Xiao Qian was the first to notice something was wrong with Yang Zimei and hurriedly recited a series of spells.
Yang Zi didn't think too much, just followed her example and started reading along with her.
The steady stream of energy leaking out finally stopped.
She sat weakly on the ground and hurriedly adjusted her breathing.
Suddenly, a blue light suddenly appeared on the mahogany card on her chest. Her body temperature began to drop, and she was trembling with coldness. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Cold mist enveloped her whole body, covering her hair and eyebrows.
His upper body and cheeks were all covered with ice, like an iceman.
At the same time, Long Zhutian, who was far away in the capital, had the mahogany plaque on his chest shining red, and his whole body was burning like a flame, as if it was unbearably hot.
"Niuniu!"
When Yuqing and Yuzhenzi saw her in this situation, they were horrified and screamed.
Luo Yinghao stared at her change in stunned silence. He wanted to get closer to her, but was unable to move forward as if he was blocked by an ice wall.
Yang Zimei closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing, transporting the ice energy traveling through the meridians throughout her body to her Dantian, where all the coldness could be melted away.
At this moment, the kimono-clad woman in the coffin suddenly murmured, "Um...what...".
Everyone's eyes shifted from Yang Zimei to her.
I saw the woman in kimono fluttering her eyelashes and slowly opening her eyes...
Luo Yinghao and Yu Zhenzi were so frightened that they took a step back, their hearts pounding loudly, as if someone was hitting them hard with a heavy hammer.
I saw that the woman's pupils were clear and distinct in black and white, with a touch of blue, just like the sky after the rain.
She looked at it blankly and doubtfully at first, then her eyes gradually became clear.
Everyone suddenly discovered that her eyes seemed somewhat similar to Yang Zimei's.
She sat up slowly, looked at the coffin, and suddenly said, "Why am I here?"
She spoke in Japanese, but her voice was clear and gentle, like a delicate woman who had just gotten up lazily.
Luo Yinghao and Yu Zhenzi looked at each other for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Zimei and the kimono woman.
The woman slowly stood up and stood on the coffin.
Her figure is extremely slender and graceful, her temperament is elegant, her expression is calm, and she has the style of a lady from a noble family.
"who I am?"
She asked again in Japanese.
No one can answer her question because no one knows who she is.
Her eyes scanned everyone's faces, and then landed on Yang Zimei, who was sitting cross-legged and turned into an ice man.
She stepped forward, wore wooden clogs, walked out of the coffin, walked to Yang Zimei, knelt down, with a respectful and solemn expression, and said in Japanese: "Master——"
At this time, Yang Zimei had just collected the last wandering chill back into his Dantian. The blue color on the peach wood sign disappeared again, turning into the original featureless dark black. The chill on his body also disappeared in an instant.
She felt strange looking at the kimono woman in front of her who called her her master.
Could it be that she will be like a loyal dog in the future, being sent by herself?
However, this woman in kimono is really beautiful, with a pure face, a graceful figure, an elegant temperament, a pleasant voice, and the femininity of the living dead in her body, which makes her look even more feminine.
No wonder my uncle said that looking at beautiful women can make you live longer.
This woman is really good. She spends her days sweeping the floor, cooking, and washing clothes at home. It is indeed a good decoration.