Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin - Chapter 75

The car galloped all the way from the high speed, except for supplementing food and water and solving physiological problems.

This way Wang Xiaoma wanted to go to the toilet to hold back, after all, he is now an obedient puppet, who knows if he can speak? It would be bad if it was accidentally exposed.

Fortunately, he didn’t ignore a word, and let Bai Yufu Wang Xiaoma go to solve it at the rest stop.

Their group is really eye-catching. Wang Xiaoma looks warm and handsome, but he is a man with long black hair and a dull face…

A word is like leaving the theater just after the Republic of China.

For the curious person, he explained with a smile without a panic, “This is my younger brother. He was born with a brain problem.”

Wang Xiaoba: “………” You have a problem with your brain! Your family’s brain is born with problems!

Passersby looked back awkwardly.

After easily solving the doubtful passers-by, Wang Xiao-zai was taken into the car by them again. I didn’t know that after a few rest stops, the car finally got off the highway.

The scenery on the road gradually became barren, and the car bumped and slowed down slowly. Wang Xiaomei secretly glanced a few times and found that they were now in a barren mountain.

The roads are all dirt roads, covered with rubble, and the leaves of weeds cut off on both sides of the road are still tender, indicating that this road has just been developed soon.

Waiting for the car to violently shake for half an hour, the dry loess was flying all over the sky, and the white car was covered with dust and dust, and swayed past a stone tablet.

Originally, there should be a certain village or a certain place on it, but the piece that can be passed by is blank. Even the old and new degree of the stone monument seems to have just been cut from the quarry.

When the village stopped, the car stopped. Bai Yu pulled Wang Xiaomei out of the car and followed Yan Yan and Xiao An.

The black eyes didn’t look good, but when everyone didn’t find it, there was a flash of light.

Wang Xiaoma quickly scanned the structure of the village.

The houses are scattered and randomly built, there is no point of being adjacent, and they are all two-story wooden buildings made of wood.

The four of them swaggered into the depths of the village, and the movement was not small. No one came out to take a look. The door was closed and the windows were closed.

Barren hills, new roads, unmanned villages……… Uh, will there be ghosts in this place?

Wang Xiaozong was chilling behind his back.

Although he is a zombie, he is a fake!

No one can say that he is not afraid of ghosts? !

Wang Xiaoma tearful eyes: the day after leaving my wild man, miss him, 嘤.

With a word, he walked to the door of a small wooden building and took out the key to open the door. He turned to smile and said to Bai Yu, “We live separately, and we guard separately.”

He handed another key in front of Baiyu, tilting his head and motioning Baiyu to look at the two-story wooden house next to him: “Me and Xiaoma live in this room,’Puppet Silk’ needs to be refined in time, and others will come here in a few days. Follow me into Qishan, and it will be handed over to you by then.”

“You want to avoid me?”

Bai Yu looked at the key in his hand, and he looked up, his expression calm.

“Why? Because I have lost the use value for you?”

Wang Xiao, who was standing behind them, twitched a corner of his mouth: …Dabai, you asked directly!

Faced with such a straightforward question, ordinary people have to show some true feelings whether they have ghosts in their hearts or not, but they have not changed a smile.

He said: “Whether you believe it or not, I will never hurt you, let alone estimate your value. You are my closest person and will always be.”

Bai Yu dropped his head in silence.

And in a word, Wang Xiaohua, who pulled up a fool, walked into the house. The wooden door was closed, shutting out the prying eyes of outsiders. Bai Yu’s palm slowly exhaled a breath. He turned around quickly with a cold face with a cold face Salute went into the wooden house next door.

One word took Wang Xiaoma’s hand to the stairs. The one hand palm was different from the cold and slenderness of the wind. His hand looked beautiful but had many hard scars on his palm. The hand was warm and dry but Wang Xiaoma thought To pull apart.

He turned back to see if Wang Xiaomei would fall, and whispered, “Pay attention to the steps.”

His voice was soft and soft, and his facial features were tender and loving, and he was about to drip water, as if treating his precious and fragile vase, or his favorite daughter who fell easily.

Wang Xiaoma pretended to be nauseous while pretending to be an idiot.

He couldn’t like this man in a word.

Although the other party is gentle and kind-hearted, like a senior teacher who treats others kindly, but such a person must recognize his own “Tao”, then he will persevere in any way and reject all other “Tao”.

Those who have no desires or desires are widowed.

The more like a word like this, the more terrible people.

Just like the enlightened artifact, Wang Xiaoma’s dagger can feel the maliciousness and murderousness that those people hold to the holder, and also give some feverish reminders to those who are guilty of evil.

However, he was so close to the words that he was never overheated.

What does this mean?

Explain that even if one word poisoned him to obliterate his consciousness and turned him into a puppet, in one word he thought that he did it for Wang Xiaomei’s good, not evil, but good!

Even if the hands are covered with alien blood, it is also to protect humanity and be kind!

This kind of person… is terrible…

Wang Xiaoba, who was more frightened in his heart, was taken upstairs by the man, and the chair was covered with dark blue velvet cloth, and then Wang Xiaoba was seated.

Wang Xiaoma wears slightly loose light gray trousers and a small shirt. His eyes are large and bright, his eyebrows are slender, his eyelashes are thick, and his tall nose is full of light pink lips. The outline of the face is not protruding, so There is a sense of gentleman.

He was sitting on a chair covered with dark blue velvet, like a luxury in a glass cabinet, luxurious and beautiful.

Obviously, I think so too.

However, he has more feelings for Wang Xiaomei.

Kneel on one knee before Wang Xiaoma, his slender eyes gleamed with light, and reached out with his hands.

Wang Xiaomaoqiang resisted not closing his eyes because of tension, his hands did not do anything to him, but stretched towards the back of his head, his scalp was slightly pulled, the elastic band of the hair was untied, and his hair was like a waterfall. Drooping.

A word raised the corner of the lip, holding a strand of hair.

Suddenly he said: “When I completely let the puppet silk in your body grow and refine, I will have you. I know what characteristics your group of people have, hehe.”

“I’m not old, I don’t die, I am human, I am stiff, I am stiff.” With a close look, my fingers twisted the black hair in my hands. “The reason why I can use you to make the most perfect masterpiece of my life is to thank me Yan Chun, one of the former guests, did I say that I met Yan Chun when I was collecting medicine 20 years ago?”

“Twenty years ago…I was a leading figure in the circle of craftsmen, I was proficient in refiners and doll making, ability… Even if there is no such doll as Xiao An on the dry man, I will have the power!”

Wang Xiaoma’s expression was immobile, and his heart was horrified. How could this remark be used to fight against Han Ruan? ! Is that human being? !

Thinking about it this way, I listened and said, “That year I met Yan Chun. He saw that I was capable of killing him and saving him, so he wanted to trade with me…”

He sneered, “Dare a walking dead who can’t even control the power in his blood speak to me like this?”

“Oh~ I promised him on the surface. I took his blood for a long time to do research. The feather pattern is actually the first version of puppet silk. It is a monster that thinks very high and wants to avenge it. He has been under my control for a long time. I don’t know, it’s stupid!”

“………”

“He then told me a story that belongs to a thousand years ago in order to seek my help…”

A face with a word came close to him, breathing with Wang Xiaoma, his voice was clear, and he grinned: “So when I smell the wind and sleep in the lamp, I have known your existence for a long time-you never thought about you The burial sites are all hidden, and Yan Chun has become a living dead crawling out of the soil and hasn’t found your burial site for so many years, why was suddenly discovered by Yan Chun?”

“Because that was what I told him~”

With a smile, the intimate face was mixed with a trembling madness.

This pervert!

Wang Xiaoma was surprised and frightened, wanted to yell, wanted to find the wind to seek help, but in the end could only sit on a chair like a puppet.

“…I met Yan Chun when he got blood, and I encountered a drought while cleaning up those dirty aliens.” At this point, the smile disappeared, as if I was caught in some memory, unconsciously murmured: “I and The drought was in a deadly battle. I seriously injured him, and he also seriously injured me… I drank a tube of Yan Chun’s blood in an anxiety…”

“I know that Yan Chun’s blood has the effect of returning to life, but I did not expect it-it will become what it is now.”

He loosened Wang Xiaoma’s hair and touched his face.

“Who can believe that my body and my time went backwards when I was young?”

“The ID card is no longer usable. Who would believe that a man in his forties is about to step into old age and become a silly boy under the age of twenty? I can’t get home, and my son and my grandson can’t recognize it! ”

“Do you know the pain?”

The expression gradually became fierce, and he shouted at Wang Xiaoma!

“I am Baicheng! I am!”

“But I can only become a wanderer for no reason or reason. Watch my son running around to find me! Watch my son die in the hands of an alien because of an accident! Watch my daughter-in-law die! Watch me The grandson grew up alone!”

“I can’t even use their relatives to stand up and help them, I can only send them money in silence!”

“My wife also died in the hands of aliens… She is a good woman, I love her even more than a craftsman who loves a refiner-but that day I brought back a baby corpse that was trained as a ghost, out of good intentions Exceed it…but it confuses my wife and kills her!”

“Damn it! Interracial is not worthy of pity, **** it!”

In a word, or Baicheng’s breathless breath, his pupils were filled with **** hatred and anger, and the gentle facial features and temperament were twisted and horrified!

Wang Xiaoma scared urine.

What are you doing loudly! You have the ability to shout at my little Wenzi!

Wang Xiaoba, who just wanted to tears, looked at him and vented his anger. He gasped and calmed down slowly. After a while, his expression and breath finally relaxed.

“Are you scared? Sorry.”

He squeezed out a smile, but in Wang Xiao’s eyes was more terrible than the evil smile.

“I won’t be mad at you like this in the future.”

He stretched out his hand and touched Wang Xiaoma’s cheek.

“After such a thing happened when I was injured in the battle with the dry trotters, I lost the trace of the dry trotters. He changed his residence, but I cannot forget that he caused me to fall to the point where I am today, so I vowed to kill him!”

“I started to use a lot of materials to make golden utensils, and then distributed these restrained aliens to the tomb thieves, and they went to the catacombs frequently. They were greedy for money. My purpose is very simple. Clean up zombies in the tomb”

“I have been searching for a long time. As for your tomb palace, I have also been to it. It was after I entered your underground palace and saw the record on the inscription that I found your legend very similar to what Yan Chun told me.”

“I don’t know your abilities. I retired out of insurance and plan to sell the news to Yan Chun and let the stupid go find the way.”

I heard Wang Xiaoma shouting in my heart here: “Lying trough!”

He said how Yan Chun found them, and he still had a map of the underground palace in his hand. It turned out to be you, a dog thief!

[The author has something to say: Bai Yu’s grandfather, Bai Cheng, and Han Yu, who had been wounded too hard, drank a lot of Yan Chun’s blood. As a result, he changed from an old man to a young man, and his family did not recognize him. 】