Travel through ancient times to suppress villages

Chapter 3 Traveling in the crematorium (1)

hot!So hot!where is thisWhen Ling Xiaodao opened her eyes again, she saw a bright red area around her. This was a narrow iron enclosed space; on both sides, the flames were burning wildly, scorching the iron bed under her extremely hot. Could not lie down any longer.Ling Xiaodao quickly figured out where this is, this is...the crematorium of the funeral parlor!

Dad, Mom, Xiao Jian, I don't want to die!I don't want to die!Why do you want to burn me?She roared in her heart.

Ling Xiaodao turned over and knelt on the iron bed, feeling terrified in his heart. Looking around, he only saw a vent about half a foot behind him; don't they know that there is a situation in this world where the heart stops beating, called suspended animation?
God!God!why?why?Ling Xiaodao wanted to cry but had no tears.

... As expected, it is better to read more books!
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead...!" The three of them are bastards, and she's not dead, how could they have so quickly decided that she was utterly dead, and threw her, a living person, into the crematorium to be cremated .

Just when Ling Xiaodao's feet couldn't stand the scorching heat of the iron bed beneath him, and he jumped left and right like a monkey, a human voice came from a corner of the bright red cremation room, "Oh! What a crime! The underworld is coming again!" One more wronged soul who was incinerated due to suspended animation."

The human voice came very suddenly and strangely. Looking up, Ling Xiaodao followed the sound in horror; he saw a blood-red figure floating on the wall of the crematorium, with a pair of green eyes staring at her like A smile is not a smile.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The blood-red fuzzy figure chuckled, "I'm the seducer of the crematorium, I'm not here, where should I go?" After a slight pause, he sneered, "I thought you wouldn't wake up. Wake up soon; alas, watching your own body being burned, you are more pitiful than other wronged souls."

Watching your own body being incinerated?Ling Xiaodao's shock was not trivial, "Brother, I'm not dead, how can I be a wronged soul, please let me go!"

"Big Brother?" The soul-obsessed dead man laughed loudly. This was the first time someone called him Big Brother in so many years, and it seemed to be quite useful; coughing, he raised his hand and pointed to the air vent about half a foot behind Xiaodao, "Even if I don't hook your soul, but you want to go out... can you go out?"

Ling Xiaodao turned his head and glanced at the air vent, rushed towards it, and shouted in panic, "Let me out! Let me out! Come here! Let me out!"

For a long time, no one answered outside the vent.

(End of this chapter)