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Leng Qi wanted to delay for half an hour, so as to give Ma Zi and them some time to escape. But less than five minutes later, the drought seemed to have run out of patience.

"Wait!"

Drought was enraged by this sentence, and flashed over, and lifted Leng Qi with his corpse-like arms. Full of hustle.

"Open the coffin!"

Leng Qi suddenly felt that he should really be grateful to that Blood Lingzhi. Otherwise, these ants don't have the slightest dependence on negotiating conditions with this drought. But the ants were still ants, and he had no doubt that if he didn't open the coffin today, the marquin would go out again to find them.

It's almost effortless for a mardle.

Leng Qi's neck was pinched and he couldn't breathe, and his face was suffocated like a balloon that had been blown into the air and could explode at any time.

"You...... Pinch...... Die me, count on one...... The dead man will give you ...... Coffin?

Leng Qi struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

Only then did the dwarf drop his hand and stare at him.

Leng Qi pressed his knees and patted his chest and coughed violently, took a few breaths, and the grozzy feeling caused by the lack of oxygen in his brain slowly dissipated.

Without speaking again, Leng Qi staggered over to the bronze coffin.

The bronze coffin looks no different from an ordinary coffin, not even a pattern, if it weren't for this shape, it would look like a copper pimple.

"Master, Master, the Seventh Baby is going to do a great evil for you......" Leng Qi rubbed his face, he really didn't dare to think that if there was a corpse in this world that had only been heard in myths for thousands of years because of his own reasons, how much cause and effect it would be.

I'm afraid that when I get to Lord Yama, will I be sentenced to a big crime by Zhulian Shimen. It's just that I pity the old man, who has been jumping around all my life, and finally took in an apprentice and put himself in.

Because of his nervousness, Leng Qi's mind began to think uncontrollably.

Shaking his head, "Forget it, Xiao Dao Ye doesn't care, it's its business how the monster harms the world, and the hungry and alive have not seen the world give food in the past few months......"

The copper coffin is cold in hand. Leng Qi used all his strength and suddenly found ...... Can't push!

Yes, it can't be pushed!

The moment Leng Qi's hand touched the bronze coffin, the eyes of the drought fish never left. If you let it know that Leng Qi can't push this copper coffin, it will be light to tear him.

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Leng Qi had never felt aggrieved, and he used the magic technique to push the coffin, which was known to the ancestor master, and he didn't know if it would send a thunderbolt to kill him.

The lid of the coffin moved, and the sound was squeaky.

When the coffin lid was pushed to a half-meter-wide opening, Leng Qi avoided it from a distance, and the dead people in the coffin would be unlucky if they stayed for a long time.

"Hiss~ take it out! Take out the blood reishi ~ hiss ~ " The drought fish went crazy, and his throat was like a piece of charcoal.

Leng Qi was silent, and walked to the coffin again quietly, he also wanted to see what the blood lingzhi that could make a drought fish think so hard to get it was.

The coffin is the "yin house" of the dead, commonly known as the old house, and the house should have "slope water", so one end is high and the other is low.

According to what Ma Zi said before, if the blood lingzhi is born, it is the position that will be pushed away here.

Leng Qi poked his head, the dead man in the coffin, he was not afraid. Besides, there is a marble standing next to him, is there anything more terrifying than a marba?

Leng Qi didn't notice or feel it, and when he turned around and walked towards the coffin, a layer of hoarfrost suddenly condensed on the walls around him that had just been burned by a fire.

The coffin contained only a pile of clothes of indistinguishable color black and red, and a pile of skeletons, long dry hairs under the skull, and twine generally laid on rotten and shapeless gold-wire bedding.

It's a female corpse.

The mouth of the skull has only a cloud of white powder pasted on it.

Leng Qi was puzzled, he didn't believe that the blood lingzhi was like this, and wanted to raise his head and ask the drought. But suddenly he found that he couldn't turn his neck.

What three-star arch moon corpse cultivation ground, what drought fish, what blood lingzhi, gradually blurred.

The skeleton in front of him suddenly grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye in front of his eyes. Blood, then flesh. Then the rotten bedding gradually took on a new look, and the clothes gradually recovered, until the dull hair turned into a smooth green hair, Leng Qi suddenly found that the person lying in front of him was so familiar.

"Nian Luo! How could it be Nianluo! Leng Qi shouted in his heart, but he still couldn't make a sound.

Lying in the coffin was a woman in a red costume dress, with a face that was the same as Nian Luo before.

The fear that made his scalp explode once again rushed into his heart and mind.

It was as if everything was gone, and even he seemed to have forgotten who he was and what he was called.

The female corpse suddenly smiled, and then slowly opened her eyelids that were rubbing powder, and her eyes were as dark as if they were endless, and they seemed to go straight to the hell from which they could never recover.

An ethereal sigh suddenly sounded in my ears, and it was so resentful......

"Who am I?"

"Who are you? Who are you? Leng Qi murmured in his heart, "You are Gu Nianluo!" ”

He wanted to yell, he subconsciously shouted the name, but the voice didn't seem to hear his answer, and it sounded to itself.

"What is love? Seeking the love you're missing? But I hate all living beings, what am I here for? Fight forever in hatred. Fighting in search of love? Lost in the search for love. perpetuate in pain and helplessness until eternal life...... Hehehe......"

Leng Qi felt that his body was spasming slightly.

The voice was still ringing. It's like talking to yourself.

"By the way, my existence is loneliness. But what is loneliness? The taste of loneliness is to listen to one's own heartbeat in the endless dark night, and to hit the void soul at once, and before the slightest sound can be made, it begins to fall......"

"Who the hell are you? Who the hell is it? What do you care about Lao Tzu when you are lonely? Who ......" Leng Qi yelled in his heart.

"Hehehe...... Do you understand? The feeling of loneliness is that when the heart is cut, I try my best to cover the wounds, but the blood still oozes from the body little by little, numbness a little bit, a little cold, and then despair...... Hehehe...... Desperate ......"

The voice seemed to have some kind of spell, and Leng Qi's body was chilling, as if blood was being withdrawn from his body drop by drop......

"Come on...... Come on......"

"What the hell are you......" The fear became heavier and heavier, and Leng Qi, who was heavy, would rather die just like that.

"I ...... Be...... Xiu-Luo! Hehehe......"

Consciousness suddenly begins to blur......

PS: Tsk, it's hard to write about something that is too abstract. It's really, really, really hard to write...... Uncle, am I guilty of myself......