The scholar wept bitterly, his emaciated cheeks sunken and looked haggard.

"Xiu, Xiu, Xiuhong?" Wang Bin's lips trembled, and he stumbled for a long time before calling out Xiuhong's name.

"Whoa!"

A large pool of blood gushed out of the cracks in the thin-skinned coffin.

When Mrs. Zhao saw the bloodstain, she screamed, and then took a few steps back, trying to exit the cabin, but the door of the cabin "banged" and was closed by a gust of wind.

"There's a living creature within." Beilin held a red fan in his hand, and his face was leisurely.

But just one sentence made the cabin explode again.

"No, it can't be a corpse, right?" Aunt Sun looked at Ming Beilin and asked with a frightened expression.

At this moment, the eldest lady had also retreated to the corner of the cabin, trying to distance herself from the coffin.

"Poisonous and cowardly." Ming Beilin glanced at Zhao Youfu and them, and then motioned for me to lift the lid of the thin-skinned coffin.

This thin-skinned coffin should have been tied with nails and chains, but now, the coffin is full of cracks, the chains are gone, and the nails are crooked and loose, as long as you push it gently, the coffin lid should be pushed open.

"Xiyan, don't listen to him." Senior Sister stared at Beilin vigilantly.

And I looked at this thin-skinned coffin, and I didn't want to lift the lid of the coffin, who knows what is going on inside? Perhaps, the corpse was soaked and rotten.

However, the gaze of the Stygian Beilin was unquestionable, and I knew that this demon's temperament was cruel, and I hesitated to know what to do.

"Quick!" Beilin's sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

Seeing that he was impatient, I could only stretch out my hand and lift the lid of the coffin.

However, the lid of the coffin soaked in water for a long time before my hand shattered at the slightest touch, and the whole coffin lid fell into the coffin.

And in the coffin, a heavy blood gas emanated.

Zhao Youfu's complexion, which was already blue, had become blue at the moment.

"Don't, don't." His mouth was incoherent.

No one dared to approach the coffin, and with a twist of one hand, all the broken wood chips floated up from the coffin, and then fell next to the coffin.

Zhao Youfu and the others looked at Beilin one after another, and their eyes probably regarded Beilin as a master of eliminating demons and evils.

"Pregnant? Corpse fetus? The senior sister looked at the female corpse with a high bulge in the abdomen in the coffin and was surprised.

I looked at this female corpse, her face was ruddy, as if she was a living person, and I asked Zhao Youfu: "How long ago did you give her to Shenhe?" ”

"Do the math, more than nine months ago." Aunt Sun's wrinkled face trembled slightly.

"So, that, what is this fetus? Be? Zhao Youfu stared at the female corpse's stomach in amazement, his expression extremely complicated.

"Impossible, the fetus in this womb is definitely not from the Zhao family." Mrs. Zhao said very firmly.

"Hmph, you can't give birth yourself, and you look at all women as unbearable as you?" Zhao Youfu glared at his wife fiercely, with resentment in his eyes.

also said that if it weren't for Mrs. Zhao's ruthlessness, the Zhao family would have a future.

"At the beginning, I watched the evil seed slip down from her skirt, and the lump of bloody hula was handled by Aunt Sun." Mrs. Zhao said and looked at Aunt Sun.

Aunt Sun looked at the female corpse, swallowing her saliva with difficulty, and was already speechless in shock.

I think that this female corpse looks like a weak woman, and she has experienced so much pain and torture before her death, so it is no wonder that she has this resentment.

The senior sister standing beside me looked at the female corpse, and her eyes were slightly red.