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Lin Lin snorted, holding a thick sycamore tree branch that had been broken off with great difficulty, and drew it under the ground, trying to make the soil that buried the roots of the towering tree loose.

And He Qing stood aside, and every once in a while, he stretched out his hand, and a surge of spiritual power pushed the loose dust aside. The two of them cooperated with each other, blessed with spiritual power, and made this dirt like a knife cutting tofu.

However, the difference is that this tofu is broken, and Lin Lin will inevitably have to work harder to toss it.

But no matter how difficult it is, since the address has been found, if you want to dig out a large space for one person, Lin Lin's efficiency is still good.

"It's buried quite deep. ”

He Qing muttered.

Isn't it deep, digging more than three meters down, and a well is about to be drilled, and then the buried coffin is successfully exposed.

"As I expected, this coffin was not buried here at random. I guess that man also put a lot of thought into it. ”

He Qing pointed to the surrounding dirt wall: "If you haven't bothered to take care of it, why have you dug so deep around here, and there is not a trace of damp soil?" I am afraid that it is also because of this reason that the roots of the plane tree are forced to go down, because only the bottom can have enough water. ”

And it was only at this time that Lin Lin finally got rid of the floating soil on the coffin, barely took care of it, and then wrapped his palm with spiritual power to hold out the coffin in its entirety.

He Qing stood in the courtyard, looking at the coffin made of fine wood, his expression was very complicated.

Lin Lin worked hard for a long time, and finally climbed up panting, and was immediately shocked by the appearance of the coffin in front of him.

The coffin is a good coffin, and the wood is also good, but at this moment, why is there mud everywhere? Could it be that this is the custom of burial?

Lin Lin, who had never seen cremation before, only felt that his posture had risen at the moment.

But soon, he realized that there must be another reason!

The coffin has been opened by He Qing, and unexpectedly, the woman in ancient costume lying inside is not different from Chen Yingniang's appearance!

"Yingniang?!"

Even if he had already guessed it, seeing it with his own eyes at this moment, He Qing was still shocked.

Merely...... Obviously, after so many years, she is not a new ghost, but the woman in the coffin has no signs of decay all over her body, even if every strand of hair is like an ordinary person, flexible and shiny.

Lin Lin was stunned: "Such a painstaking preservation of the body has to be buried under the plane tree, is this a grudge against her, or is it a favor with her?"

He was struck and wilted: "It seems that I have a lot to learn." ”

However, when he looked again, his eyes saw the uneven layers around the coffin. Lin Lin stretched out his fingers and buckled it, but found that what was pasted on the outside was a thin layer of yellow mud.

"It's weird. ”

He muttered: Why do you have to paste the coffin with such good materials with yellow mud? Could it be to keep it fresh? Or is there really something else I don't know, the rules of burial?

He looked at He Qing's face and decided to broadcast it in December...... In short, there are a lot of people watching.

Lin Lin's question, He Qing heard it in his ears, but he didn't speak, he only raised his index finger with a solemn face, and gently tapped on the uneven layer of yellow mud on the coffin wall, only to hear a "click", and the mud that had long dried up fell off the ground, revealing a piece of rune paper that was shining inside.

This yellow laminated paper is flexible and brightly colored, and I don't know how much better it is than the new paper that has only come out today.

Even if it has been pasted with yellow mud for so many years, there is no trace of fading, and the cinnabar imprint on it is extremely bright, and every strand of it is full of brilliant color.

Seeing this, Lin Lin's eyes couldn't help but become solemn.

He flexed his fingers and kept tapping lightly on the coffin wall, and with the sound of a bang, the yellow mud on the coffin wall fell off layer by layer, revealing the bright yellow and incomparably bright replica inside.

Seeing that the cloak of dirt was about to hit the corpse in the coffin, He Qing stopped: "Okay, don't move, don't disturb the rest of the dead." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she remembered that Chen Yingniang's soul might still be in this main hall at the moment, and this sentence should not be worrying.

This coffin is small and not very comfortable, Chen Yingniang is lying quietly in it like this, and there are no accessories with her.

There are no specifications for burial of the ancients.

Her skin is fair, her face is beautiful, and the slight flush on her cheeks is still on her head, as if she is just sleeping in the past, completely different from the woman who has been thinking about it for more than a hundred years.

He Qing looked at her, remembering the picture in Yingniang's mind, and then on her neck, there was a vermilion tear stain. But as if she had just touched it inadvertently, she turned off the light, and her quiet and sleeping appearance did not look like the painful appearance of suffocating to death.

And the pink clothes he was wearing at the moment were exceptionally bright, even if the yellow clay clods were scattered scattered, it still did not reduce his perseverance.

He Qing's gaze was complicated, gluing one of the dense rune papers on the wall of the coffin.

Sure enough, the ghost-like cinnabar marks on the top all told them that in the coffin on the front, what was pasted was a death spell.

- Reverse yearning curse!

Every stroke, every order, the mural of the Death Mantra is reversed. This means that the person with the word "blessing" wants him to never be reborn.

Such a dense well-being, such a powerful wish, locked her body, locked her soul, locked her path to death!

-- What a hatred this is!

She stretched out her hand and couldn't help but caress Yingniang's still flushed face, how intense should the pain of her beautiful face be when she dies.

However, as soon as she touched her fingers, she felt that the skin under her fingers had collapsed for a while, and she did not recover for half a day. The originally pink cheeks turned into a pit at this moment, and there was time in the jade.

He Qing withdrew his hand, this time, he finally affirmed that Yingniang is not only a soul, she cannot die, but even her body has been turned into spiritual water, I am afraid that at this moment, she has already been sucked dry and sucked clean by this plane tree.

This is a method that is a hundred times more ruthless than frustrating the bones and scattering ashes, He Qing withdrew his hand and stood there, and then carefully recalled the words in Ying Niang's mind, and always felt ...... Not what she thought.

“…… The eldest son, the lord once had the grace of saving Yingniang's life, and now, now, please ask the prince to give Yingniang a death!"

That sentence was like a spell, repeated in her mind, He Qing glanced at her pink cheeks again, and finally confirmed-

This kind of scene is actually requested by Yingniang herself.

Song of Thorns says

Three watches, I didn't code words on the lazy chair today, and I didn't get sleepy until eleven o'clock, which is just great! It must be that this lazy chair is wrong, so that I can't wake up when I was sleepy at eight or nine o'clock every day some time ago!