In the main hall, Ying Niang could no longer maintain a standing posture at the moment, she leaned on the edge of the coffin, and in her translucent body, one after another silver streamers were pouring into her palm, the number gradually decreasing, until the last trace also poured into the middle-aged man's chest through the palm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Until the silver streamer was gone, she seemed to have all her strength removed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground softly.

Mingjue hurriedly walked around the coffin and held her up.

"Yingniang. ”

At this moment, Ying Niang's originally ruddy face has completely turned blue-gray, and even her lips are dry and dull, like withered flowers. The figure is ethereal, if it weren't for the enlightenment and void, I'm afraid it would have scattered everywhere in a while.

The translucent silhouette blends almost directly into the air, and it is difficult to find.

"It's gone!"

She sighed, a bitter smile on her lips, relieved.

Mingjue's eyes were red, looking at her, feeling the weight and touch of the body in his arms, his lips trembled, but he was about to speak several times, but in the end he still didn't say anything.

Ying Niang turned her head sideways with difficulty in Mingjue's arms, looking at the figure of the middle-aged man lying quietly in the coffin, and a faint hope welled up in her eyes.

"With these pure spiritual powers that I provide, my lord, he can support them for another three months no matter what......"

"Yes, yes......"

Mingjue choked up.

"That's good. ”

Ying Niang sighed: "It's a pity, I can't see the beautiful scenery of the birth of the emperor's pulp." I don't know if when the adults wake up, will they remember that he once saved a lowly woman......"

"Remember!"

Mingjue closed his eyes and muttered, "My father-in-law has such a good memory, and he never forgets a little thing. Ying Niang has been with us for so many years, no matter what, he will remember......"

His voice trembled slightly, and he replied with great certainty.

Yingniang smiled: "Actually, I still don't remember well...... When you saved us, you never thought of asking us to repay us. ”

"However, how can I have such a good character as an adult? I am just an ordinary person, and deep down now, I still hope that adults can remember my ......"

She was slightly embarrassed.

"Mingjue, take me to see the sky outside. The world is changing with each passing day, and it is a completely different scene than it was back then. So many people have enough to eat, and women can go to school...... It's a place of immortal abode that I never dreamed of. ”

"If there is an afterlife, I wish I could live in this era......"

She has no strength, and the words she says are like a gossamer, and her voice is like a mosquito and a fly, if Mingjue doesn't amplify her five senses, no matter what, she can't hear clearly.

Yingniang was half asleep, and her cheeks suddenly burned.

She came back to her senses, only to find that Mingjue's eyes were red, and she finally couldn't help but let that teardrop fall.

She knew that she was speechless, and hurriedly stroked her hand on Mingjue's cheek with all her might, but now that her soul power has faded, her body is ethereal, and it is difficult to maintain the shape of her hand, and Mingjue only feels that her cheek has been caressed, and no matter how much it is, there is indeed nothing.

"Mingjue, don't care about this, even if there is an afterlife, I am not me anymore. Now, the complete dissipation is no different from ordinary birth, old age, sickness and death. If it weren't for the presence of adults, my children and I would have died many years ago. ”

"Yingniang, don't talk about it...... I'm sorry for you......"

The tears were only in the moment just now, and after so many years, his heart had been tempered enough. At this moment, his face returned to his usual cold as snow.

"When I was a child, I used to hope that you would be my mother......"

Mingjue muttered.

"Ying Niang," he looked at the soul body in his arms that could barely see his facial features, and said with a solemn expression: "If I survive the battle for the emperor's slurry, I will definitely find your descendant and wish him stability for the rest of his life." ”

"I'm going to survive. He promised.

"No, I don't have to. ”

Ying Niang smiled lightly: "For so many years, the children don't know how many generations they have, Mingjue, you have been watched by me since you were a child, and if you say something arrogant, in my heart, you are like my flesh and blood." I can't care about how the descendants are doing. ”

"Come, good boy, the eldest son of our Wang family, take me out today and take a look at this scenery. ”

Mingjue silently bent down and hugged her in his arms, step by step, slowly walked out of the main hall.

Behind him, the person in the coffin was still lying there quietly, without sorrow or joy, carefree and angry, just like the time of nearly a hundred years without waves.

In the courtyard, He Qing and Lin Lin were facing Chen Yingniang in the coffin, helpless.

"That'...... What are we going to do now? Sister Aqing. ”

Lin Lin asked with a depressed face, should this whole coffin of rune paper be removed, or should it be removed, or should it be removed?

He Qing also frowned: "Let's wait first, there are so many runes of the reverse yearning spell, if it is Ying Niang's own request, her original intention should be to trap herself." ”

Just like she possessed Wei Ting, the rune paper she burned for herself in the grove at night was all to lock her soul in this land and not die.

But...... Forcibly leaving the soul of the dead in the world, and without the support of resentment strong enough, this action will only make the soul more and more painful, but she can still hold back, hibernating in the depths of Wei Ting's soul, quietly absorbing her power, just for the purest spiritual power...... What exactly is this going to do?

For the ancients, the importance of the corpse is self-evident. Even now, when the deceased is the greatest, the corpse must be properly disposed of.

But such a seemingly weak woman can ruthlessly turn all the flesh and blood in her skin into spiritual water to supply this seemingly useless plane tree......

What exactly is this kind of behavior?

He Qing looked at the discordant depression on her face, and couldn't help but regret that she didn't do it lightly or heavily just now, Yingniang had no flesh and blood support in her body, although her skin was intact and her appearance was still as delicate as a flower, but that collapse couldn't be recovered.

It is a bit disrespectful to do such a thing to the body of the deceased.

But after doing everything, He Qing only struggled a little, and soon came back to his senses.

- It can't be that someone deliberately refines her soul and body to make it a furnace, right? For example, let Ying Niang accumulate a large amount of spiritual power, and finally absorb her in one fell swoop?

He Qing thought of this possibility and was suddenly shocked.

The boy looked to be no more than one or twenty years old. can see him dressing and talking, combined with Yingniang's memory, it is clear that he is a character from a hundred years ago. But now you can still maintain such a youthful appearance, is it possible, is it really relying on one furnace after another?

She instantly became alert.