Yan Ning knew that he was dead. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She suddenly found that her body was not in pain, her hands and feet were intact, she was actually wearing the clothes she wore when she was not married, and she looked down and saw her own corpse, and she also saw the corpse in green.

It turns out that people are dead, and they really have souls, she thought.

He turned his head to look around, but he didn't see any other spirits.

Why didn't you see the soul of the green clothes?

Isn't it true that ghosts can't see each other?

Or has the ghost in green already floated away, and only he can't go?

Yes, there is nothing wrong with the green clothes, her ghost should soon be reincarnated, she is so kind, and she is very worried, she never dares to offend people, such a good person, if God has eyes, reincarnation will definitely be blessed and longevity.

I am so sinful, so I should float in this world and be a lonely ghost.

Yan Ning followed the corpse truck to the barren mountain outside the capital.

She has been in the capital for so many years, and she never knew that there was such a barren mountain on the outskirts of the city, the mountain was not high, but it was desolate enough.

After the corpse was dumped on the barren mountain, the sky was dark, and after a while it began to snow again.

Yan Ning stood next to his corpse and couldn't leave, he could only watch the snow fall and slowly cover up the corpse.

There were a few wild dogs, out of nowhere, they seemed to see Yan Ning's ghost, whining around the corpse, slowly approaching, the bold one began to stretch out his paws to plow the snow, for the wild dogs, the weather is cold, this barren mountain is a treasure land, and the corpses thrown out from time to time are their feast.

"If you want to eat, eat my corpse, not the green." Yan Ning shouted loudly, but he couldn't make a sound, only the sound of the wind blowing through the low bushes on the side.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves from the foot of the mountain, and soon more than a dozen horsemen ran up the barren mountain path.

Don't they know that these are mass graves?

Yan Ning thought about it, but when she saw the person in the lead, she was hideous, and she couldn't wait to pounce on him and bite off a piece of his meat, but she still couldn't move, so she could only stand, watch them slowly approach, and then dismount.

The wild dogs heard the sound of horses' hooves approaching, and before they could go up the hill, they dispersed and fled into the bushes and hid.

Although the snow covered the corpse, the corpse was illuminated by a dozen torches, and there were traces of wild dogs, and the bodies of her and the green clothes were soon found.

The leader turned out to be Emperor Hongwu Chu Zhaoye, who ran over and saw two corpses hugging tightly.

A guard stepped forward, somehow got it, and actually separated the two corpses.

The corpse facing the sky on her back could only barely be said to be a person, dressed in dirty and black clothes, and if you looked closely, you could recognize that she was wearing the clothes of a low-class palace maid.

Chu Zhaoye stretched out his hand and brushed away the messy hair on the corpse's head, and then, even those who were used to seeing dead people couldn't help but take a cool breath.

On the corpse, the right half of the face had been burned by something, and it was charred and blackened, and only the eyes were still intact, and the eyes were wide. The left half of his face was not scarred, but his eyes had been gouged out, leaving only a black hole, and his mouth was wide open, as if he had screamed before death, but his tongue was gone, and there was blood on the side of his mouth, and the blood stain even stained a small piece of snow red.

The corpse's tendons and tendons were broken, and the hands were twisted after being clamped, and the fingers hung strangely and dirty, and the nails were very long.

The calf meat exposed on the leg is obviously rotten, if it weren't for the cold, maybe you can see the gangrene crawling, the wound is obviously not treated, in some places, the rotten are exposed leg bones, and there are no shoes and socks on the feet.

Chu Zhaoye stretched out his hand to touch it, but found that on this corpse, it seemed that he couldn't find his familiar shadow.

He untied his black cloak and slowly put it over the corpse, reaching out to close his eyes, but he couldn't. He even pinched her upper and lower eyelids with two fingers, but when he took it away, the eyes opened again.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Everyone knows that this corpse is not blind!

"Ning'er!" He called in a low voice, stretched out his hand to hold the body in his arms, and shouted, "Yan Ning! ”

Yan Ning stood on the side, sneered, and stretched out his hand to pinch his neck, but the ghost had no body, and watched his hand pass through his neck again and again, but he couldn't strangle him.

In the wilderness, the north wind was whistling, blowing snow and hitting the standing man, as if an angry man was grabbing the snow and smashing it.

"Yan Ning! Yan Ning! Chu Zhaoye just muttered and shouted holding the corpse.

A few horses came running over from afar, led by a young man, not wearing an official uniform, Yan Ning knew, this was Chu Zhaoye's right-hand man Feng Ping, but it was a pity that he couldn't be an official, so he could only be a cloth cloth behind the scenes.

He ran over and saw Chu Zhaoye squatting on the ground, and hurriedly stepped forward and whispered: "Holy Lord, you let your subordinates find it easy, it's almost early, you have to pay attention to the dragon body!" ”

Seeing the corpse's exposed hands, his face was also unbearable, and he said: "The waste is dead, you let her go into the ground quickly." ”

Chu Zhaoye looked up and saw Feng Ping, "Yongjun, she's really dead!" Now there are no aftermaths! She's really dead! As he spoke, tears remained, falling on the cloak that covered the corpse, leaving a little trail of water, but they were soon melted by the snow, and there was not a single tear stain there.

"Holy Lord, go to the early court, leave it to your subordinates here, and your subordinates will choose a better tomb for her to bury." Feng Ping persuaded in a low voice.

Chu Zhaoye slowly let go of the corpse in his hand.

Yan Ning glared hatefully, why did you come to see my body? She wanted to scream, she wanted to pounce, but she felt a suction force drag her backwards, as if she were going to be dragged into nothingness.