It is better to ask for others than for yourself, Zitong thought about it, walked to the side of the sarcophagus, pressed down and pressed the coffin to be quite strong, and climbed up.

Zitong felt that if she guessed correctly, this coffin was the legendary demon dragon locked at the bottom of the well. The coffin was very long, and the chain was locked in the middle of the coffin, but the round hole in the ceiling at the bottom of the well leading to the top of the well was only a little more than two meters. If you grab the iron chain at the mouth of the well and pull it up, the coffin will be stuck horizontally when it reaches the round hole, and it will not be able to pull up. It was a genius idea, and at a time when diving technology was not yet developed, the coffin was hidden in such a well that even tomb robbers could not touch it.

She could climb along the chain on the coffin to the place where there was water above and swim to the mouth of the well. The robe she was wearing on her □ wrapped around the chains, and she began to push up with her feet.

The woman was interested, slowly walked to the coffin, and quipped, "You want to climb up?" It's hard, tap when you fall. ”

The chains had been soaked in water for a long time, and they were covered with a translucent layer of slippery maggots. Zi Tong finally climbed into the air, his hand slipped, and his body fell back to the coffin.

The woman chuckled, and was teased and wanted to be angry, but Zitong couldn't help but take a breath when she saw her smiling face.

So beautiful.

When it's quiet, it's delicate and clear. When he spoke, he smiled and his starry eyes were slightly disgusted. When it is bad, it is like silk, and it is smiling.

It is worthy of autumn water as the god jade as the bone, looking back and smiling.

Zitong thought to herself, does she really look exactly like herself? If this is the case, why is my peach blossom luck not good, most of them are rotten peach blossoms?

A wave of unevenness rose again and again, and Zitong then felt the chain tremble. A sleek monster hung upside down from the water-filled hole with the chains in the coffin, opened its four-petaled mouth menacingly, snarled at her, and then retreated.

The woman laughed again: "There are jailers guarding the neck of the well, and if you climb there, they will bite off your head." ”

Hearing this, Zitong screamed in her heart that her life was bitter, and the more she sat on the coffin lid, the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She just wanted to come to Lingshui Temple to make some money, why did she encounter such a thing? I couldn't help muttering: "I'm so miserable, my love road is not smooth, and my life is short." "I want to cry when I talk about it.

At this time, the woman flew up to me and patted the pattern of the coffin lid: "If she is not as miserable, the handwritten seal of the god Li Xian has sealed her at the bottom of the well for more than a thousand years, and there is no daylight." ”

Zitong looked down at the coffin under her buttocks: "Who is she?" ”

"The east wind is drifting snow."

"Who is the east wind and snow?"

"Your first sixty-eight."

When death was approaching, Zi Tong's heart was full of mixed feelings, and she was only slightly shocked when she heard such words. She tilted her head to look at the structure of the coffin, a little indignant: "Is it true?" Who is so immoral that he threw my body into a well? ”

"You're not afraid," the woman smiled, but her faint expression was strangely good-looking, "but it looks a little like me." It's not like the one that was thrown down 800 years ago, crying and crying, and it annoyed me to death. ”

Zitong looked up at her: "Who are you?" ”

The smooth and lovely feet staggered back and forth, and the coffin swung up like a swing: "You can call me the east wind and snow." ”

Zitong was stunned: "The east wind is snowing, the ...... in the coffin"

"The form that is locked in the coffin is the form, and I am the god who is locked." She took Zitong's hand and reached for the chain above her collarbone.

But the fingertips passed through the middle of the chains, as if they were through the air.

Realizing something, Zitong grabbed the back of her hand with her backhand. The back of her hand was unusually slippery, cold, and there was no trace of temperature at all.

"You're a ghost." Zitong said.

The arm shuddered from the instinct of the living creatures to fear the undead.

Obviously, she noticed Zitong's fear, as if she was deliberately trying to scare me, and her waist bent down, so that delicate smile became closer and closer to me: "Do you want to do business with ghosts?" She said, in a slightly provocative voice.

Zi Tong was not used to being so close to other people's faces, and she was afraid that her body would slide off the dangling coffin, so she didn't dare to move, so she could only press her body down slightly. But she seemed to be a little bit more aggressive, and her body pressed down.

Two women who look the same...... Ambiguous posture...... On a hanging coffin......

Suddenly felt that this scene was weird and tight, so Zitong pushed her chest and cleared her throat: "If you get closer, it's the ghost pressing the bed......"

Before she finished speaking, she pressed her face closer, and the tip of her nose gently rubbed against Zitong's cheek. The smile on his lips deepened: "The taste of the ghost press bed is so beautiful." ”

She thought she could scare Zitong, but she didn't know that Zitong cocked her head and took a bite on the delicate lips that were not dotted and red.

Suddenly attacked, she straightened back and looked at Zitong with a smile.

Zitong sat up and smacked her lips: "Let's talk about the deal, can you help me out?" ”

"Yes."

"What do you want me to do?"

"It turns into snow in the east wind." She said softly.

"I'm Zitong, how can I become the east wind and snow?" Zitong asked.

Her eyes bent and she smiled brightly: "Let me possess you." ”

For no reason, he was dragged into the well by the jailer in the mouth of the east wind drifting snow, and fell to the bottom of this black rumbling well, and met the ghost girl in front of him who claimed to be her previous life. And she offered to attach herself to herself, how could there be no attempt?

"Think about it slowly." She saw that Zitong was hesitating, so she jumped to the ground with both hands. The palm of the hand was flipped over, and there was a yellowed skull in the palm of the hand. She smiled and threw the skull into the air, kicking it like a shuttlecock.

While kicking with great interest, he said: "There was a girl who fell into a well before, and I asked her if she would be willing to let me possess her, and she was unwilling. Later, she was drowned, and her body was eaten by the jailers, chewing her bones clean. Fortunately, the jailer didn't like the head and cheapened me. ”

The only exit to this place is the round hole above, but the round hole is full of jailers.

It seems that Zitong has no other choice than to cooperate with her.

But Zitong was worried: "What if you get on me and refuse to leave?" ”

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Drown, or be taken by me, do you have a choice?" As he spoke, he kicked the skull into Zitong's arms.

Zitong instinctively reached out to hug it, facing the black hole of the upper skull, his whole body trembled, and he hurriedly threw the skull to the side.

When she looked up again, her face was held by her who was floating in the air with both hands: "Let me possess me, you have a chance to live." If you don't let me possess you, you'll die. ”

Gritting his teeth, Zi Tong let out: "How to do the east wind drift snow?" ”

She smiled as if relieved. The tenderness in the bright eyes is full of turns, like duckweed floating with the water, and thousands of streamers.

"If you want to be snowy, you have to be completely snowy. Her love, her hate, and her love are all optimistic, you are the east wind and snow. Suddenly lowering her head, she covered her lips over Zitong's mouth. In an instant, a slightly sweet, and seemingly fragrant warm gas with the fragrance of a magnificent rose flowed from her mouth into Zitong's throat and into her lungs.

Breathing was rapid, as if it would stop at any moment. The numbness slowly spread from the tips of the limbs to the whole body, numbing all sensations.

In a trance, Zitong's body floated lightly with her, gently rotating in mid-air.

The layers of white yarn in front of me are flying up and down, and countless east wind and snowy pasts come into my mind, when I am happy, when I am happy, and when I am happy, there is ......

…… (To be continued.) )