The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 460 Why don't we spend the night in Yizhuang?
Nan Linghan was sitting not far from Feng Qingcheng. When she heard their conversation, she froze and walked towards them immediately.

"Since this Yizhuang is so weird, let's not stop and continue on our way."

In Murphy's town before, all he met were puppets, at least not real people, and he wasn't so afraid in his heart.

But now there are not only [-] unexplained corpses, but all of them are baby girls. Originally, women are more yin, and most of them are under the age of one, so the resentment must be even deeper.

Therefore, in order to prevent extra problems, it is better to leave here as soon as possible before the sun goes down.

However, just as she finished speaking, there was a muffled 'bang', and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky.

In an instant, dark clouds were covered, and the big raindrops fell down with a crackling, which soon turned into a torrential rain.

"Get on the carriage!"

After they got in the car, instead of getting smaller, the rainstorm became bigger and bigger.

Feng Qingcheng lifted the curtain and looked at the dark sky outside, then raised her voice and shouted to the carriage next to her, "Ahan, should we continue to move forward now?"

Nan Linghan shook his head, "No, the heavy rain is too heavy, and the road has become muddy. It is easy to cause accidents if you rush on the road like this."

Feng Qingcheng's face darkened a bit, "Could it be that we are trapped here?"

"The carriage cannot withstand the ravages of the heavy rain." Nan Linghan narrowed his long and narrow eyes slowly, looking through the rain curtain to several courtyards not far away, "There is no other way now, but go to Yizhuang to hide from the rain!"

Feng Qingcheng also knew that there was no way to go forward in such bad weather, so she could only nod her head and said, "That's the only way to go."

The coachman raised his whip and drove the horses into Yizhuang. Although it was gloomy here, it was better than being drenched outside.

As soon as the carriage stopped, everyone got out of the carriage and hid in the yizhuang.

There are more than a dozen coffins parked in the village, which are dark and creepy no matter how you look at them.

Ever since Mo Fei stepped into Yizhuang, he has been holding Feng Qingcheng's arm tightly, and would not let go no matter what.

She lived alone in the town and made countless dolls, but no matter how real the dolls looked like real people, they were fake after all, they couldn't speak or think, let alone kill.

As long as she presses the mechanism, they will only obey her orders.

And the baby girl in the coffin in front of her died more and more horribly, her face was dark and purple, as if she might turn into a ghost at any time.

"Sister, I'm afraid..." Mo Fei shook his shoulders, wishing he could shrink his whole body into Feng Qingcheng's embrace.

Feng Qingcheng met her terrified deer-like eyes, patted her on the shoulder, and comforted her, "These are just poor babies, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Murphy frowned, and asked puzzledly, "Are they all dead? Why didn't their families bury them, and they had to be parked here?"

Yes, if it's just ordinary dead babies who should be buried immediately, why should they all be parked in the Yizhuang?

Or, the customs are different in each place, and this is also a ceremony to pay homage to the dead?

Feng Qingcheng couldn't figure it out, so she could only shake her head and say, "I don't know either."

"It's raining so hard, when will it stop?" Mo Fei raised his eyes and looked outside, only to see that there was darkness everywhere between the sky and the earth, and the pouring rain seemed to drown the entire Yizhuang.

"Yes." The guard standing closest to them nodded in agreement, with a worried tone, "If the rain doesn't stop, why don't we spend the night in Yizhuang?"

　One more~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)