Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress

Chapter 898 You still have a fire disaster

 It is indeed a weapon spirit.

No wonder there are no ghosts with evil yin energy, and it is also a hairpin weapon spirit, rather than a sword with heavy attack power. The evil spirit of such a weapon spirit will be very strong, especially a sword that has drunk blood, which will be more likely to hurt. people.

Qin Liuxi was about to ask Zuo Zongnian and the others to get Zuo Zongjun’s hairpin, but suddenly he felt something was wrong, the hexagram was wrong.

“My hexagram clearly shows that you are in the south, and your hairpin...”

“Woo.” Zuo Zongnian said with a pale face, “The hairpin will be buried with you.”

Mr. Zuo also turned pale.

They all thought that Zuo Zongjun was gone. After the funeral, even the tomb was sent back to his hometown for burial. Inside the tomb were all Zuo Zongjun's favorite items, as well as those that fell into the cracks when he disappeared. The stuck hairpin was buried as a burial object.

“Dad! My body was not found, so how come you think I’m dead!” Not only was he dead, he was also buried.

Zuo Zongjun was very sad. Not only did he 'die', but his marriage was also gone. Was it because he was cheated on?

 Who in this world is as miserable as him!

Mr. Yu was speechless and said: "Hurry up and dig the grave at the ancestral grave in your hometown, open the coffin and take it out."

Qin Liuxi looked at Zuo Zongjun at this time, and was stunned again. He quickly counted with his knuckles and frowned: "You still have a big disaster!"

"What?"

 Everyone was shocked and looked at Qin Liuxi subconsciously.

Haven’t this man been found back? Why is there another great disaster?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification by fire.

Mr. Zuo suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Zuo Zongjun’s eyes were also straightened. It turned out that it was not the worst, only worse?

Before Qin Liuxi could say anything, Yu Ling suddenly distorted: "I can't do it anymore, my mind space is about to collapse, please come quickly..."

What?

Qin Liuxi subconsciously wanted to perform the spell, but after a burst of light, the two figures that were still in front of everyone disappeared out of thin air.

"Jun'er!" Mr. Zuo crawled over and grabbed it, only to find it empty.

Qin Liuxi pursed his lips and asked Zuo Zongnian: "Where is the ancestral grave in your hometown?"

 “In Xiangcheng.”

Xiangcheng is in the south, no wonder this hexagram is like this, that is to say, Zuo Zongjun will appear in his ancestral tomb, even in the coffin!

"No, Yu Ling's mind collapsed, and her spirit will return to the hairpin, which means that the place where Zuo Zongjun appeared is in the coffin." Qin Liuxi was a little confused and said, "We must rush there now. Otherwise, he might suffocate to death in the coffin."

But what about the fire?

Zuo Zongnian's face turned pale and he said, "To get to Xiangcheng, it will take us seven days without sleep or sleep. How can we make it in time?"

“I can get there, but the process is a bit tragic.” Qin Liuxi said meaningfully.

ah?

 Soon, they understood.

Walking on the dark road full of ghosts and shadows, Yu Laoqiang suppressed his heart trembling and bumped into Mr. Zuo: "You don't have any words to say that you have strange powers and derange your spirit?"

Mr. Zuo could hardly walk: "Get out!"

Zuo Zongnian was trembling: I may have done some evil in my previous life to end up like this!

 The sky has just darkened.

 The ancestral tomb of the Zuo family.

Two captains of Mojin sneaked to a new tomb with shovels, lit incense and candles casually, and bowed three times.

"We are all poor people who have lived in our eighties for eight months. We have no choice but to ask you to borrow some money. As long as we get the things, we will help you fill the grave and then re-establish it for you. I want you to have a large number of longevity tablets. Don’t blame us. Well, if you don’t say anything, we will take it as your consent.”

A nightingale landed on a branch of a tree and watched the two people's movements from a high position. It chirped and frightened the two of them.

"Third brother, why don't you forget it?" A fatter thief looked at the thin thief next to him and spoke in a choked voice.

The man called Lao San said: "You have come here, how can you come back empty-handed? I have inquired about it. Although this is a tomb, because he was a favored young master, there were many things buried with him." This is enough for us to have a good time and drink well. Didn’t you say that you want to redeem your sweet lady and become a mother-in-law?"

The fat thief chuckled twice and scratched his head: "Then dig."

The nightingale lingering on the tree rolled its little eyes: It’s still eight months old, what a man’s mouth, what a liar, bah!

The two started digging hummingly. Suddenly, the fat thief took Lao San’s hand and said, “Did you hear anything?”

"No, please don't be suspicious, okay? If we wait any longer, it will be dawn and we won't be able to run away even if we find something." The third child was so angry that this pig teammate was digging graves in a dark and windy night. If he didn't hurry up Are they working slowly because they are afraid that others will not know that they are robbing tombs?

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The fat thief trembled: "But I really heard a sound, like the sound of a cat scratching wood."

 His hair stood on end when he was scratched!

 “No, if there is, it will only be a wild cat.” The third child was impatient and continued digging.

The fat thief tremblingly dug a few more times, digging deeper and deeper until there was a muffled sound of the shovel and he dug it.

 The two of them were immediately overjoyed.

He shoveled the soil out again, but at this time, he could hear a few scratches again, which was clearly audible.

Now the third child heard it, and his hands shook in fright, and the shovel in his hand fell to his feet, causing him to scream in pain.

"There really is someone scratching the wood, it seems to be here." The fat thief was about to cry and asked, "Is there a ghost?"

 Lao San was also panicking, but he had already dug up the coffin. It would be too much of a loss to run away now.

He swallowed his saliva and said, "Maybe a mouse dug a hole into the coffin. Listen, there is no sound."

 Zuo Zongjun in the coffin opened his mouth: "Help."

 But he couldn't make a sound, and his consciousness was about to fall into darkness. He was finished.

Lao San and the fat thief heard no more noise, so they calmed down, quickly took the tools, and began to lift the coffin nails. The two of them were sweating profusely and finally lifted the coffin.

Lifting the lid of the coffin, the two excitedly held up the candle and looked inside. What they saw was a pale and thin face that looked like a dead man. Their hands shook uncontrollably and the candle fell down.

 “Ahhhh.”

The two men’s frightened screams echoed through the forest.

 Isn’t it a tomb? Why is there a dead person there?

The two were so frightened that they were about to climb up. Suddenly they smelled a burning smell. They braved it and looked inside. It was over.

 It’s on fire!

It turned out that the candle fell on the 'corpse' and the clothes caught fire.

 “Quickly put out the fire.”

 “Help me, just grab your stuff and run away!”

The two of them patted the flames vigorously, while the other went to retrieve the burial objects from the coffin, randomly grabbing a hairpin and gold and silver utensils and throwing them into his arms.

 Suddenly, the ‘corpse’ opened its eyes.

 Fat Thief: “!”

After being stunned for a moment, he screamed: "Zongzi exploded!"

Zuo Zongjun's heart is broken, he has no strength at all, and his mouth opens and closes. Can he put out the fire first?

 He doesn’t want to become a roaster!

At the critical moment, Qin Liuxi dragged Zuo Zongnian and others out of thin air and appeared in front of the grave. He took a look at the situation in front of him and raised his eyebrows and said: "I have a very good face. If I say a fire disaster, it is a fire disaster!"

The two tomb robbers looked at the people who appeared out of thin air: Ah, there is a ghost!

 Everyone: “…”

 (End of this chapter)