Inside the coffin, Xin Lin and the corpse always maintained an ambiguous posture, and the rest of the road seemed long and strange.

Maintaining a movement for a long time, coupled with the turmoil in Tianxianglou earlier, Xin Lin was sleepy and hungry, and fell asleep unconsciously.

By the time she woke up, the carriage was parked.

Outside, there was silence, Xin Lin pondered, it was already night.

The carriage drove for a day and a night, and if memory is correct, the vehicle has reached the vicinity of Qiancun.

Xin Lin climbed out of the coffin.

"I'd like to see what this rogue corpse looks like."

Xin Lin thought about it, found a fire fold, and quietly lit it.

The fire flickered, and inside the open coffin, a mummy came into view.

It turned out that the cloth that Xin Lin touched earlier was a moon-white shroud.

Xin Lin's earlier groping was not wrong, the corpse was very tall, even if he became a mummy, it could be seen that he must have been very strong during his lifetime.

Xin Lin's gaze moved down unconsciously, and when he noticed the shocking bulge under the man, Xin Lin's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

With a beast roar, Xin Lin was startled, his feet were not attentive, his body leaned forward, and rolled into the coffin again.

Xin Lin's eyes shrank, and under her mouth, there was a cold softness.

A gust of night wind blew, and inside the open coffin, the shroud on the corpse was blown away at some point.

The cold softness, but the man's lips.

The lips of a man who has been dead for a thousand years.

Just by the touch under his mouth, Xin Lin could conclude that it was a full and sexy lip with a beautiful arc.

Xin Lin looked confused, but the next moment, she suddenly felt a slight chill in her throat, as if something had penetrated her throat.

It was so cold that it slid into her stomach in an instant.

She jumped to her feet, lay on the edge of the coffin, and retched.

In her mouth, there was nothing, as if everything that had just happened was just her hallucination.

It's weird, it's so weird.

Xin Lin looked inside the coffin, and there were golden-red words densely written on the corpse cloth, which Xin Lin didn't recognize, and thought that it was not the text of Longteng Kingdom.

For some reason, when Xin Lin saw those words, he felt a tremor in his heart, and subconsciously felt very dangerous.

In the night, the forest was silent, and only the sound of beeping and burning wood could be heard.

Xin Lin flashed out of the forest and walked towards the official road, in the distance, there were mountains and forests, between the mountains and forests, there were dotted lights, it was a village in the mountains.

In the middle of the night, two drivers fell asleep and lay under a tree not far away.

The carriage was parked outside a forest, surrounded by forests on three sides, facing the official road.

The two drivers were sleeping soundly, this area is close to the official road, the driver deliberately chose this place, just to avoid the beasts in the forest, people who are familiar with this area know that there are not many beasts in this area, and the night has always been peaceful.

After Xin Lin left, there was a rustling sound in the depths of the forest.

A pair of green eyes appeared.

First a pair, then two pairs, then three or four pairs, a large amount of green light came out like fireflies.

The black-ridged wolf king, the size of a calf, sprang out with a pack of wild wolves.

It was covered in stiff hair, the muscles on its limbs were bulging, its frontal bones were slightly bulging, and its eyes were shining.

The Black-Ridged Wolf King was not a beast in this area, but was forced to flee to this area in order to avoid a group of cultivators who suddenly entered the mountain.

It and its men were already hungry.

The wolf king smelled the breath of a living man, saliva dripping in his mouth, green light flashing in his eyes, and ran towards the nearest horse of his target.

The wolves kept approaching, and the two black horses were restless, their hooves trampling.

Inside the carriage, the thousand-year-old coffin swayed around.