Looking at the little little dot in front of him who only knew how to smirk, Yan Bei was in a somewhat complicated mood.

Forget it, let him laugh, she first looked around to see if there were any clues about their mother and son.

Thinking like this, Yan Bei left the inexplicably happy little bit of "hehehehe" and reached out to grope in the coffin.

This touch, I really touched a lot of things, which should be funeral goods, including cloth, bronze, and a longevity lock and a life card.

The life card is wooden, painted with black lacquer, and there is gold on the lacquer, which reads: Tong Jia Gege, died on July 15 of the tenth year of Yongzheng at the age of 20.

Picked up the longevity lock, the chain on it had been broken, it should have fallen from the little guy next to her, and the word Lingming was written on it.

Psychic? Is this the name of the little one?

Thinking like this, Yan Bei turned his head to look at the little guy beside him who had put away his smirk and was in a daze, and shouted tentatively:

"Xiao Ming?"

The little guy blinked wide, and suddenly focused on his little head.

Okay, after confirming the eyes, this baby is called Xiao Ming.

But it looks like he's not even two years old, and he died early, which is quite pitiful.

Glancing sympathetically at Xiao Budian beside him, Yan Bei smiled at him, and then lay down.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Ming blinked his eyes wide, his eyes purred around, and he also lay down.

The coffin is small, the mother and son lie tightly in the coffin, one is in a daze with wide eyes, and the other closes his eyes and releases his five senses to explore the situation outside, and the picture is quite harmonious.

"Hello uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters! I am your tour guide, and I will lead you in the next attractions, you can call me Xiao Zhang, or you can call me Sister Zhang! ”

By the river, a young lady wearing the clothes of a certain scenic spot and carrying a tour guide card held a flag, smiled at the microphone on her lips and introduced herself to the tourists in front of her.

In the enthusiastic laughter of everyone, the young lady of the tour guide raised her hand and pointed to the cliff on the other side of the river, and said with a smile:

"Here, is the most famous hanging coffin group in our Shu land, according to records, the oldest of these hanging coffins on the cliff has a history of thousands of years, look, the hanging coffin in the upper left corner is the hanging coffin of the Song Dynasty, it has been a thousand years ago, the coffin is still not rotten, very magical."

Hearing this, the tourists looked up at the cliff on the opposite bank, and saw that the coffin in the top corner was indeed as the tour guide lady said, it was not rotten for thousands of years, and they couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation.

However, some people's attention was not there, but fell to the coffin on the right side of the thousand-year-old hanging coffin, which was much larger than the other coffins, and asked curiously:

"Sister Zhang, look at that coffin, why is it bigger than other coffins?"

Hearing the tourists' inquiries, the tour guide explained mysteriously while leading the way in front:

"You say that big coffin, it is actually a coffin of mother and son, I heard that in the Qing Dynasty, many large families liked to use such coffins, which were generally used for joint burials, and most of the burials were women and children who died in childbirth."

"Oh, I see." The tourists nodded and expressed sympathy for the deceased in the coffin, who did not know whether it was mother and son or mother and daughter.

Lying in the coffin, Yan Bei was suddenly sympathized: "......"

She has a sentence that MMP must be said!

Soon, visitors are guided to the next attraction and the riverbank is quiet.

Yan Bei, who was lying in the hanging coffin, first cast a vigilant gaze at the thousand-year-old hanging coffin next door, and found that the thousand-year-old zombie neighbor next door was still sleeping, and his heart was a little calm.

But now that he knew where he was, Yan Bei suddenly yearned for the air outside.

Once this idea came to me, it could no longer be suppressed.

Speaking of which, she still has to hurry up and take the stupid son next to her to leave here before the male protagonist arrives.

Therefore, it is necessary to open the lid of the coffin first to explore the surrounding situation!

So, Yan Bei raised his feet and kicked upward, only to hear "Bang!" With a loud bang, the already somewhat rotten coffin board was directly kicked over.

At the moment before the coffin lid was about to roll down the cliff, Yan Bei flicked his fingers, and the silver needle flew out, directly scooping back the flying coffin lid and placing it horizontally on the coffin.

In an instant, the line of sight widened, and even the air was filled with the smell of freedom.

The coffins of the mother and son were suspended from two pieces of wood, and Yan Bei sat in the coffin, and when he looked back, he saw the coffin of the next-door neighbor's thousand-year-old zombie.

I don't know what material the coffin is made of, and there is no trace of decay at all, not only that, but there is also a trace of yin qi coming out of the coffin, making the temperature of this space several degrees lower than other places.

It's a sunny day, but luckily the coffin is recessed into the cliff wall, and the sun doesn't shine in at noon.

But even so, Xiao Ming in the coffin was still frightened, and his big blue eyes kept blinking, and it took a long time for him to return to his normal frequency.

It seems that he found that there is no danger, and Xiao Ming, who saw what it was like outside the coffin for the first time, was very curious.

The body stood up straight, standing beside Yan Bei, watching the movements of her hands curiously.

Speaking of which, the location of the coffin is quite good, and Yan Bei was in a good mood, so he took out the bandage and continued to embroider the five-petal flower on the bandage that had not been completed.

Maybe it's the reason for the great increase in strength, this time she picked up the embroidery needle, she felt very comfortable, a five-petal flower was only the last petal, and she didn't know how to start with the last petal, but this time it was suddenly smooth.

The fingertips moved quickly, the needles flew and the threads were followed, and soon a lifelike five-petal flower appeared on the white scarf, and Xiao Ming was stunned.

When Yan Bei put away the last stitch, he only felt as if the flower was about to live, and let out a surprised cry: "Wow! ”

Yan Bei heard his wow, and looked at the square scarf embroidered with five-petal flowers in his hand, and only felt very satisfied.

The flower really seems to be alive, and at this moment there is a breeze blowing, and it seems that you can see the flower path gently swaying.

It's so magical, and I don't know what kind of effect it will have.

Yan Bei curiously raised the square scarf to look through it, suddenly, a strong wind blew in, Yan Bei didn't grasp it, the square scarf flew out directly from her hand, "Haw!" It was covered on the head of Xiao Ming, who was watching from the side.

The pink brilliance suddenly bloomed, and Yan Bei hurriedly turned around, only to see that the square scarf suddenly turned into a little starlight and disappeared into Xiao Ming's miniature version of the top flower.

Immediately afterwards, an emerald green bud emerged from Xiao Ming's hat, growing higher and higher, and finally grew about ten centimeters, and a pink five-petal flower bloomed from the top of the bud.

Xiao Ming felt that something suddenly appeared on his head, and shook his head, and the little pink flower also trembled and shook a little.

In the breeze, it looks like it is growing very well.