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    After Zhao Xuan sent Gao Laifeng away, she leaned on the counter and furrowed her brows lightly, thinking quietly.  As if thinking of something, his starry eyes flickered, the corners of his lips raised, and he entered the yard with a little hasty steps.

    She pushed open the closed door and walked to the coffin that was glowing with gloomy and cold light.

    The steps stopped, the brows tightened, and then he hesitated and reached out and tapped lightly on the coffin.

    This was the first time she had knocked on Ying Zheng's coffin in the past month.

    "I'm going to Shanshi in two days. It is said that Shanshi is the hometown of your friend Ba Qing. Would you like to visit with me?" Zhao Xuan looked at the coffin and said casually.

    She knew that he was awake and could clearly know everything that happened outside.

    Zhao Xuan stared at him through the lid of the coffin countless times, hoping silently in her heart, hoping that he would get out of the maze as soon as possible.

    Over the past month, the pair of blood-red eyes have not been closed from the beginning to the end, they have not even blinked, they have been opened without any focus, without any waves, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

    He is a zombie, the easiest to breed resentment.

    If you continue to immerse yourself in the past and expand your emotions infinitely, sooner or later you will be controlled by your own resentment, become obsessed, and fall into the devil's way.

    Zhao Xuan seemed heartless and indifferent, but Ying Zheng was slightly different from her.  When she woke up from the imperial mausoleum, the two had been entangled with each other, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were dual cultivators.

    So, she didn't want Ying Zheng to be indulging in grief because of those bloodlines that had died for a thousand or two thousand years, and everything would come to nothing in the end.

    Zhao Xuan frowned slightly, and said to herself: I don't know if this method can pry him out of the coffin.

    Don't you miss your old friend?

    Ba Qing is a person who can rely on him even the Seal of Witch Clan's Destiny. Presumably he is also an extremely important old friend!

    Zhao Xuan stood quietly staring at the coffin, and did not continue to knock on the coffin to urge the people inside.

    After waiting for Xu Jian, seeing that the lid of the coffin was still motionless, disappointment flashed across her eyes.  Sighing lightly, Lianbu turned and left lightly.

    Although she has a lot of ways to forcibly get people out of the coffin, Ying Zheng is different from ordinary people. Even if she is an immortal, she has to compromise a little bit when facing the former stubborn Emperor.

    But right now, although she doesn't want him to continue to indulge, she can only do nothing about it.

    Zhao Xuan walked to the door, turned her head and took a deep look at the coffin, sighed, stretched out her hand, and gently closed the door.

    Just as the door was about to close, a small sound resounded softly.

    Hearing the voice, Zhao Xuan raised her eyebrows, and her bright starry eyes instantly brightened.

    She eagerly pushed open the door and looked inside.

    I saw that the lid of the coffin, which had been closed tightly for a month, was finally pushed open by the people inside.

    Seeing the person who was slowly sitting up from the coffin, Zhao Xuan twitched her eyelashes, lowered them slightly, and pretended to be casual, "I just took a job and went to Shanshi. Do you want to work with me?"

    Ying Zheng's cold and handsome face was as expressionless as a sculpture.  He raised his head slightly, and looked at Zhao Xuan indifferently. The blood-red pupils that had been slackened for nearly a month finally gained a little focus.

    "Okay." He spat out very lightly.

    The voice was very low, as if it came from the throat, muffled, making it difficult to hear clearly.

    "Alright then, we'll leave the day after tomorrow."

    Joy was fleeting on Zhao Xuan's fair cheeks. She didn't bother Ying Zheng anymore. After she finished speaking, she closed the door and walked briskly to the center of the courtyard. Then she took a deep breath, as if to  It's like spitting out the depression that has been suppressed for a month.

    This month, Zhao Xuan has also been extremely uncomfortable. The moment Ying Zheng closed the coffin lid, it seemed that she was also put in a stuffy little box.

    The winter sunshine dispels the cold and dampness in the air, and the haze covering the bottom of my heart gradually dissipates with the sunshine.

    ***

    The next day, as soon as Zhao Xuan opened the store, Gao Laifeng came to the store and asked when Zhao Xuan was free.  He just woke up this morning and received another call from his comrades in arms.

    The comrade-in-arms said that the dream became clearer.  The child smiling at him in the dream seemed to have changed, and his smile became more and more strange.  In the past two nights, the child opened and closed his mouth, as if talking to him, but every time he opened his mouth, he vomited blood.  The blood seemed to be vomited endlessly, kept spraying, kept spraying, and finally, the sprayed blood drowned him.

    After the comrade-in-arms woke up, his heart was burning with anxiety.  Sitting on the head of the bed, he opened his eyes and waited until dawn, then immediately called himself and told him to invite Zhao Xuan to go quickly.

    Looking at Gao Laifeng who came running again early in the morning, Zhao Xuan was a little surprised, this person must be too anxious!

      Seeing him was really urgent, so Zhao Xuan didn't hold back any more, and directly replied that she would leave tomorrow for Shanshi.

    Zhao Xuan is not familiar with Shanshi. She only knows that although Shanshi is in the same province as Shashi, they are far apart. It takes six or seven hours to get there from Longyin Town.

    Gao Lai was able to seal Zhao Xuan's reply, thanked her and went back to the police station.

    After returning, he immediately called his comrade back and told him to remember to pick up Zhao Xuan at the station tomorrow.  Due to work reasons, he couldn't accompany Zhao Xuan to Shanshi.

    I don't know how many days this trip will take, so Zhao Xuan took advantage of the relatively free time today to clean the coffin shop inside and out.  When it was dark, after Jin Duo came out of the coffin, he explained some things to him, asking him to take care of the house during their trip, and by the way, to calculate the accounts for this year, and then go back to the room to rest  up.

    At dawn, Zhao Xuan knocked on the coffin, called Ying Zheng, and set off for the mountain city.

    Shanshi is located on the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and is built near mountains and rivers. Due to geographical problems, there is currently no road leading to Shanshi. Zhao Xuan and Ying Zheng took two transfers before reaching Linxian County, Shanshi.

    Looking at the people coming and going, and the noisy and noisy pier, Zhao Xuan stroked her forehead, and a hint of impatience hung on her delicate face.

    Not only her, Ying Zheng, who has been silent for thousands of years and occasionally has a slight mood swing, is also slightly uncomfortable.

    Zhao Xuan really didn't expect that going to Shanshi would be so difficult!

    What the hell, what kind of city is this?  Not only by car, but also by boat.

    The two waited at the pier for nearly an hour before a passenger ship heading for Shanshi slowly approached the pier.

    The passenger ship will dock, and people waiting at the pier will board the ship one after another.  When the passengers finished boarding, the passenger ship let out a long cry, drove to the pier, and headed for the Yangtze River.

    The sun is shining, the mountains on both sides are rolling, the trees are lush, and the mist is wrapped around the top of the mountain, like an ink painting, which makes Lai reluctant to take his eyes off.

    Zhao Xuan leaned on the railing on the edge of the passenger ship, finally feeling in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way.  Although she has extensive knowledge, sorry, she has never been to this legendary place where the Wu Clan originated.

    After driving for more than half an hour, the passenger ship entered a steep canyon.  On both sides of the valley road, there are forests of rocks and steep cliffs.

    And on the steep cliffs, one after another coffins are parked on it, adding a strong mystery to this hearty and breathtaking scene.

    I don't know how these coffins are preserved. They look very old after being exposed to the wind and sun, but they are still strong and intact.

    The passenger ship had just arrived at this canyon, and for some reason, the warm sunshine lost its color in an instant.

    The wind howled and swept through the canyon, and the dampness and coldness suddenly permeated the space. People who were docked on the deck of the passenger ship to watch the scenery subconsciously shrank their necks and gathered their clothes.

    Zhao Xuan raised her head, her eyes were deep, and she was staring straight at the coffin hanging on the canyon.  A glint flashed across his eyes, flickering bright and dark, with a hint of coldness.

    Ying Zheng stood beside her quietly, observing the old coffins hanging on the cliffs on both sides of the river with her.

    When the passenger ship arrived at a relatively narrow intersection of the Yangtze River waterway, the turbulent waves suddenly stirred up with the river wind, and slapped on the deck of the passenger ship.

    The hull swayed from side to side with the stirred up water waves.

    Passengers watching the scenery on both sides of the strait on the splint were shaken by the waves and swayed to and fro, holding on to the railings around them tightly.

    At this time, the captain's reminder sounded from the loudspeaker on the top of the passenger ship, telling everyone to go back to the cabin to avoid the wind and waves.

    With a sullen face, Zhao Xuan exchanged glances with Ying Zheng, and the two of them turned their gazes to a coffin at the top of the cliff on the left.

    The coffin was a little far from the river, and ordinary people couldn't see it clearly without binoculars.

    But it does not hinder the non-human Zhao Xuan and Ying Zheng.

    The two of them could see clearly that the coffin was very old, and it looked old at first glance, but the coffin body was tightly bound by two embroidered iron chains hanging from the top of the cliff.

    Seen from a distance, the chains are like thick and long vines clinging to the cliff.

    Ying Zheng is different from Zhao Xuan, he can only distinguish the difference between the coffins by the severity of Yin Qi, but Zhao Xuan's eyes can see through the coffin itself and clearly see what's inside.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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