"Are you... the Flower Monk?"
"Ugh~"
Looking at the face covered with disgusting red spots and patterns of pus and maggots that was getting closer and closer to her, Hua Qingcheng couldn't help but vomit violently.
I don't know what this guy ate. When he vomited, Hua Qingcheng could smell meat, alcohol, and some sour, bitter, and astringent taste filling his mouth. Under the multiple stimulations of vision, smell, and taste, Hua Qingcheng choked and vomited even more nausea.
"Isn't this me, your good brother? My dear sister, is this how you should react when you see me, your brother?"
Looking at Hua Qingcheng vomiting there, Wu Chen hummed left and right, looking like he was furious.
"Flower Monk, you...you should wash your face first!"
"Ugh~"
Hua Qingcheng never thought that one day she would vomit after seeing her own face.
"The rain has stopped outside, dear sister, let's get out of this damn place first!"
Wu Chen looked at the room full of coffins. Although he was not afraid, all the coffin lids in the charity cemetery had just been blown open by his Pingyang Finger, and the smell coming out of them was really choking.
"Okay."
Hua Qingcheng nodded and prepared to leave with Wu Chen.
However, the moment she turned around, Hua Qingcheng suddenly remembered Su Mutiansheng's instructions, and then she began to look for the Yaoqin that Su Mutiansheng mentioned in each coffin.
"My dear sister, what are you doing?"
"Monk Hua, help me find a thousand-year-old guqin."
"Good sister, I didn't expect you could play this. Play it for me someday."
Wu Chen teased and quickly helped Hua Qingcheng find an ordinary-looking piano in a coffin in the corner.
"Clang clang clang," Wu Chen fiddled with the strings a few times and said, "The material is top-notch, the feel is comfortable, and the sound quality is excellent. My dear sister, you have good taste. It is indeed a fine zither!"
"Okay, Flower Monk, stop showing off, let's get out of here first!"
When she thought about how she had slept in the coffin for such a long time, Hua Qingcheng rubbed the goose bumps on her body and didn't want to stay in the charity cemetery any longer.
"good!"
"Hmm~"
Wu Chen, who was holding the Yaoqin, suddenly felt his legs go weak. He staggered and almost dropped the Yaoqin in his hand. Fortunately, Hua Qingcheng caught it steadily.
"Flower Monk, be careful!"
Hua Qingcheng glanced at Wuchen with resentment. The souls of Brother Li's parents were inside, so he couldn't drop it.
"I'm sorry, dear sister. I don't know why, but I felt so weak that I almost dropped the zither."
At this moment, Wu Chen completely forgot that he was now in Hua Qingcheng's body, and Hua Qingcheng's body had already been exhausted from hunger. It was not easy for him to hold on until now.
"Okay, that's troublesome!"
It was a strange feeling to see her body apologizing to her.
In the end, Hua Qingcheng could only carry the exhausted Wuchen out of the charity cemetery and find a nearby inn to stay in. (To outsiders, it looked like a monk carrying a woman.)
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