It stinks......

When Nan Baoyi woke up, a rancid smell penetrated the tip of her nose.

She covered her nose and struggled to sit up.

When I looked around, it was dark all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Leader Liu was nowhere to go, and the silence around her was almost eerie, and she could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.

She staggered to her feet and stumbled forward: "Husband? ”

A faint voice echoed through the sinkhole.

Nan Baoyi frowned lightly at the small mountain eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to grope around: "Husband? ”

Fingertips touching something soft.

She reached out and touched it carefully, and gradually felt her eyes, ears, mouth and nose, about a man who had been dead for many days, his face was rotten and swollen, and with a little force, his fingers collapsed into it.

Nan Baoyi retracted his hand with palpitations.

Cautiously, she fumbled around.

Dead person......

Dead person......

What she reached out and touched, what she stepped on under her feet, were all bones!

Nan Baoyi stood stunned in place.

At this moment, it was extremely clear that the place where she was alone was the mine cave sinkhole, and around her, there were thousands of corpses!

The girl swallowed.

Boundless fear, like a black wave, rushed from all directions.

She groped in the darkness, and as she walked forward, she cried out in a loud voice, "Husband...... Husband! ”

The soft voice echoed repeatedly in the sinkhole.

The echoes distorted, like thousands of ghosts aking up in the darkness, laughing at her embarrassment and helplessness.

No one answered her.

Nan Baoyi only felt cold behind him, as if he was being targeted by a monster.

"Husband...... Daddy! ”

She picked up her skirt and ran as fast as she could, but she couldn't shake off the fear in the darkness until she hit the dirt wall at the edge of the sinkhole.

The girl covered her bleeding forehead and curled up in pain.

She choked for a long time before she finally recovered and climbed up the sinkhole with her hands and feet.

Nails digging deep into the dirt.

She climbed upwards, but no matter how many times she climbed, she would roll down until her ten fingertips, elbows, and knees were all bleeding, and she still couldn't touch the edge of the sinkhole.

Boundless darkness, boundless silence.

No one responded to her cries for help, and she seemed to be forgotten by everyone.

She sat alone at the bottom of the sinkhole, clutching her knees, terrified at the thousands of corpses in the darkness.

……

Xiao Yi urged the horse and galloped all the way to Nanfu.

The little guy turned him away: "Our ancestor has spoken, and we will not allow it in the future-"

"Get out!"

Xiao Yi kicked him away.

He strode into the threshold, his handsome face was as gloomy as water, and he went directly towards the Songhe Courtyard where the old lady lived.

Matsuzuru-in.

The screen separates the inner room, Nanguang lies on the soft couch, the pain of losing his son makes him unconscious, and the government doctor is seeing him.

Outside the screen, the old lady sat on the upper seat, and the people in the second and third rooms were there.

Nan Yan knelt on the futon, lowered his eyebrows, and told the story of the past few years.

The old lady's hand holding the cane tightened little by little.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she choked up and asked, "You guys are back, why hasn't my Jiaojiao come back?" ”

Yu Chi Beichen sat on the circle chair with Erlang's legs on his legs.

It was he who personally carried Nanguang back, and now he has become the guest of honor of the Nan family.

He answered: "It stands to reason that Sister Baoyi should come back." Although the mine was chaotic at that time, she has always been a clever person, so there is no trace of her now! You won't die in the mines, will you? ”

Old Madam Nan almost didn't mention it in one breath.

Mama Ji hurriedly comforted her and comforted: "The fifth girl has always been a blessed person, don't worry about the old lady." The old slave thought that the five girls were probably taken away by King Yong. ”

As she spoke, a little maid hurried in, pointed to the door, and gasped, "Old lady...... It's back...... It's back! ”

The old man hurriedly stood up. Niuniu Chinese Network

She held Mama Ji's hand and walked quickly to the door.

Stepping out of the threshold, she looked into the distance.

But what I saw was only Xiao Yi.

She rubbed her teary eyes and hurriedly looked behind Xiao Yi.

Behind him, it was still empty.

Her delicate child still hasn't come back......

The old man's eyes darkened for a while.

The heart hurts.

Her delicate child, whom she raised under her knees, and her little granddaughter, who grew up little by little, has been away from her for almost two years......

She misses her baby little granddaughter.

She doesn't have a few years to live, and she just wants to watch her little granddaughter be happy.

Obviously, I went to the mine together, but the third child and Nan Yan have returned, why hasn't her Jiaojiao come back yet......

Is it because she is not pious enough when she eats fasting and recites Buddha?

Or is it that the Nan family has not done enough good deeds over the years?

The old lady could no longer hold on.

In the exclamation of everyone in the Nan family, she fainted in grief.

Xiao Yi looked at the people who were in a hurry.

He stood in the sun, but his whole body was cold.

It is extremely clear that Nan Jiaojiao has not returned.

He turned and strode out of the house.

Riding his horse back to the mine, Jin Wuwei was cleaning up the corpses and blood from the field.

The poinsettia of the Taoist robe and the crown of the gauze were lying leisurely on the broad back of the green ox, stilting Erlang's legs, pillowing his arms, covering his eyes with randomly picked leaves, and enjoying the cool under the big tree.

Xiao Yi urged the horse to come to him.

He said, "Thief Taoist." ”

Poinsettia shook Erlang's legs, and Youzai Youzai: "Who are you calling?" ”

Xiao Yi stared at him.

A young Taoist priest in his thirties, looking at the light wind and the moon, is actually black-hearted.

In the years when he was his master in Jinguancheng, he was tormented a lot.

After a long time, he finally reluctantly eased his attitude: "Master." ”

This salutation obviously pleases the Taoist priest.

He immediately sat up and shook the leaves with a smile: "Good boy, what is the matter with calling a teacher?" ”

"Master taught me the art of war, strategy, and martial arts. But he has never taught me, Qimen gossip, asking the sky for fortune-telling. ”

Poinsettia stroked her palms and laughed: "Good boy, what's the good thing about learning that thing?" Peeping into the heavens, it is to break the life, that thing is not good, you can't learn! ”

Xiao Yifeng's eyes were scarlet, and he was speechless: "Even if I lose my life, I want to find Nan Jiaojiao......"

He couldn't have lived without her.

If he asks the sky to tell fortunes, he can calculate where Nan Jiaojiao is, then even if the price is his life, he is willing to do it.

Poinsettia smile, a little ugly.

He shook the leaves in his hand, squinted his eyes and asked, "Good boy, isn't it fun?" Isn't it interesting to be powerful? What do you have to do with a woman? ”

"I just want Nan Jiaojiao."

Xiao Yi was silent.

Poinsettia rolled her eyes.

He lay down on the back of the ox again, and said lazily: "I don't want a woman." Master, there is one here. The little lady of the Nan family can play with you, can't she play with you as a teacher? As a teacher, she can play more tricks than her. ”

Xiao Yi held the reins.

This thief Taoist priest knew where Nan Jiaojiao was, but he refused to tell him.

He licked his lips and suddenly said, "Once upon a time, Nan Jiaojiao and I went to Minjiang, where we met an old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest accepted her as a disciple, gave her the Taoist name 'Jinglian', and taught her the words 'Blessings are added every year, and everything is auspicious'.

"The old Taoist priest also told me that I should call Nan Jiaojiao's little aunt. I didn't understand why, but now I do. Master, Nan Jiaojiao is your little junior sister, junior sister was killed, senior brother, can you see death and not save it?

"Why don't I write to the old Taoist priest and ask him to come over and comment on the theory?"

Poinsettia sat up suddenly.

The cinnabar mole in the center of his eyebrows was bright red, and he shouted: "What did you say?!" ”

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The number of words in this chapter is excessive, and I will draw twenty red envelopes for everyone