Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, clang clang!
When Zhao Xun woke up in a daze, he heard a knocking sound in his ears.
The sound was so distinct and clear that it made him irritated.
It has been three months since the decoration upstairs was installed, but it is still not in good condition. If it continues like this, the work will not be completed within half a year.
Poor Zhao Xun finally took a vacation and couldn't even sleep in. He was woken up early. As a literary person, I always have the habit of staying up late to write. It is really painful to be woken up when I am sleeping in.
Because there were two layers of thick curtains in the room, it was pitch black when I looked around.
This is Zhao Xun's daily habit before going to bed. Because he sleeps lightly and cannot see the light, he will draw two layers of curtains to block the sun.
He casually touched the bedside lamp, but bumped into a hard object.
hiss!
Zhao Xun felt the pain and gasped, but he was filled with doubts in his heart.
what happened?
He touched it carefully, and it seemed to be something like a wooden board.
When he was confused, he heard someone crying: "My miserable son, why did you just go like this? What will you do if you call me your mother now that you are gone?"
The voice was obviously that of a woman, and she was choking intermittently, and it was extremely miserable.
"Madam, please give me your condolences. Although brother Xun has passed away, Chun'er and Lian'er are still here, so our Zhao family lineage will not decline."
Then came a very majestic voice, but there was a faint hint of exhaustion and helplessness in the majesty.
But the woman still couldn't stop crying.
"Madam, what are you doing...why are you doing this? Now that things have come to this, Brother Xun should be buried in peace. Should you be the one to drive the remaining nails or should I be the one to drive them in?"
Zhao Xun originally listened very carefully, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
How is this going? Could it be that he was hallucinating?
Zhao Xun wanted to get up, but felt something pressing on his chest, preventing him from moving at all.
Damn it, is this being forced into bed by a ghost?
He tried harder, but the harder he tried, the harder it was to get up.
At this time, I heard the woman crying again: "Brother Xun is the flesh that fell from my body after all. Master, let me see him off on his last journey."
Then the familiar sound came again, ding-ding-ding, dong-dong-dong, clang-dang!
hiss!
At this time, a cold sweat broke out on Zhao Xun's back, because he was sure that this was not the sound of decoration, but that the sound came from a place less than a few dozen centimeters away from him!
As for the conversations just now, it was not that he had auditory hallucinations, they were real.
Based on the conversations just now, Zhao Xun understood that he should be in a coffin at this moment.
"No!"
Zhao Xun shouted loudly, and then he felt as if his soul was out of body, and he sat up suddenly.
He beat the coffin lid like crazy and screamed for help.
"Help, help!"
This kind of scene is naturally very terrifying to people outside the coffin.
Then Zhao Xun heard a cry.
"It's a scam, it's a scam."
Just now that the coffin was not nailed, Zhao Xun hit the coffin lid with all his strength, and then the coffin lid shook for a while, which further confirmed the fact of "fraudulent corpse".
"Master, this, this..."
"Madam, don't be afraid..."
Zhao Xun naturally had no time to take care of this. After realizing that no one would help him, he began to beat the coffin lid harder and harder.
The air in the coffin was very thin. At this moment, he already felt a little lack of oxygen. If the lid of the coffin was not opened as soon as possible, he might be suffocated and die here.
The instinct of survival made Zhao Xun use unprecedented strength, and after several beatings, he actually opened the coffin lid.
Then he stood up reflexively.
He opened his eyes, but immediately closed them again due to the sting of suddenly entering a dark environment into a bright light environment.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The room was covered with mourning flags. The big ones were three feet and six feet long, and the small ones were one foot and four feet long. They were all wrapped in white cloth.
As for elegiac couplets, incense candles, inscriptions and other items, they are all available.
The house was full of relatives and friends paying their respects, and a troupe of mourning music was arranged in the lower hall.
Zhao Xun even found a monk chanting sutras and mantras, which was obviously for his salvation.
Zhao Xun couldn't believe his eyes.
It can't be so real when filming. If film and television dramas have this level of persuasion, they won't be criticized by netizens.
Could it be said that he traveled through time?
He was full of doubts, but before he could ask a question, a very majestic voice came.
"You...Xun'er...are you a human or a ghost?"
Zhao Xun was startled when he heard this. This voice seemed very familiar. Wasn't it the voice of the man just now that revealed his helplessness and exhaustion in his majesty?
He looked closely and saw a tall and tall middle-aged man named E Guan. This person has a face with Chinese characters in his life. Although his face has some vicissitudes, it can still be seen that he has a good foundation. His facial features are extremely delicate. He must have been handsome when he was young.
Next to him should be the woman just now.
This woman is also nearly middle-aged, but she is obviously younger than the man, and her body is extremely well-proportioned. This life has an oval face, bright eyes, white teeth, and eyebrows like willow moons. If it weren't for the pear blossoms crying because they were too sad, she would probably look more beautiful.
The one thing the two have in common is that they are both in love with each other.
"Of course I'm human, where is this?"
Zhao Xun feels that the first problem now is to figure out where he is. Even if he has really traveled through time, this is something that needs to be solved urgently.
Otherwise, as a person who doesn't know his identity, he has no choice but to pretend to be crazy here, and he will be manipulated at will.
After finally traveling through time, he couldn't embarrass the vast number of time travellers.
"My son, it's really my son who has come back to life. My son is not dead, my son is not dead. Bodhisattva bless you, Buddha bless you. It's not in vain that I have eaten fast and chanted Buddha's name for so many years, and accumulated countless merits for our Zhao family. That's so good, So good..."
The woman took a few steps forward, gently touched Zhao Xun's face while Shang Zi was standing in the coffin, and choked with sobs: "As long as it's okay, it's okay. Come on, please send the young master back to his room quickly. Ask the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles. My young master has been sleeping for a few days and cannot eat anything too hard. It is best to warm his stomach with noodles."
Zhao Xun still couldn't believe his eyes until this moment. Has he really traveled through time? But why does he have no perception of this world?
Could it be that there shouldn’t be a whole system of temples, temples, and rivers and lakes instilled into his body?
Where is his memory? What about the system? What about Goldfinger?
Aren’t these all must-have things for time travellers?
Such an unprepared time-travel, not following the routine, just playing a trick.
Zhao Xun only felt that his blood was attacking his heart and he was very angry. But just when he was about to ask a question, he felt his body go limp, his eyes went dark, and he passed out again.
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