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Chapter 1838 Here is

Ling'er was a little surprised, but not too surprised, it seemed that it grew on it.

Ling'er pulled out her hand again.

The blood splashed out at once, but it didn't reach Ling'er.

She let go of her hand, and the old woman fell to the ground. Ling'er kicked her and said, "That's all." She seemed to have lost interest.

The old woman fell to the ground and twitched her body, her eyes were still open, except for the face dug out by Linger, the eyes of the rest of her face turned around, looking at her with a smile, as if this People get retribution, and it seems to have other meanings, but it all looks extraordinarily weird.

Ling'er didn't want to delve into it.

The old woman fell to the ground and never got up again.

Seeing that nothing happened to her, Shi Xin slapped the coffin with her hand, and the coffin instantly shattered, revealing the two people inside.

A child was lying on the woman's body. The woman was lying flat, her limbs were nailed tightly to the coffin. The child seemed to be asleep and motionless. The woman closed her eyes and fell into a coma.

With a wave of Shuxin's hand, the wooden sticks nailed to the woman's limbs were pulled out. The woman groaned, awakened by the pain, she slowly opened her eyes, and subconsciously tapped to the side. After a while, she opened her eyes, only to realize that what she saw was no longer a dim wooden board.

Shixin turned to look at the captured man.

At this time, no one dared to grab the man, and many villagers even took two steps back in fright because Shixin looked back, and accidentally fell to the ground.

The man staggered forward, "Lady..."

The woman lying in the coffin heard the man's voice, raised her chin, and burst into tears, "Sir..."

The man ran over.

The two hugged each other and cried.

The cries sounded in this mass grave, suddenly resembling those wandering ghosts in the mass grave.

Ling'er shifted her gaze to the other villagers.

Seeing Ling'er looking over, the villagers suddenly came to their senses and knelt down on the ground in front of Ling'er.

No one dared to raise their heads, and stammered just for a chance, "I beg the Great Immortal to save my life, we, we..."

The man from the Wang family was also kneeling inside, only the woman named An'er was still standing there, holding her child, watching everything in front of her with cold eyes.

"Death is not a pity." Shu Xin walked over from a distance and said.

His immature voice sounded to the villagers' ears like a ghost doll who came to take his life at night, and it made everyone's heart tremble.

"Please, I beg the Great Immortal to bypass us, we are also forced... by Grandma, no, no, by this old lady."

At this time, no one wants to die, so they can only shift the responsibility to a person who can't speak.

Ling'er turned her head to look at the mass grave. This place is not too close to the corpses, and the scene of corpses forming a mountain cannot be seen yet.

"How many people died?" Ling'er said softly, her voice was very soft, she didn't seem to be asking someone, but it seemed to be talking to herself, thinking about things by herself.

The kneeling villagers just wanted to survive, and when they heard Linger's question, they said truthfully: "I don't know, I don't know... I heard from the ancestors that many people died here... why those people died, and no one knows why." I know, I just heard that there was a younger sister who suddenly got an infectious disease, and the family members thought it was impossible to save her, so they asked her to throw her into this mass grave."

(End of this chapter)