Yu Xing actually found that they were making trouble when Zhao Yijiu carried Zhao Ruru.

Although his back was facing the fire at that time, any small movement in the quiet forest would be magnified into his eardrums, not to mention that Zhao Ruru said with a full voice, "What are you doing?"

He didn't care.

The revenge of the Holy Girl in the God of the Inujiu is in line with the character design. It is also a good thing if Zhao Yijiu can temporarily restore some character designs to play the role.

He tied the tent, leaned into the floor, and wanted to drink some water, so he walked to the cart that was loading supplies.

Just the moment he picked up the kettle, Yu Xingyu discovered something was wrong.

He saw a loose hemp rope lying on the ground, next to it was a piece of cheap cloth piled up with wrinkles.

Because the sky is dark, the hemp rope and fabric are blocked by other things, and you may not notice it if you don’t look carefully.

This thing looks so familiar.

Yu Xing had already checked. Except for the coffin-like goods, this dart did not escort other goods at the same time, and this piece of cloth...

It is the piece used to cover the coffin.

Hemp rope is also the one used to fix the fabric.

Yu Xing's eyes flashed and he immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the goods.

When they were roasting the fire, they also said that they would lift the fabric to see what the goods really looked like. Now, the "goal" seems to be eager to realize their ideas.

Under the spilling of the moonlight like a jade plate, the unblocked goods were emitting a bright light.

It was indeed a coffin made of white jade.

The coffin is carved with complex patterns, and each line shows its luxury and mystery. If it is placed in a cemetery, or in a solemn and serious ancestral hall or altar, it will definitely bring peace to its owner's body.

But now it's on a board cart.

The thick coffin lid of the white jade was also opened.

The heavy coffin lid was pressed on one end against the wooden board and on the other end on the coffin, revealing the black space inside the coffin.

The voices of Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru suddenly faded away.

Yu Xingding was in place and once again felt the inaction-free shackles when he looked at the cat baby during the day. He could not even move his eyes away, and could only stare at the black space in the coffin. Everything around him faded away, and only the moon in the sky and the bright jade coffin shone together.

Some strange sense moved the heartbeat faster and faster. I don’t know how many seconds or minutes, but only the sound of blood surging in his eardrums was left in his eardrums like a drum beat.

Tick.

The red liquid dripped on the white jade, dyeing half a light red ghost face along the lines.

Only then did Yu Xing realize that before he knew it, he had walked to the white jade coffin, leaned forward half of his body, and peeked into the coffin like a demon.

His nose was warm and a stream of nosebleed came out, so the nosebleed was smashed to the tilted coffin lid as he lowered his head.

The pattern at that place happened to be a whole hideous ghost face - similar to the mask used to cover the face during sacrifices.

Yu Xing did not think about why he was bewitched to the coffin, nor did he cover his nose. He only instinctively realized that it was important to see the complete lines clearly.

Because the carvings are difficult to distinguish, he just started to touch them.

The extremely cold touch instantly made people feel goosebumps floating all over their spine, as if they were touching a piece of ice directly.

Yu Xing shivered, carefully identified the bulge under his fingertips, and copied the complete pattern on the coffin lid in his mind.

Under the ghost face... is a huge body.

The non-human ratio makes this body extremely obese or strong. There is no clothing on the body, only the muscles are bumpy and bumpy.

Ah, it turns out that there is a complete picture of ghosts on the coffin lid.

It has four arms, two on the left and right, all raised high, holding...some more delicate patterns that are difficult to identify.

Further down, there are no lower limbs, and instead they are round things, stacked like hills, and the wider the further down.

Buzz...

A tingling pain came from his mind. Yu Xing tightened his scalp and immediately touched him up while he was awake.

What is above the ghost face?

His fingers only touched the raised linear patterns, and a white mist appeared in his mind. The touch seemed to be affected. Yu Xing actually felt that the lines under his fingers became soft and sharp. They could be moved by his fingers. Every time he touched them, a shadow seemed to be shaking in the white mist.

"You should..."

"story……"

"incomplete……"

The whispers of the shadows penetrated into Yu Xing's ears, and he felt something piercing into his body.

The fine and dense stinging pain is the most tormenting. Halfway through, the things start to pull out again, like playing, pulling people from resistance to numbness, and then throwing away all their thoughts.

They are eroding the brain.

Yu Xing bit his tongue hard, and a severe pain that was much stronger than those numbing stings came in an instant. The fishy and sweet liquid penetrated his mouth, causing him to wake up suddenly.

The white mist was gone, the feeling of pulling was gone, and the murmuring disappeared, and only the shadows of the trees in the forest spread to the ground with the moonlight.

He was still in front of the coffin, but an arm stretched out from the darkness in the coffin, a white jade-like arm, and the fingers without any blood color grabbed his wrist bones and dragged him in.

The force was not strong at all, and it was more like taking the opportunity to act when he was trapped in auditory hallucinations. Yu Xing leaned forward even harder and his face was buried in the coffin.

It was precisely because of this posture that Yu Xing had avoided looking directly in the coffin when he was identifying the lines, and the moment he woke up, he met the thing in the coffin.

The white jade arms are connected to the white jade body, with a head on the body, and a pale face covered with it.

The white face and even the eyes were white. The eyes of the same color turned around in the eye sockets, and then directed to Yu Xing, showing a smile that could not be distinguished from the emotions.

"Come on..."

A childlike voice came from her white-faced lips, which were still moving.

"What color is my eyes?"

Without waiting for Yu Xing to answer, his eyes that kept staring at him were dyed with a dark blue that was exactly the same as him.

"What color is my mouth?"

As he spoke, his lips also became bright red.

"My heart doesn't beat, what kind of appearance is my heart-"

The rest of it was smashed back into the coffin by Yu Xing, who had broken free from the white jade arm.

Yu Xing immediately closed the lid before it finished speaking. What was strange was that the heavy-looking coffin lid was as light as a piece of paper, and it instantly fitted with the body of the coffin.

The sound of the thing inside was also inaudible.

Yu Xing exhaled, his human body was suppressed by this evil thing, and his heart was so stuffy that it hurt.

He planned to get away from the coffin as soon as possible. As soon as he stepped out a few steps, he saw the coffin suddenly stood up.

In some unrealistic angle, it becomes as thin as paper.

The thin coffin floated up and stuck behind Yu Xing with an irresistible attitude. At this moment, Yu Xing truly felt the weight of the white jade coffin. It was worthy of being a cart that needed to be pulled on the cart, and almost crushed him.

Then, his legs uncontrollably moved away, carrying a heavy thin coffin, and walked step by step into the depths of the woods.

Every time he took a step, his heel seemed to touch his other feet, as if there was a very long noodle man, partly being carried by him, and the other part was stepped on the ground, learning to walk.

Yu Xing couldn't even look back and bow his head.
Chapter completed!