Chapter 105
Wei Qian was extremely reluctant to leave, but Shen Jiao had already stuffed the laxative into the two men's mouths.
Xue Shun also climbed onto the horse.
What's the point of a weak doctor like him staying here?
Waiting for the smell of blood to attract wild beasts to eat him?
Let's leave this kind of thing to Shen Jiao, the damned one.
"Master, why don't you fire a warning arrow? If something really happens to the Sixth Master and the others, it would be unreasonable for us to remain silent. Besides, Master Feng has disappeared, so we have to find someone to rescue him."
Wei Qian felt a little reluctant to leave this good man and tried to save him.
Xue Shun looked at the two men on the ground and said, "Let's go first. It's the same if we go back and find someone to rescue them. Otherwise, after the flares are fired, we'll have to stay here and wait for people to come. If there's danger now, is Doctor Wei confident that he can escape?"
"Ha, this..."
If Wei Qian had that ability, why would he still suffer here?
He laughed awkwardly. "If Master Feng doesn't come back, I'm confident I can die a happy death, but... this isn't right. If there really were something particularly dangerous in this forest, why would the owner and his wife bring the young masters here to hunt?"
"Maybe I don't want to keep it anymore." Shen Jiao said nonsense.
Xue Shun rolled his eyes at her and scolded her lightly, "Don't talk nonsense, mother is not that cruel."
But that may not be the case with my father.
Shen Jiao saw that Xue Wuliang really disliked them.
But it shouldn't be the case that they will all be killed.
"No matter what's going on, we can't stay here for long. Sir, let's go."
"Okay." Xue Shun turned his horse and left, with Shen Jiao following closely behind.
Even though Wei Qian was unwilling, he had no choice but to keep up, looking back as the horse ran.
The place gradually became farther away, but not too far away. He could still see it clearly, but there was no figure he expected. He turned around sadly, but couldn't help but look again...
“Ouch!!!”
Wei Qian suddenly reined in his horse.
The hissing sound made Xue Shun and Shen Jiao stop for a while.
Shen Jiao asked him, "What's wrong?"
Wei Qian pointed back and began to stutter like the wind and sand. "Behind them, behind them, they're gone. In the blink of an eye, they're all gone! Those two people and their horses are all gone."
Shen Jiao and Xue Shun also noticed it.
"Could it be that they are pretending? They ran away as soon as we left." Shen Jiao's face became serious.
Wei Qian slapped his thigh and said, "Impossible. Those two are barely breathing and are on the verge of death. Even if they were to regain their vitality, they couldn't run that fast. Besides, Master Feng has sealed their spiritual veins."
"Maybe it was dragged away by some wild beast," Xue Shun said, "Don't worry about them, let's go."
I really can't stay in this damn place.
Shen Jiao valued his life the most, so he immediately pulled the reins, signaling the horse to turn around and run. In the blink of an eye, Xue Shun disappeared.
She was startled and looked back, but Wei Qian was gone.
"drive!"
Without thinking, Shen Jiao whipped the horse hard, telling it to run faster, but it was too late.
The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was red... hair.
The Fire Rat must stay in Yanshan, but the transformed monster does not have to.
No wonder...
Shen Jiao hadn't slept so deeply in a long, long time, so deep that she was completely unaware of what was happening around her.
So when she woke up, she didn't know where she was.
It was pitch black all around her. She propped herself up with her arms and tried to get up, but bumped into something as hard as iron. She groped around and there was something blocking her way, or rather, not just up, down, left, and right, but also the front and back were blocked.
It was airtight and I couldn't sit up straight, but there was something like silk under me. It seemed easy to guess what place this was.
She had seen it at Mr. Li's house not long ago, and now it was her turn to lie down here.
It's really the law of karma, retribution will come.
coffin!
Fuck the coffin!
Go to his father's coffin!
Go to hell with the coffins of his eighteen generations of ancestors!
Shen Jiao doesn't want to lie in this damn coffin!
"Let me out!"
"Let me out!"
"Let me out!"
"I haven't lived enough!"
There was a harsh sound when scratching it with nails, and it made a loud thumping noise when bumping with arms and kicking with feet. It was not easy to support it with the back.
Fortunately, the coffin was not sealed.
She finally opened a side, and a bloody hand grabbed the bronze coffin lid and pushed hard.
Shen Jiao, with messy hair, half of her body stuck out of the coffin, breathing in the dusty and rotten air around her in big gulps.
It smells really bad.
But she is still alive, and being alive is good.
She looked around and it was not surprising. She was taken to the tomb, so no wonder she had to sleep in a coffin.
The golden bronze coffin was now covered with rust.
The silk in the coffin was also torn into pieces.
This tomb is probably quite old, but several huge gilded lamps with strange beasts are still lit. There are many candles on the outstretched branches, and the lights are brilliant, like the sun, illuminating the entire tomb as bright as day.
Who is it?
Are you afraid of the dark even after you die?
Or are you afraid that tomb robbers won’t be able to see clearly?
Shen Jiao really couldn't understand it, but... this didn't look like the main tomb chamber. It was a mess, and it looked like a storage room.
Apart from the coffin and the lampstand, there was nothing valuable. There was a pile of scrap metal around, and the coffin she was in was lying in an orderly manner on a high stone platform.
As lonely as a king who has no money but still wants to save face.
Shen Jiao crawled out of the coffin, picked up a string of copper coins on the altar and looked at it, but he couldn't see the words on it clearly, and the rope was rotten.
It fell down with a crackling sound when it was touched.
She grabbed them and threw them aside a few times, but didn't see any mechanism being triggered, so she walked down the stone platform with peace of mind.
Walk towards the corridor and find a way to escape.
Shen Jiao is a living person and doesn't know much about the dead.
But she had also heard that the craftsmen who built tombs usually left an escape route to avoid being buried with the tomb owner.
Even if there is none.
The rat demon needed a way to catch them.
If you can get in, you can get out. Shen Jiao doesn't want to die here.
She tore a few strips of cloth from her skirt and wrapped her fingers with them as she walked forward.
She was determined to continue 'testing the waters' to avoid falling into any trap.
But thinking about the rat demon, I decided to give up. Luring it here might be even more terrifying than falling into a trap.
There were only a few candles in the corridor, and they were spaced far apart. Shen Jiao had no choice but to break a candlestick down from the wall and hold it in his hand to avoid groping in the dark.
Even so, it's still quite frightening.
It is hard to tell whether the owner of this tomb is poor or rich. If he is rich, there is not even a single good thing in the tomb. If he is poor, it seems like this road has no end.
Shen Jiao estimated that she had walked for about two quarters of an hour before she came to a bend...
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