Chapter 93 Seventh-Rank Golden Elixir, Crying in the Wrong Grave
"Gulu, Gulu..."
Thick scarlet liquid spilled out from the cracks in the coffin lid.
With a muffled "rumbling" sound, the heavy coffin lid was pushed open from the inside out.
"Wow!"
"Huchi, wheeze..."
Jiang Wuji crawled out of the coffin, his body covered in blood-like liquid.
But after the person climbed out of the coffin, the unknown liquid began to flow back into the coffin automatically, like a living creature with self-awareness.
"what are these……"
Jiang Wuji frowned tightly.
"Did these things help me recover from my injuries?"
"Where is the female corpse with little feet?..."
"Um?"
"Why is my Qi Hai..."
The Qi sea in Dantian disappeared, replaced by a round thing. Jiang Wuji couldn't see what it looked like. After all, he couldn't see inside now, but as long as he mobilized the Qi in his body, there would be a vague
Perception.
Feeling the surge of power in his body, Jiang Wuji was a little unbelievable.
"This is...a seventh-grade golden elixir?!"
Looking at the blood in the coffin, Jiang Wuji sneered and said, "Did you help?"
The female corpse with small feet did not respond, but she was used to this situation.
"So I have always wrongly blamed you, right..." Jiang Wuji shook his head, remembering that every time he encountered fatal danger, the little-footed female corpse would help.
Maybe the female corpse with small feet is not what Zhang Fugui said...
At least Jiang Wuji now feels that the female corpse with small feet has no ill intentions towards him, and she has never harmed anyone around her again.
At this moment, Jiang Wuji suddenly remembered that the little-footed female corpse had prevented him from killing Murong Wanfeng.
At that time, he didn't understand why the little-footed female corpse did this.
Later, when I learned that Murong Wanfeng had a protective magical weapon on his body, he thought that the female corpse with small feet was preventing him from killing Murong Wanfeng for this reason.
But think about it now...
How could a female corpse with little feet be afraid of a mere protective weapon if she is so strong?
"You already knew that Murong Wanfeng was the source of the plague, right?" Jiang Wuji stretched out his hand and pressed it on the coffin.
"Although I don't know why you don't communicate with me normally."
"But I still have to thank you for coming all the way."
Jiang Wuji patted the coffin and continued: "Thank you, thank you, every code is a code. If your ultimate goal is to take my body as Zhang Fugui said, then you will be dead by then.
I won’t let you succeed either.”
"If I have a chance, I'll take you for a walk."
There was silence for a while, and as expected, these words received no response from the little-footed female corpse. Instead, the strange coffin disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never appeared.
Jiang Wuji let out a long sigh, straightened his clothes, and then shrunk the Vaishvah Bell and hung it back on his waist.
The bright moon is in the sky, and everything is lonely.
There is no road in the forest. If you want to go down the mountain, you must first go back to the original mountain road.
Jiang Wuji walked and talked to himself.
"I don't know how Xia Yiyi is doing."
"It's just that the intestines were pulled out, so the person won't die, right?"
"What if I die...I..."
"If I had known better, I wouldn't have said those words to my aunt. I really shot myself in the foot. This feels even more disgusting than eating shit."
Jiang Wuji spat and threw these things behind him.
There's no point in thinking about it anymore, let's talk about it after we get back.
He rubbed his eyebrows and began to think about the current matter.
"If the time in the two worlds were synchronized, then it would still be the Mid-Autumn Festival here."
"I came out to intercept Liu Qinghua last night. I haven't returned to the inn all day and night. Xiaoyu must be looking for me everywhere."
"I don't know what's going on with Li Changfeng..."
"Huh? Where's the road?"
Jiang Wuji suddenly stopped and realized that the surrounding environment was very strange.
With my own foot strength, I should have walked out of the forest long ago. Why can't I see the end now?
"Is it possible that I went in the wrong direction?"
Just when Jiang Wuji was thinking this, a sad cry suddenly sounded.
"Woo woo, woo woo..."
"Mother, mother..."
"Water has a source and trees have roots. There is only my mother in the world. You raise your daughter so that she will never forget your mother's kindness. Pears and cabbages bloom with white flowers. Five-colored clouds rise in the sky. I respect my old mother. Your ghost comes to listen, mother~
"
Who is weeping at the grave in this wilderness?
Jiang Wuji held a copper coin sword in one hand and a Vaisha bell in the other, and moved in the direction of the sound, and it didn't take long to find the source of the crying.
It was a young girl dressed in plain silk. She was kneeling in front of the grave, lighting incense and crying, while singing words that Jiang Wuji had never heard before.
"Mother, mother, you have a hard life. I passed away when I was two years old, so you, mother, have become a widow at such a young age."
"The upper body clothes are torn and the skin is exposed, the lower body clothes are torn and patched, the eaves are three points shorter than the person, the threshold is three inches lower than the person, lower the head in front of others and don't talk about it. People say you are a living dead, and you are suffering in every way in this world..."
The crying stopped suddenly.
The girl in front of the grave stood up slowly, and her eyes, which were red from crying, suddenly looked towards where Jiang Wuji was hiding.
"Who's there! Come out!"
Jiang Wuji walked out from behind a tree with a smile on his face.
"Girl, don't blame me. I don't mean any harm. I just couldn't find the way down the mountain, so I thought I'd come over and ask."
"Can't find the way down the mountain?" The girl with red and swollen eyes looked gloomy, and there was even a hint of greed in her eyes.
Jiang Wuji sneered and said, "It's okay if the girl doesn't want to talk, but there is something I'm curious about. Is the girl crying at the wrong grave?"
Jiang Wuji pointed to the tombstone. It was clearly engraved with so-and-so's husband, but she was crying for her mother.
"Crying at the wrong grave..."
She licked her lips with her tongue and said, "But we weepers have never said that we cry at the wrong grave..."
Jiang Wuji still had a smile on his face and was not surprised.
Ever since the corpse chaser came to his door, he has been deliberately filling in this information.
After all, Li Changfeng, a Baixiaosheng, is here, so if you don't use it, it will be in vain.
In this world, there are many, many special "professions", but these professions do not form a complete system. Instead, they are a mixture of dragons and fish.
For example, the Red Lotus Sect has corpse chasers, and the Fengtian Division also has corpse chasers.
Corpse exorcists are divided into exorcists and corpse refiners, and there is also the saying of raising ghosts.
In addition to corpse chasers, there are also corpse collectors, corpse stitchers, executioners, skin painters, animal makers, questioners, etc...
This so-called soul-crying man is nothing more than one of the many strange professions. As for Liu Qinghua and Mei Xiaoli, they should be the kind of great dancing masters or horse-drawing immortals.
But a crying soul appears here, could something have happened?...
At this moment, the Soul Crying Man suddenly let out a weird laugh, and the greed in his eyes instantly magnified several times!
"Hahaha... It's really hard to find anything without wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here! Those awesome people in Tiandao Temple do not deceive me. There are really flawless people here. The opportunity for me, Wu Pingping, has finally come!"
"Boom!"
Jiang Wuji didn't say a word, he raised his sword and stabbed Wu Pingping at the moment when he rang the Vaishvah Bell!
The latter also didn't expect Jiang Wuji to be so decisive and to make a killing move at the slightest disagreement!
She endured the pain caused by the bell, grabbed a handful of ashes from the grave, stuffed it into her mouth, and struck Jiang Wuji with a sword!
"laugh!"
The copper coin sword wrapped in Qi Yuan sliced off a shoulder blade easily.
Just when Jiang Wuji wanted to pursue him, Wu Pingping's cry sounded first.
"Mother!"
"If you don't come, my daughter will really die! Wuwuwu..."
