The full-level boss crosses the apocalypse and raises cute treasures

Chapter 89
"As the keeper of the coffin, if the hanging coffin is loose, it is necessary to go up to repair it, but a while ago, the rope suddenly broke." Speaking of this, the village chief looked at Han Yixiao and his party with a embarrassed face.

Han Yixiao thought that the giant sculpture attached great importance to the hanging coffin, there must be something strange in it, he turned his head and looked at Qiao Zixi who was sitting on the old man's chair behind him, who seemed to have fallen asleep after shaking.

The moment he looked over, Qiao Zixi opened her eyes, her eyes were as indifferent as water, she nodded lightly, then closed her eyes again, caressed her lower abdomen, and started to raise the baby.

"Village chief, we can help." Han Yixiao said to the village chief after getting approval.

"It's really great that you can help." The village chief said enthusiastically, relieved, "I'm having lunch at my house at noon today. You sit down for a while, and I'll ask your aunt to come back and kill two chickens."

After speaking, he ran away like a gust of wind.

For a while, the news that Han Yixiao and the others wanted to help repair the hanging coffin spread throughout the small village.

After a while, villagers came one after another, and everyone didn't come in. They just put chickens, ducks, fish, vegetables, eggs, watermelons and other things in their hands at the door, and said a few words of thanks to Han Yixiao and the others .

These enthusiastic villagers made everyone think for a moment that they were in that peaceful, lively, calm, and leisurely world before the end of the world.

In just two months, the world was turned upside down, and I could never go back.

The low mood lasted only for a moment, and soon the fighting spirit was full again. Everyone only hoped that a pure land like this would never be polluted.

"Let's go." Qiao Zixi said suddenly, got up and walked out.

Han Yixiao immediately strode up to follow.

As soon as he went out, he met the village head and his wife who came back. Seeing their formation, the village head asked happily: "Shall we go to repair now? Do we need to prepare anything?"

"No, just wait." Qiao Zixi said lightly, and the person had already flown into the sky.

The people who went back and forth saw the giant sculpture hovering above the hanging coffin from a distance, saw a group of them coming, they neither pecked them nor slapped them.

Qiao Zixi landed on the hanging coffin, looked down, it was a hanging coffin for two people, the material of golden nanmu, the dark pattern, and the Wu clan characters engraved on the coffin cover all showed this coffin The identity of the master, General of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Lord Luo with a jade face.

Qiao Zixi stretched out her consciousness and looked at the coffin. After a while, she raised her head with a strange expression and glanced at Han Yixiao.

"What's wrong?" Han Yixiao felt very uneasy at this glance, and he asked worriedly.

Qiao Zixi shook her head, stepped down from the coffin, stood in the air, raised her eyes to the sky, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing her like this, Han Yixiao felt uneasy, he went up to the coffin, checked around,
In the end, it was found that the coffin was intact, except that the wooden stake on which the coffin was hung had cracks. If it was not repaired and replaced in time, the wooden stake would break and the coffin would fall down the cliff in a short time.

"Could this hanging coffin belong to the general the village chief said?" Lin Jun flew up and down around the coffin with a curious expression on his face, and then flew to look at other hanging coffins, and found that this hanging coffin was the most special.

"Are you still thinking about that story?" Yu Zhiming had a funny face, how could the legendary things be true.

"Do you think the people lying in this hanging coffin are generals and witches?" Tian Yuanyuan also looked curious, and the two of them flew up and down around the hanging coffin.

"Sacrificing the sky with the body, the soul will fly away, and there will be no afterlife!" When Tian Yuanyuan said the word "witch", Han Yixiao, who was standing on the hanging coffin, suddenly heard a distant and cold female voice, and a picture appeared in his mind. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful woman was wearing a black sacrificial robe of the witch tribe, looking at him indifferently with a determined face.

The woman looked like a celestial being, and the coldness in her eyes shocked him greatly.

(End of this chapter)