Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, clang clang!
When Zhao Xun woke up in a daze, he heard a knocking sound in his ears.
The sound was so distinct and clear that it made him irritated.
It has been three months since the decoration upstairs was installed, but it is still not in good condition. If it continues like this, the work will not be completed within half a year.
Poor Zhao Xun finally took a vacation and couldn't even sleep in. He was woken up early. As a liberal arts person, he always has the habit of staying up late to write. It is really painful to be woken up when he is sleeping in.
Because there were two layers of thick curtains in the room, it was dark when I looked around.
This is Zhao Xun's daily habit before going to bed. Because he sleeps lightly and cannot see the light, he will draw two layers of curtains to block the sun.
He casually touched the bedside lamp, but bumped into a hard object.
hiss!
Zhao Xun felt the pain and gasped, but he was filled with doubts in his heart.
what happened?
He touched it carefully and found that it seemed to be something like a wooden board.
When he was confused, he heard someone crying: "My miserable son, why did you just go like this? What will you do if you call me your mother now that you are gone?"
The voice was obviously that of a woman, and she was choking intermittently, and it was extremely miserable.
"Madam, please give me your condolences. Although Brother Xun has passed away, Chun'er and Lian'er are still here, and my Zhao family lineage will not decline."
Then came a very majestic voice, but there was a faint hint of exhaustion and helplessness in the majesty.
But the woman still couldn't stop crying.
"Madam, what are you doing...why are you doing this? Now that things have come to this, Brother Xun should be buried in peace. Should you be the one to drive the remaining nails or should I be the one to drive them in?"
Zhao Xun originally listened very carefully, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
What's going on? Could it be that he is hallucinating?
Zhao Xun wanted to get up, but felt something pressing on his chest, preventing him from moving at all.
Damn it, is this being forced into bed by a ghost?
He tried harder, but the harder he tried, the harder it was to get up.
At this time, I heard the woman crying again: "Brother Xun is the flesh that fell from my body after all. Master, let me see him off on his last journey."
Then the familiar sound came again, ding-ding-ding, dong-dong-dong, clang-dang!
hiss!
At this time, a cold sweat broke out on Zhao Xun's back, because he was sure that this was not the sound of decoration, but that the sound came from a place less than a few dozen centimeters away from him!
As for the conversations he had just had, it was not that he had hallucinated them, they were real.
Based on the previous conversations, Zhao Xun understood that he should be in a coffin at this moment.
"No!"
Zhao Xun shouted loudly, and then he felt as if his spirit was leaving his body, and he sat up suddenly.
He beat the coffin lid like crazy and screamed for help.
"Help, help!"
This kind of scene is naturally very terrifying to people outside the coffin.
Then Zhao Xun heard a cry.
"It's a scam, it's a scam."
Just now that the coffin was not nailed, Zhao Xun hit the coffin lid with all his strength, and then the coffin lid shook for a while, which further confirmed the fact of "fraudulent corpse".
"Master, this, this..."
"Madam, don't be afraid..."
Zhao Xun naturally had no time to take care of this. After realizing that no one would help him, he began to beat the coffin lid harder and harder.
The air in the coffin was very thin, and he already felt a little lack of oxygen at this moment. If he didn't open the coffin lid as soon as possible, he might be suffocated and die here.
The instinct of survival made Zhao Xun use unprecedented strength, and after several beatings, he actually opened the coffin lid.
Then he stood up as a reflex.
He opened his eyes, but immediately closed them again due to the sting of the sudden transition from darkness to bright light.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The room was covered with mourning flags. The big ones were three feet six and the small ones were one foot four. They were all wrapped in white cloth.
As for elegiac couplets, incense candles, inscriptions and other items, they are all available.
The house was full of relatives and friends paying their condolences, and a troupe of mourning music was arranged in the lower hall.
Zhao Xun even found a monk chanting sutras and mantras, which was obviously for his salvation.
Zhao Xun couldn't believe his eyes.
It can't be so real when filming. If film and television dramas had this level of persuasion, they wouldn't be criticized by netizens.
Could it be said that he has traveled through time?
He was full of doubts, but before he could ask a question, a very majestic voice came.
"You...Xun'er...are you a human or a ghost?"
Zhao Xun was startled when he heard this. This voice seemed very familiar. Wasn't it the voice of the man just now who revealed his helplessness and exhaustion in his majesty?
He looked closely and saw a middle-aged man with a rich education in Eguan. He was tall and tall. He had a face with a Chinese character. Although his face was a bit vicissitudes, it could still be seen that he had a good foundation. His facial features were extremely delicate and young.
Shi must also be handsome.
Next to him should be the woman just now.
This woman is also nearly middle-aged, but she is obviously younger than the man, and her body is very well-proportioned. She has an oval face, bright eyes, white teeth, and eyebrows like willow moons. If it were not for the fact that she was crying too sadly, she would probably
It will look more beautiful.
The one thing the two of them have in common is that they are both in love.
"Of course I am a human being. Where is this?"
Zhao Xun feels that the first problem now is to figure out where he is. Even if he has really traveled through time, this is something that needs to be solved urgently.
Otherwise, if he doesn't know his identity and has no choice but to act crazy here, he will be manipulated at will.
After finally traveling through time, he couldn't embarrass the vast number of time travellers.
"My son, it's really my son who has come back to life. My son is not dead, my son is not dead. Bodhisattva bless you, Buddha bless you. It's not in vain that I have eaten fast and chanted Buddha's name for so many years, and accumulated countless merits for our Zhao family. It's so good,
So good..."
The woman took a few steps forward, gently touched Zhao Xun's face while Shang Zi was standing in the coffin, and choked with sobs: "It's okay, it's okay. Come on, please send the young master back to his room quickly."
I asked the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles. My young master has been sleeping for a few days and cannot eat anything too hard. It is best to warm his stomach with noodles."
Zhao Xun still can't believe his eyes until now. Has he really traveled through time? But why doesn't he have any perception of this world?
Could it be said that there should not be a whole set of temples and rivers and lakes systems instilled into his body?
Where is his memory? Where is the system? Where is Goldfinger?
Aren’t these all necessary things for time travellers?
Traveling through time like this without any preparation, not playing cards according to the routine, just playing a trick.
Zhao Xun felt that his blood was attacking his heart and he was extremely angry. But just as he was about to ask a question, he felt his body go limp, his vision went dark, and he passed out again.
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This chapter has been completed!