the Hell King from the underworld cannot be saved.

Hiding the look in his eyes, the hand hanging beside him made a fist in vain and slowly tightened it.

She must clean up the gang of cursed people...all.

Even at a huge price.

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The funeral was over, and the mourners left quickly after finishing their mission.

In the place where Nuoda is located, there are only the teenagers who are still in the same place, and Ye Su.

Ye Su looked at his boss standing motionless, with worry flashing in his eyes, stepped forward and said:

"Boss... No one wants this to happen, and you don't have to blame yourself too much."

Qiang Mo's eyes struggled, and he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"I know the reason, don't worry, I won't get stuck in a dead end. Go back and see Xiao Qingtong's situation first. I'll stay here for a while."

After Ye Su nodded, he turned and left.

...

Qiang Mo found a place, sat down directly, and looked at the piece of soil where the man was buried with complicated eyes.

Suddenly, a man said abruptly:

"Lin Shumo, right? You said... why are you and your brother so different in character?"