Reincarnation of the concubine of the apocalypse

Chapter 148 Coffin
Long Qianjing didn't speak, but just sat on the side in silence, not knowing whether he was regretting the inhumanity he had encountered, the infatuation and wrong payment, or regretting the untimely death of these innocent women.

"Let's go."

Ming Yujin stood up, patted her palms to sweep away the dust, and walked into the house.

Long Qianjing, who was still vomiting just now, got up and followed without saying much, even though he didn't know what to do.

Inside the house, there are eight familiar large coffin-shaped vats, in which are eight highly decomposed female corpses, which are the eight females who have become immortals that have been rumored in the capital recently.

This time, I don't know how Long Qianjing did it, but he didn't vomit anymore, and just quietly stood aside with his hands down.

Ming Yujin glanced at him lightly and raised his right hand lightly.

A coffin made of fine golden nanmu appeared out of thin air in the open space of the house, some of which were painted with guqin, spring scenery, some with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, and the flying cranes were clearly colored, gorgeous and orderly , which shows the intentions of those who prepared the coffin.

Wait, how did these coffins come about?
Long Qianjing, who was immersed in his own thoughts, finally realized that something was wrong, but before he could catch his breath, an even more shocking scene appeared.

I saw the eight women who were originally floating in the big tank suddenly rose slowly from the water, and after floating in mid-air, they slowly fell into the eight coffins, and looked at, the water stains on their bodies had dried up up?
Long Qianjing gasped!
Who the hell is this girl, and why did she do such sorcery?

Thinking about it, my knees trembled a little.

She is so reckless, is she planning to kill me afterwards to silence her?
In an instant, he wanted to bury Mr. Han, who tricked him into going to the county lord's mansion, to pieces to pieces and bury him with him.

However, it turns out that he really thought too much.

After Ming Yujin saw that the eight women were placed properly, he raised his voice and shouted: "Yueqing, bring the stele in."

After a few breaths, Yueqing walked in with ease holding the eight thick stone slabs that had just been chiseled.

Long Qianjing glanced at it, only to realize that the name, birth date and sudden time were engraved on it.

He suddenly understood that they were carving tombstones for these people.

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"Why don't we set up another grave for them and put the tombstone in the coffin?"

Ming Yujin glanced at him coldly, "Work."

After the three of them found the deity and placed the stele, Ming Yujin placed bright moonstones and unrefined gold mines in each coffin under Long Qianjing's astonished eyes!

That is the priceless moon stone!

What's the matter with this girl digging out a pile? !
When will Mingyue Stone be rotten on the street?

Long Qianjing felt that the way she left the palace today must be wrong.

Or the hallucinations that appeared before the brain injury healed!

But he reached out and touched the realistic moon stone.

Howling in my heart, knowing so many things I shouldn't know, I will definitely be silenced!tears.
It wasn't until Ming Yujin performed the coffin-changing stunt again, and disappeared the coffins with the lids closed, and then walked out of the house with the dominatrix on her own.

Long Qianjing still didn't wait for the silence he had imagined thousands of times.

I was glad in my heart, but still said uncertainly, "Aren't you going to kill me? Aren't you afraid that I'll say it?"

Ming Yujin paused her walking steps, turned her body half sideways, and said with a smile, "Do you know how?"

The sun is going west, hanging obliquely on the branches, the color is golden, and the surrounding area is filled with red clouds, which makes people feel warm and harmonious.

In the Daughter's Temple built near the lake on the outskirts of the northern city of the capital, the pilgrims have dispersed, and only the cigarette smoke is left, witnessing the crowds of believers in the daytime, and the incense is at its peak.

The three of Ming Yujin walked around the main gate of the daughter's temple, avoided the gatekeeper Miao Zhu, and came to the oblique corner behind the temple.

Those who have entered the daughter's temple will find that this location is exactly behind the golden bodies of the eight women, and it is also the place where believers offer incense.

After arriving at the place, Ming Yujin groped lightly on the wall, and after about half a cup of tea, there was only a click.

There was a small hole on the ground in the corner that could only be passed by one person.

The three of them did not stop, filing in.

Below the small cave, there is no hidden cave, nor is there any subtle mechanism, it is just a tomb with a height of more than ten feet and an arc-shaped arch at the top.

"Have you already arranged it?"

"It was arranged by the fourth brother's people."

When he heard that Long Qianhao ordered someone to arrange it, Long Qianjing fell silent.

Ming Yujin was not in a hurry, and just quietly went about what she was doing.

Wait until the eight coffins are properly placed and the tomb is fully arranged.

Bow to the head of the casket.

Then he exited the cemetery.

Seeing that the master and servant had left, Long Qianjing walked up to the coffin, and bowed long, meditating in his heart.

The corners of Ming Yujin's lips curled up slightly as she was waiting outside, as if something happened that made her happy.

When Yueqing saw this, he looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, as motionless as a mountain.

After waiting for a cup of tea, Long Qianjing came out of the room and saw the master and servant of Ming Yujin with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

Ming Yujin knew that he loved noodles very much, so she didn't point it out.

The arm that was only attached to the wall turned slightly a few times, and suddenly, the sound of boulders rolling was heard.

"This is?"

"Block it, at least it will keep them quiet for hundreds of years."

Hundreds of years later, whether the world will change, the sea will change, or the tomb robbers will be rampant, it is beyond her control.

This king wants to ask, with such a big commotion, aren't you afraid of disturbing the temple inside?
Thinking about it, this is unfounded worry.

This girl, what is there to be afraid of?

"Do you want to know where the second sister is? Ah Jin can sell you this favor and end her punishment as soon as possible."

Ming Yujin's light words drifted into his ears, interrupting his thoughts and making it difficult for him to make a decision.

To ask or not to ask?
Originally, he wanted to beg for mercy, after all, she was also a woman he had a crush on.

However, after knowing what she had done, he could no longer say the words of pleading.

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"Where is she?"

In the end, Long Qianjing still asked the question.

In a dilapidated small courtyard, crowded with rough men who were covered in sweat. These people, of course, came here for the purpose of kissing Fang Ze. foul language.

It is also located in the north of the city.

Compared with the daughter's temple, which has just been devoutly worshiped by the world, there is a world of difference.

A heaven, a hell.

If Ming Yurong hadn't wiped out humanity, killed innocent people in vain, and didn't set his mind on people who shouldn't be moved, maybe he wouldn't have fallen into such a situation.

It's just that there is no such thing as an if in this world.

Now that she has done it, she will naturally have to pay the price for her bad karma.

"Master, are you not afraid that he will rescue that woman?"

Yueqing, who had always kept few words, rarely asked.

Ming Yujin, who was standing not far from the ruined courtyard, looked at the courtyard gate and returned quietly, "Don't be afraid."

He is a proud man and a soft man, but not Elm.

Thinking of the queen who wanted to teach Long Qianjing to the bone, Ming Yujin felt restless.

I also wondered why the old Emperor Yuanwu still valued the fifth son in his heart, but he had to give it to a bad-hearted person like the Queen to raise him?
When Long Qianjing came out, he was covered in blood red.

The long sword for body protection in his hand was also stained with blood.

Whose blood is this is naturally self-evident.

"Since you are safe and sound, then we will return home. Before we leave, I will send you a message. If you think it is right, just listen to it. If it is not right, you can also listen to it."

In short, if you don’t listen to the good words of this Guniang, you have to listen to them.

(End of this chapter)