The return of the genius demon concubine

Chapter 48
I saw several luminous pearls the size of a baby's fist inlaid on the wall of the quiet main tomb, illuminating the tomb very brightly. In the center of the main tomb was a bluestone coffin.

The coffin is carved with lifelike reliefs, which looks very domineering.

Luo Qingyao walked quickly to the front of the bluestone coffin, and looked at the coffin in front of her, as if she had already seen Luo Zhengxu lying in it who had fallen into a long sleep.

"Grandpa, Yaoyao came to see you." A soft voice echoed in the tomb.

Luo Qingyao gently knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the bluestone coffin.

Lying in the bluestone coffin was her grandfather.

It's only natural for her to bow down.

"Yaoyao didn't intend to disturb your peace, but just to find out the truth, Grandpa, you must understand." Luo Qingyao said, standing up.

She walked into the bluestone coffin again, took a deep breath, and pushed the heavy coffin lid away with her hands.

The coffin lid, which required the joint efforts of two mature men, was pushed away by Luo Qingyao with ease.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qingyao's eyes fell on the inside of the bluestone coffin.

When she saw clearly the old man lying in the bluestone coffin, a look of surprise flashed across her phoenix eyes!
It was indeed Luo Zhengxu who was lying in the bluestone coffin.

He seemed to be asleep, lying in the coffin, his appearance did not change much from what Luo Qingyao saw last time.

It's just that people who have passed away for so long will inevitably have some strange smells.

But at this moment, Luo Qingyao didn't care about that much, her gaze was fixed on Luo Zhengxu's face, and there was a deep storm in her eyes.

Luo Zhengxu's facial expression looked very peaceful, as if he didn't suffer too much crime before his death.

But his lips were black and purple, and his face also had a dead gray color. He didn't look like a person who died of illness, but rather died of poisoning.

Taking out a pair of homemade silk gloves from the Qiankun bag that she carried with her, Luo Qingyao put on the gloves, then pinched Luo Zhengxu's face with one hand and his jaw with the other, forcing him to open his mouth.

She wanted to observe Luo Zhengxu's mouth.

Seeing this, Luo Qingyao's heart sank again.

strangeness.

Where are Luo Zhengxu's teeth?

He has no teeth!

This is not right.

Luo Qingyao frowned slightly, and there was a faint glint in her phoenix eyes.

The Luo Zhengxu in her memory had very good teeth.

Even if he really got sick and died suddenly, there shouldn't be all the teeth left, right?

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qingyao observed Luo Zhengxu's tongue coating again.

Tongue coating is also dead black.

The doubts in my heart have been half-affirmed.

There is a great possibility that Luo Zhengxu did not die suddenly, but was poisoned!

Thinking of this, Luo Qingyao quickly pulled out an inch-long silver needle from her body.

Then, she neatly pierced the silver needle into Luo Zhengxu's throat.

After submerging the silver needle for a few seconds, she took it out.

I saw that the part of the silver needle that touched Luo Zhengxu had turned black.

This is not finished.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Qingyao took out another silver needle, and then plunged it into Luo Zhengxu's stomach.

After she took out the silver needle again, the silver needle had turned black.

Luo Qingyao looked at the black silver needle in her hand, and then at Luo Zhengxu who was lying in the coffin.

(End of this chapter)