Chapter 227 The Beauty in the Coffin [1]

"This, this... is this a dragon?" The dragon has been the emperor's unique symbol since long, and no one else in the world can use it. However, there is a dragon on this coffin, which makes people think deeply.

Xiao Ming shook his head, looked down carefully, and said: "This is a python, not a dragon. Dragons have five claws, while pythons only have four claws."

Only then did Lan Yunuan count its feet carefully, and it was indeed four claws, and said: "Then what are those inside?"

"It was written on the stone pillar just now that in the first year of Kang Yong, the great-grandfather named the son of the Ning family as a prince with a foreign surname. Needless to say, this coffin should be related to the Ning family." Xiao Ming analyzed.

Lan Yunuan spread her hands and said: "Then the Ning family was wiped out, why are you still using the coffin?"

"You still don't allow people to choose a place to prepare for the funeral!"

Lan Yunuan: "..." Well, if that's the case, it's an empty coffin, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Xiao Ming put his hand on the top of the coffin, spread his five fingers, then raised his hand, and struck down with a palm from the side, the sound of bang bang bang bang echoed in the dark cave, followed by a wave of uneasiness. smell.

"Well, what smells so bad." Lan Yunuan coughed a few times and waved her hand.

Xiao Ming also frowned, looking at the coffin with his eyes motionless, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long while, the cave was quiet again. Lan Yunuan straightened up and looked into the coffin, and was suddenly froze. What kind of scene is this? Didn't it mean that there was no corpse? What was lying there?
"Xiao Ming, are you sure that the corpse inside is more than 100 years old?" The lifelike face, the skin that can be broken by blows, is so seductive that it almost approaches the face of the most beautiful woman in the world, and the well-cultivated figure is perfect. It looks like a sleeping person at all.

Xiao Ming still frowned, but nodded, and said: "It's been more than 100 years. It is rumored that all the people in the Ning family are beauties, and the same is true for men, and Ning Zhi is even worse."

"You mean this is Ning Zhi, but wasn't he slaughtered, why did he appear here?" Lan Yunuan was confused.

Xiao Ming said: "He was slaughtered, but someone put his body back here later, and made great efforts to keep his body from decaying."

"Who is it?" It stands to reason that all members of the Ning family are dead, no one would do this, even if the lady who escaped did not have the ability.

"I don't know who it is." Xiao Ming took a few steps forward, inspected the corpse, and suddenly said to himself, "It's really beautiful."

Lan Yunuan: "..." She also followed his gaze on Ning Zhi's face, and suddenly, a picture appeared in her head.

The era of the picture is long, and when I think about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago. I only remember that year, on that snowy night, she squatted alone on the ground in the corner of the wall, and the heavy snow like goose feathers fell from the sky slowly, covering the surrounding scenes and everything. She was also included under the silver-white snow suit, and the cold night wind was blowing from all directions. She was shivering from the cold in only ragged clothes, and the surrounding was terribly quiet. I am left alone.

Suddenly, there was the creaking sound of the snow being crushed by heavy objects, and then a pair of discolored boots appeared in front of her eyes. She raised her head, and saw a man in white clothes with a smile, looking lovingly at him. looking at her.

(End of this chapter)

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