Sadako walked in and opened her mouth in surprise when she saw the pile of dead dogs.
"Sadako, can you tell me why this is?"
Yang Zimei hoped that Sadako would understand and asked urgently.
"I'm sorry, Master, I don't know."[
Sadako shook her head, but Yang Zimei could clearly see that her fingers were trembling slightly, which was very different from usual.
"I really don't know?"
Yang Zimei's eyes were cold, "Don't forget, I am your master."
"Master, I really don't know, I just feel inexplicably scared." Sadako lowered her head and replied.
You are a living dead, what a fright!
Yang Zimei wanted to curse, but she didn't say it out loud.
"Move all these dead dogs out."
Yang Zimei sent her a message.
"Yes, Master."
Sadako once again carried forward her perfect maid spirit of not being afraid of hardship, tiredness and smell. She carefully wrapped the mummified dogs in oilcloth and threw them into the suburbs for burial.
Yang Zimei shoveled down with a shovel, and there was actually a coffin underneath.
Around the coffin, there were barriers of five-pointed stars, as if to suppress something.
Is this what Master did?
Hasn’t Master always despised the Japanese Onmyoji as just a superficial branch of our ancient Chinese art?
Why do you keep using the five-pointed star to form a boundary now?
She was too lazy to crack them one by one, so she took the Moye Sword from her room and scratched it a few times.
The dense five-pointed star barrier was rushed by the sword light and disappeared without a trace.
The coffin was an ordinary coffin, painted and made of wood, and it was still very new, as if it had been buried not long ago.
Yang Zimei nervously opened the coffin lid, and then he was stunned, his whole body was cold, and tears were flowing...[
Lying in the coffin was none other than his master, Li Yuqing, with his eyes closed, looking very peaceful, as if he was sleeping.
"Master...father..." Yang Zimei's voice trembled, and his trembling hands touched Yuqing's face.
I was overjoyed to find that his face still had the body temperature of a living person, and I hurriedly reached out to feel his pulse, which was still slightly pulsating.
"Master"
Yang Zimei screamed in surprise and joy, and hurriedly picked him up from the coffin.
Only now did she realize that the master's body was so light.
When she was six years old, her vitality returned and her muscles and bones were exhausted, the master always held her in his arms and raised her up by pooping and peeing.
At that time, Master was as heavy as Mount Tai in her eyes and was her most reliable support.
Now, it was my turn to hug my master, but he was so light.
Yang Zimei carefully placed him on the bed beside him, used a silver needle to instill vitality into him, and put a thousand-year-old ginseng piece into his mouth, which made him lively.
Sadako walked in, saw the situation in front of her, and asked in surprise: "The Taoist priest is back?"
Yang Zimei turned around and glared at her angrily, "Didn't you say that the master has traveled far away? Why is the master in the coffin underground?"
Sadako blinked innocently, shook her head and said, "Master, I really don't know. That's what he asked me to tell you when he went out that day."
"Meow"
The black cat broke in, blinking his dark green eyes and looking at Yuqing, who was lying motionless on the bed, with an expression as if he was seeing an acquaintance.
Yang Zimei didn't notice the black cat's expression. He checked the master's body and found that it was basically in a normal state.
When she opened her eyes to look at her master, she found that all three of his souls and seven souls were gone, leaving only one soul.
