"Fire" said in a loud voice: "It's boring, it's scared away!" Turning his head behind him, he said, "'Water', you can come out too." ”

The stealth formation was withdrawn, and a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar and wore a sky-blue robe appeared beside Feng'er.

Feng'er just lay down on Wei Jing's body and wept sadly, her voice hoarse from excessive sadness, her face full of tears mixed with dirt, staining her fair face into a big flower face, and her eyes were red and swollen like two walnuts from crying.

Seeing this, the two of "water" and "fire" comforted each other at the same time.

"Shui" looks gentle and elegant, and looks more like a kind elder, while reaching out to pull the wind, he persuaded: "Little sister, listen to your uncle, don't cry." ”

"Fire" is a thick line, and a loud and high-pitched voice said: "Little sister, come, let the uncle see how this little brother is doing." As he spoke, he squatted down to take a closer look at Wei Jing's condition.

"Shui" gently pulled up the wind, wiped the tears on her face for her, and asked softly, "Little sister, who are you this little brother?"

"He's Feng'er's big brother......"

Seeing that "Fire" had already stood up, "Water" opened his mouth and asked, "How is it?"

"Dead!" Poisoned, breathing and pulse gone, pupils dilated, dead!" "Fire" sighed deeply.

Feng'er was even more sad when she heard the burly uncle say the same, and pounced on Wei Jing's body, her crying was so hoarse that she couldn't hear it, and she saw her thin body trembling and shaking.

The spiritual consciousness in Wei Jing's body shouted, "Hey, I'm not dead-" But how could this voice reach the ears of several people outside.

"Fire" The next words stunned Wei and scattered his soul, only to hear "Fire" say: "Since the man is dead, it is better for me to cremate him." ”

"Grass, you grandma!" Wei scolded in shock.

Once the body is burned, then you will really die unjustly. I didn't expect to burn a snake to eat just now, and retribution befell me in a blink of an eye, what an irony.

"Fire"'s thick arms waved again and again, and quickly arranged a fire array around Wei Jing's body.

As soon as Feng'er saw the action of "fire", she hurriedly opened her immature arms, tightly protected the "corpse" of Wei Jing Shangwen, and cried bitterly to stop her: "You are not allowed to burn my big brother!" The tears in the red and swollen eyes slipped silently. Although it was just a few days of getting along, Feng'er had already treated Wei Jingzhen as his own relatives, and it was not allowed for anyone to hurt Wei Jingjing, even if he was "dead".

"Water" sighed sympathetically, stopped the movement of "Fire", and comforted Feng'er in a soft voice: "Okay, don't burn, don't burn." Little sister, we're here to find 'Wind', do you know where he is?"

Feng'er looked at Wei Jing, who had "died", and thought of his deceased grandfather, his heart was even more sad, his thin body trembled in the wind, and he sobbed: "Grandpa died of illness last year, and now even the eldest brother is dead, and Feng'er is left alone, woo woo......"

The spiritual consciousness in Wei Jingjing's body was about to die, but the people outside didn't know.

"'Wind' is dead?" "Water" and "Fire" looked at each other, and their eyes dimmed.

Seeing that Feng'er was still crying bitterly, "Shui" continued to comfort: "Little sister, don't cry. After death, there will be a soul left, and on the first seven days, your eldest brother's soul will come back to see you, you listen to your uncle, don't cry. ”

The first seven, damn it! Wei was so angry that he scolded in his body. Why is this person so damaged, I'm not dead yet, where did the first seven come from!

Feng'er believed it.

"Really?" looked at the elegant middle-aged face of "Shui" with red eyes: "Big brother, will he really come back?"

"Of course it's true. "Shui" said categorically, and coaxed: "But, little sister, you have to keep your eldest brother's body from being eaten by wild beasts." ”

Well, protect my body, this is still like words! Wei was shocked and began to appreciate the "water" that this middle-aged scholar looked like.

Feng'er asked at a loss: "But, but the eldest brother's body is here, how can I bring it back?"

"Shui" continued to coax softly: "Little sister, there is no need to bring it back, let's dig a pit here and bury him, and build a grave for him, so that the jackals and wild beasts in the forest will not eat his body." ”

If he was really buried in the ground, he was afraid that his body would be bitten and eaten by insects and ants, and his spiritual sense would not have recovered.

Wei Jingjing felt depressed, and listened to Feng'er and said, "Two uncles, can you help me bury my eldest brother?"

Shocked and scattered, the spiritual consciousness shouted: "Don't-" But how can others hear the words of his spiritual sense, without the spiritual consciousness in his mind, even the transmission of sound cannot be done.

"Little sister, of course you can!" The gentle voice of "Shui" sounded like a devil in Wei Jing's spiritual sense.

Then Wei was shocked to find that the "fire" simply arranged a formation, and blew the ground out of a deep pit, and then his body was moved into the deep pit, and his "body" was slowly buried with a pinch of soil......

"You two bastards!" Wei was stunned that the spiritual consciousness in his body rushed left and right in the true qi channel, but he couldn't leave the turquoise true qi where his spiritual consciousness was located, and he couldn't help but shout wildly: "When the young master goes out, I will definitely let you also taste the taste of being buried alive......"

Perhaps for mortals buried deep underground, the world around them is always dark, but for Wei Jing's spiritual sense, everything around him is perceived so clearly. He knew that "water", "fire", and Feng'er had set up a tombstone for themselves, and he also saw Feng'er's sad tears falling in the cool night breeze, and his weak shoulders were shaking violently, and that kind of sadness and reluctance moved Wei Jingzhen again and again. He knew that the three of them had left the place in the end, and he also knew that Feng'er had taken Lulu away.

For pangolins, the damp underground may be the most comfortable nest, but Wei Jingjing is not a pangolin.

The night passes, the day comes, and then the day passes, and the night comes...... Wei Jingzhen has been buried alive for a whole day and a night.

The pulse disappeared and breathing stopped, but how could the three ordinary people judge that in fact, the two major techniques on Wei Jingzhen's body were still running endlessly. After a day and a night of circulation, the poisonous gas that Wei was inhaled into his body was gradually carried by the true qi in his body to the place where the "Heavenly Death Stone" was located on his chest, and then was completely swallowed by the "Heavenly Death Stone".

The poison is cleared and the vitality is restored. The spiritual consciousness in Wei's body felt like he was being sucked into the depths of his mind by an irresistible force, and then a familiar feeling of regaining control of his body returned.

A palm thunder exploded in his hand, and the dirt was all blasted away, and Wei's pale face opened sharply, and he straightened up and slowly sat up from the grave.

This scene in the dark night was so strange and terrifying! A man from the Demon Gate who had sneaked up here was so frightened that he fainted from the sting of Wei Jing, who sat up straight from the tomb.