Sikong Huang concentrating and did not care about the coffin that was smashing straight down.

Sikong Xiao did not make any sound from beginning to end, and even if Sikong Huang did not take action, she did not intend to ask her for help.

What should be broken should have been broken long ago. Sikong Xiao calmly closed his eyes and smashed them from this height. It would probably turn into meat paste, right?

Thinking of this, Sikong Xiao felt disgusting, but no matter how disgusting it was, it was better than being trained into a corpse puppet by Ossi, so Sikong Xiao was still balanced. He was killed on both sides, so what method was used was the same?

Falling faster and faster, Sikong Xiao seemed to have seen the evil spirit pick him up to the ghost world...

But just as the door was about to be pushed open, Sikong Xiao suddenly stopped falling, and his forehead hit the coffin with a fierce bruise, and his head was bleeding, which was terrible.

"Master, there seems to be something in this coffin!"

Hearing this voice, Sikong Xiao twitched and thought to himself: Why didn’t he knock me to death just now?

"Open the coffin."

"Yes, Master!"

Li Feng pried open a corner of the coffin carefully but curiously. The spiritualist had a very good vision. When he glanced in, he saw someone with a look of indulgence. His hands were relaxed.

"Cang..." The coffin lid slapped back.

Seeing this, Sikong Huang frowned, "What's inside?"

Li Feng pulled the corner of his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Their location was a remote place in Yong'an Palace. There were no people around at this moment. Sikong Huang glanced at Li Feng and waved his sleeves to sweep the lid of the coffin, stepped forward, and looked into the coffin.

Sikong Xiao lay straight in the coffin, and his eyes that had originally looked at the sky turned to Sikong Huang.

He glanced at the woman in the coffin and Sikong Huang asked with a cold expression: "Why are you a human race, why are you with the demon race? How come that demon race comes from? Do you know?"

Sikong Xiao grabbed the coffin and sat up, silent for a moment and asked back, "Do you have anything to eat?"

“…”

Sikong Huang looked at Sikong and said nothing. Li Feng's eyes turned around behind him. Seeing this, he stepped forward and scolded: "Master, ask, don't talk about these messy things!"

Sikong Xiao blinked his eyes slowly, and the blood on his forehead slid down from the end of his eyes, blurring his vision, "I may be really hungry... I'm a little dizzy..."

After saying that, Sikong Xiao's hand on the edge of the coffin gradually slid down, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could not lift it up. He only felt that the world was rotating, and then he poured into the darkness with a "thump".

*

When she woke up again, Sikong Xiao thought she was dreaming in a trance. The aroma of food filled the air. She also changed into a soft and comfortable nightgown. The wound on her forehead had been bandaged.

Looking up, I saw a golden roof with flying dragons hovering, and a familiar cold fragrance lingered beside me.

"You're awake."

A cold voice came from the side, and Sikong laughed trembled his fingertips, and immediately turned his head and looked at the man not far away.

Sikong Huang's expression was still faint, "I have explored your pulse and you have suffered serious losses and have not had much time."

When Sikong Huang heard that he had not had enough time in a cold voice, Sikong Xiao didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment, but it showed it on his face, showing a dull and stupid look.

"What's your relationship with that demon cultivator?"

Sister Huang asked Os, how should she answer? Sikong laughed in a daze.

"I think you once had a good cultivation level, why did you reach this point now?"

Sikong Xiao was in a daze for a moment, and he subconsciously went to kàn       Where were other people in the fáng room? But when did all the palace maids who served cloth vegetables had retreated.

"Why don't you speak?"

After asking three questions in a row, Sikong Huang, who had been indifferent, frowned slightly. Just as she was about to leave, the man on the bed finally spoke, with a hoarse voice, "Is there water?"

Sikong Huang froze for a moment, then sighed indecisively, took a glass of water from the table and walked beside Sikong Xiao.

"Thank you..." Sikong Xiao swayed and took the water cup. He was choked after taking a few sips. He coughed continuously, and finally coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

Sikong Huang looked at the blood in the water cup and smiled calmly to Sikong, "You have not had much time, but what are your unfulfilled wishes?"

Sikong Xiao looked up in surprise, and Sikong Huang continued, "Tell me who the demon cultivator is, and I will help you fulfill your last wish."

Hearing this, Sikong Xiao couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had known that Sikong Huang was not the kind-hearted person, so he shook his head and said, "I only know that she is the subordinate of the Demon Lord who has ascended, with her name as Aosi, and she is good at using puppet techniques. She also has a deep attainment in soul power."

Sikong Huang stroked his hand behind him, "I understand, what wish do you want me to help you complete?"

"able……"

Sikong Xiao was speechless for a moment. Looking at Sikong Huang, he swallowed back what he originally wanted to say, and then said, "The demon cultivator wants to train me into a corpse puppet. Can I cremate my body after I die?"

Sikong Huang nodded, "Okay, I promise you."

Sikong laughed and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Then...thank you..."

Sikong Huang turned around and left expressionlessly. Sikong smiled and looked at her back, lying on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

Shortly after Sikong Huang left, with a "creak", Sikong Xiao felt the door being opened again.

Looking around, Li Feng tiptoed to push the door and saw that he was still awake, so he asked anxiously: "Xiaoxiao    jie, what's wrong with you?"

"The passing years are not good..." Sikong Xiao half-supported, "What did you and Huang... say?"

"I heard you say nothing. It's just that the master is really smart. When she saw Changle Palace, she knew it was not her residence, so I had to tell her..."

Li Feng paused and looked at Sikong with some embarrassment, "It was said that she had a twin sister when she was born, but that Xiao    jie was born and died soon after. This Changle Palace was established to commemorate that Xiao     jie."

“Very well said…”

Seeing Sikong laughing, Li Feng suddenly felt relieved, and at the same time, he felt more respect for Sikong laughing in his heart.

Sikong covered his lips and coughed, and said weakly: "I have asked Sister Huang to cremate my body after my death. Now I don't have much time left. You don't have to be as careful as before..."

"No!"

Li Feng looked a little anxious, and then he was stunned, "What did you say? Cremation... Why?"

Sikong smiled and waved his hand, "I won't mention this anymore. Is there any abnormality in Sister Huang's body when she wakes up?"

"My master's cultivation is more diligent than before... But for some reason, I always feel that this time my master wakes up differently than before..."

Sikong frowned, "What else is different except memory?"

Li Feng shook his head confused and worriedly, "I can't tell you what's different, but the master talks less than before, and there is no expression on his face anymore. He seems to be indifferent to anything and cannot arouse her interest..."

Sikong smiled and had no choice but to do anything.

Li Feng said goodbye, and Sikong Xiao fell asleep again. When he woke up in a daze at night, he felt someone in front of him in a trance...

"Who is it?"

"Do you know Gu Huang?"
Chapter completed!