The tomb has been dug up, and the ten fingers of Nanjian have long been blurred with flesh and blood. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info At this moment, the pain in my heart is far more intense than the pain in my body. He couldn't feel any pain in his fleshy fingers. Nangong Lin was already crying hoarsely, she felt heartache and regret for the unfortunate death of such a woman who sacrificed herself to save others, but Nan Jian's eyes were always staring blankly at Miao Xiangxiang's body lying calmly in the tomb. That solemn and sad look makes the stone cry when he sees it!

Today is a special day - the funeral is held at the same time as the wedding.

He wanted to give her a beautiful wedding ceremony, but in this deserted mountain forest, it coincided with such an autumn season. He looked around, and there wasn't even a single flower that could be used to dress up the bride. So, he finally set his sights on the maple leaves of the tree.

He has heard it since he was a child that the maple leaf represents happiness, warmth, and romantic love, and this season, the color of the maple leaf begins to turn yellow and red. Some of the ripe and earlier maple leaves already have the bright red color of flowers. This satisfied him, so he walked under the big maple tree, and with both palms, he pushed it violently towards the tree.

There was a loud noise, and the maple leaves of the tree, red, green, yellow, and purple, fell down one after another. After that, he used his palms and arms to gather the maple leaves all over the ground with his profound skills, so that these colorful maple leaves gathered into a pile. Then, as if holding a large balloon, he lifted a tight ball of maple leaves to Miao Xiangxiang's tomb.

At this time, Nangong Lin's throat was already hoarse, but the crystal tears were still flowing uncontrollably. In this way, she and Nan Jian sprinkled the freshly picked maple leaves on Miao Xiangxiang's corpse one by one. After the maple leaves are sprinkled, Miao Xiangxiang's corpse seems to be covered with a layer of brocade curtains printed with various colors of maple leaves, so that the deceased can leave with more dignity!

After that, the two of them began to sprinkle the new mud on both sides of the tomb with both palms, one by one, on the deceased's body. A few hours passed, and the sun had already sunk behind the high mountain range to the west, causing a huge shadow, like a dark cloud in the sky, to cover the woods where Nanjian and the others were.

In this way, a new grave was completed in the hearts of the two of them with great grief. Nan Jian found a solid chestnut tree again, he cut it off with the evil sword, cut off the bark on all sides, took out the solid in the middle, and then sharpened it into a rectangular plank; finally, he used a sharp sword to engrave on it, "The Tomb of the Former Wife Miao Xiangxiang!" and engraved in small characters "Husband Nanjian, Sister Nangong Lin!"

As the night wore on, a westerly wind swept through the forest, rustling the leaves of the trees. In the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, Nanjian also heard a gloomy footsteps, wandering in the woods, seeming to get closer and closer, and it seemed to move farther and farther away. It has never been possible to determine whether the object with the sound of footsteps is a human or a ghost, or a vicious beast.

Nangong Lin didn't hear it at first, but when she noticed that Nan Jian's expression had a look of vigilance, she also concentrated on listening. Sure enough, she heard such gloomy footsteps that seemed to be far away. It was only at this moment that she revisited the woods where she had spent an afternoon.

At this time, the shadow of the sun had sunk into the western mountains, and the forest was dark blue. In the depths as far as the eye can see, there is more green smoke and fog, which adds a gloomy and solemn atmosphere to such a quiet mountain forest. Especially the silence at this moment, except for the low footsteps that I heard just now, everything else seemed too silent.

At such a moment, Nangong Lin was of course very scared, and Nan Jian had already sensed this from her panicked expression. So, he grabbed her strong hand on her weak jade hand to express his great encouragement and comfort to her.

The two of them held hands and stood in front of Miao Xiangxiang's grave, and there was no need to say anything more about their grief and indignation. "Xiangxiang," Nanjian said with a solemn expression, "You can rest here, let's go, we'll come to see you when we're free!"

"Sister Miao, you died to save me!" Nangong Lin wept sadly again, sobbing and said, "I will never forget your good sister, as soon as I have free time, I will come back to visit you, goodbye, good sister!"

With that, the two of them turned around and prepared to follow the path and walk out of the woods. Suddenly, they had seen a man standing in front of the path, about a few dozen paces away. From a distance, this person was dressed in gold armor and stepped on black shoes, as if he was a god in the mountain temple, blocking their way.

Nan Jian moved his gaze to Nangong Lin's frightened face, "Lin'er," he said, "If there is a fight later, don't be afraid, let alone panic, I will protect you." ”

Nangong Lin nodded solemnly, "I believe in you, Brother Nan!"

So, the two held hands and resolutely walked closer and closer to the person standing in front of them. When I got closer and looked closer, I saw that this person was wearing a golden robe, his face was strange and thin, and he didn't seem to have two taels of flesh and skin, and his eyes were deeply sunken, and the dark light in his sockets was blue, and he looked very penetrating. It's just, a terrible ghost.

Just when the distance between them was about twenty paces, the brocade-robed passer-by suddenly raised his arms hanging at his sides, and he raised his hands very quickly, almost a little like a puppet.

Seeing this, Nan Jian and Nangong Lin also stopped. The two of them were hesitating, wondering and strange to meet such a person, and at this moment, the brocade-robed passer-by suddenly flew into the air, like a dexterous flying swallow, flying straight towards Nanjian.

Looking at his impartial flyby route, it was clear that he was going to hit the bodies of the two with the top of his head. Nan Jian was taken aback, and pulled Nangong Lin into the woods next to him, and with a loud bang, the person who flew over actually hit the trunk of the tree on the side of the road, and immediately clicked, and a tree with the big mouth of the bowl was also broken by his hard head.

Nan Jian was taken aback, and thought to himself: "Could it be that this person is the old zombie who has been trained with magic for thirty years on the four masters of Oolong Mountain that Miao Xiangxiang said just now on the way here!"

Needless to say, Nangong Lin was scared, she saw this person in a brocade robe, who never said a word, it was simply a puppet. But someone is just as dexterous, but when he attacks, he is very ferocious and evil, and it is really a creepy thing to think about.

She followed Nanjian's side, and in that case, they were like playing a game of eagle and chicken with this vicious brocade man, and every time she was about to be caught by the other party, Nanjian's evil sword had already cut horizontally, blocking the opponent's outstretched claws.

After a few moves, Nan Jian was even more shocked in his heart, he never expected that the body of this zombie was as hard as iron, and let the sword in his hand slash on it, not only did it not leave a trace, but it almost did not hinder it. However, the attacks of the old zombies are becoming more and more violent.

The old zombie is full of weapons, and its arms are like two iron shovels, whether it is swinging, grabbing, or punching, it is extremely powerful. No matter if it hits a tree trunk or a stone, the small trunk will break and the small stone will shatter; even if it is a big trunk, its punch will knock down the fallen leaves of a tree; even if it is a big stone, it will leave its fist mark as big as a casserole.

Its head was as hard as iron, and it struck at the sight of anything, and its legs were sharp, like a pair of big scissors, and everywhere it went, the branches cracked and the stones cracked. Just as Nan Jian was holding Nangong Lin's jade hand, he once again dodged the head collision of the old zombie, but, in a panic, neither of them noticed, and there was a thick trunk behind him. As a last resort, the two of them had to be separated temporarily.

Seeing this, the old zombie pounced towards Nangong Lin and rushed over.