Song Jing: ......

Why don't he go to church?

The church doesn't worship and buries it directly, are you just so excessive?

But this time she was carried out, and Song Jing saw that she didn't know when she was tied up with a sturdy knot, no wonder she couldn't break free.

She was lifted out of the coffin to be placed in another huge coffin.

The coffin was not black, but had a dark red tone, and inside lay a man who had been dead for a long time.

This time the man was not the face of the Emperor Nanchao, but the slightly delicate face of a man, he was dead, so his face was blue-gray, and he couldn't see any blood, so he just lay there with his eyes closed.

Corpses are also terrifying, and ordinary people will tremble when they see them.

Song Jing realized that this was probably the eldest young master of the Liu family that Xiao Zhao had married in the past, but who he was had nothing to do with Song Jing, after all, she was going to be cold.

She wanted to turn her head and look at the Emperor Nanchao, they couldn't do it in the crowd.

The woman smiled sadly beside her, and then Song Jing was reversed, and then she was put into the coffin.

Thankfully, they at least didn't let Song Jing face the corpse, but instead lay next to him.

She was facing up like this, she could see the woman's sometimes grief, and when she saw Song Jing's eyes becoming vicious again, she secretly cursed a neurotic in her heart.

With a "bang", the lid of the coffin board completely blocked Song Jing's sight.

It was dark again, and she began to sing the Virgin Mary in her heart.

She didn't lament that she was going to be cold, she was just thinking about how innocent she was, how she happened to encounter these unreasonable things.

She would rather be an ordinary person than see such a 'bizarre' side of this world.

Breathing became rapid, the air inside the coffin became thinner, and the people could feel that they were starting to be nailed all around, and the gang had no intention of giving the bride any chance to live in the first place.

Feudal superstition harms people!

Song Jing knew that he couldn't completely count on Di Nan to them, otherwise he would be able to cheat the corpse to trouble them?

She knew that Xiao Zhao must be listening nearby, the bride changed her appearance for no reason, and the woman knew that she must have used some other trick without any doubts, although the sound would make the air thinner and thinner, but Song Jing still asked the question from the depths of her soul.

"Why did you choose me?"

There are so many people, why did they choose Song Jing as the bride?

There was a sound of wind blowing in his ears, and Song Jing heard a gentle sentence: "I can't ...... it"

Song Jing: "You are too much, I still wanted to rob my relatives before!"

Xiao Zhao: "......"

Hearing Xiao Zhao's words, he couldn't feel Xiao Zhao's shadow, Song Jing asked, "Where is your body?"

Xiao Zhao did not speak.

Song Jing felt that the sense of trust between people in this world was gone.

She couldn't sit still, she had to find a way to struggle.

However, the rope really can't be opened, and the more she struggles, the more the air in the coffin will be consumed, and she will get cooler faster.

You might be able to last a few hours.

She closed her eyes, calmed herself, and thought carefully about whether she could still die and struggle.

The coffin was lifted, and with a "bang", it fell in another place.