Chapter 84 89. Celestial Clan Witch
"As a coffin keeper, I have to go up and repair the loosened coffin, but some time ago, the rope suddenly broke." When this topic was mentioned, the village chief looked at Han Yixiao and his group with an embarrassed look.
Han Yixiao thought about the importance the giant eagle attached to the hanging coffin, and there must be something strange about it. He turned his head to look at Qiao Zixi, who was sitting on the old chair behind him, swaying and seemed to have fallen asleep.
The moment he looked over, Qiao Zixi opened her eyes, her eyes as indifferent as water. She nodded gently at him, then closed her eyes again, stroked her belly with her hands, and rocked it to nourish the fetus.
"Village chief, we can help." Han Yixiao gave an affirmative answer in the village chief's expectant eyes.
"It's great that you could help."
After getting the answer he wanted, the village chief felt relieved and extended a warm invitation.
"Everyone will have lunch at my house today. Please sit down for a while while I call my wife to kill two chickens."
After saying that, he ran away like a gust of wind.
In a short time, the news that Han Yixiao and others were going to help repair the hanging coffins spread throughout the small village.
After a while, villagers came over one after another. They didn't come in, but just put the chickens, ducks, fish, vegetables, eggs, watermelons and other things in their hands at the door and said a few words of thanks to Han Yixiao and others.
These enthusiastic villagers made everyone feel as if they were in that peaceful, lively, calm and leisurely world before the end of the world. In just two months, everything was turned upside down and there was no going back. The low mood was only for a moment, and everyone was soon full of fighting spirit again. They only hoped that a piece of pure land like this would never be polluted.
"Let's go." Qiao Zixi suddenly spoke, stood up and walked out.
Han Yixiao immediately followed with big strides. As soon as he went out, he met the village chief and his wife who had returned. Seeing their appearance, the village chief looked very happy.
"Shall we go and repair it now? Do we need to prepare anything?"
"No need, just wait." Qiao Zixi said lightly and flew into the sky.
The people who had gone and returned saw from afar the giant eagle hovering above the hanging coffins. When it saw them coming, it neither pecked at them madly nor slapped them in the face.
Qiao Zixi landed on the hanging coffin and looked down. It was a double hanging coffin. It was made of golden nanmu wood, with dark patterns and witch characters engraved on the coffin lid. All of them revealed the identity of the owner of the coffin, the general of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Jade-faced Luo Jun.
Qiao Zixi extended her spiritual sense to look at the coffin. After a moment, she raised her head with a strange look on her face and glanced at Han Yixiao.
"What's wrong?"
For some reason, this glance made Han Yixiao feel very uneasy.
Qiao Zixi shook her head, walked down from the coffin, stood in the air, looked up at the sky, and remained silent for a long time. Han Yixiao felt uneasy when he saw her like this. He walked up to the coffin and checked around.
Finally, it was discovered that the coffin was intact, but the wooden stake on which the coffin was hung had cracks. If it was not repaired and replaced in time, the stake would break soon and the coffin would fall off the cliff and be smashed to pieces.
"Could this hanging coffin be the general that the village chief mentioned?" Lin Jun flew up and down around the coffin with curiosity, and then flew to look at other hanging coffins, and found that this hanging coffin was the most special.
"Are you still thinking about that story?" Yu Zhiming looked amused. It was just a legend, how could it be true? Just listen to it as a story, how could you take it seriously?
"Do you think the general and the witch are lying in this hanging coffin?" Tian Yuanyuan was also very curious, and the two of them flew up and down around the hanging coffin.
"Sacrifice your body to the heavens, your soul will fly away and there will be no afterlife!"
When Tian Yuanyuan mentioned the word "witch", a distant and cold female voice suddenly came to the ears of Han Yixiao, who was standing on the hanging coffin. A picture flashed through his mind. A beautiful woman was wearing a black witch tribe sacrificial robe, looking at him with a resolute face and indifference.
The woman was so beautiful and the coldness in her eyes pierced his heart and shocked him.
(End of this chapter)
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