Ying Laoqi carefully held the dagger in his hand and leaned closer to Hong Nianke.
Hong Nian did not hide, but her breathing became a little rapid. Although she was among the eight lower sects, she was still a girl in her twenties.
Many times, the little girl has little resistance to the uncle, not to mention that the two of them have just experienced life and death together.
Hong Nianke slowly lowered her head. Fortunately, there was no light in the coffin, so Ying Laoqi could not observe the changes on her face.
Neither of them moved, only the coffin kept sliding downwards little by little.
I don’t know how long it took, but Hong Nianke finally coughed lightly and said, "Do you think we are... too close? We... we..."
Perhaps realizing that he shouldn't say that, Hong Nianke suddenly paused after the second half of the sentence came to his lips, and then swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach.
Ying Laoqi smiled slightly and said, "What about us? Isn't this good? Don't you like it?"
Hong Nianke shook her head and said, "It's not that I don't like it...it's just..."
Ying Laoqi smiled and said, "Just what?"
Hong Nianke said in a slightly shy tone: "It's just... I don't like the knife in your hand..."
When he heard the word "knife", Ying Laoqi was startled and said in surprise: "You..."
As soon as Ying Lao Qi said the word "you", a strong wind arrived in front of him...
The coffin was still sliding downwards slowly. After about ten minutes, it suddenly stopped with a bang. Then, a little girl wearing a white dress and a white headband came over and gently knocked on the coffin with her hand. cover.
"Dangdangdang..."
After these three sounds, four shirtless men came over, each holding a crowbar in his hand.
They didn't say a word, each performed their duties, and lifted the lid of the coffin with all their hands.
Then a person stood up from the coffin. It was none other than Hong Nianke.
And there was another person lying inside the coffin, a dead person.
Yinglaoqi.
The dagger originally held by Ying Lao Qi was now in Hong Nianke's hand. Perhaps Ying Lao Qi would never have thought that he would die in his most proud hand.
Hong Nianke turned to look at Ying Laoqi in the coffin, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.
After a while, she murmured: "I'm sorry... It's just that you forgot that I am a disciple of the Actor Sect. Acting on occasion is our way of looking after the family..."
After saying this, Hong Nian slowly leaned down and put the dagger that originally belonged to Ying Lao Qi back into his hand, "I, Hong Nian, don't have a habit of winning people's love. This knife originally It belongs to you... now it returns to its original owner..."
Afterwards, Hong Nianke whispered a few words into Ying Lao Qi's ear, but unfortunately the voice was too low and no one could hear what he said.
But so what if I heard it clearly?
Who cares about a word spoken to a dead person?
After Hong Nianke finished those words, she turned around and raised her legs to step out of the coffin. Two girls in white robes immediately came forward to greet them. One of them was holding a red robe in his hand. The robe was so big that it was almost Hong Nianke can be completely wrapped in it.
The other one was holding a red mask.
After dressing up Hong Nianke, the two little girls made an invitation gesture to Hong Nianke. Hong Nianke understood and didn't say much. She just nodded slightly twice and then followed a little girl in white. The girl walked forward behind her.
Compared with the previous bloody stone house, this place looks much more elegant. The embossed wooden beams and exquisite and elegant ornaments all make people feel that the designer is full of literary style.
Although Hong Nianke didn't know much about antiques, calligraphy, paintings, jades and ceramics, he could tell from a walk that every item displayed in this place would be enough for countless people to grab in the market outside.
But at this time, they can only lie quietly in this dark underground world.
Is this their fate?
If this is the case with an artifact, what about the person?
Hong Nianke was thinking about her thoughts while walking. There was not much time, and Hong Nianke was brought to a room by the little girl in white robe.
The little girl in white robe stretched slightly, signaling Hong Nianke to enter the room.
The door of the room was not closed and was half open. Hong Nian could see through the crack in the door. There was a chessboard with unfinished chess games on it. On the wall, except for the door, the remaining three sides were hung. Painting.
The three paintings each show an old man looking at a well, a little girl tightly entangled by a particularly large snake, and a woman kneeling in front of a dry grave.
No one seems to be next to each other in terms of content or painting skills. However, these three paintings are hung in the same room.
What's even more strange is that there is a person sitting opposite the chessboard in the middle of the room, a little boy who looks to be less than ten years old.
Hong Nian didn't move, she just looked into the room through the crack in the door.
Seeing that Hong Nian didn't move, the little boy in the room suddenly said: "Now that we are here, let's finish this game before leaving...!"
Although the little boy looked young, he said these words very calmly and seasonedly, and his firm tone did not seem to give Hong Nianke any room to refuse.
Hong Nianke thought for a while and finally walked into the room.
Soon the door of the house was locked from the outside with a bang.
Seeing that the door was locked, Hong Nianke couldn't help but feel shocked. Although she was only in her twenties, she was a veteran of the Eight Gates. Although her heart was already beating wildly, she still looked the same on her face. It was calm, and she didn't even look back at the locked door.
At this time, Hong Nianke only had eyes for the child sitting opposite the chessboard, because she suddenly discovered that this child was far more dangerous than the locked door.
Hong Nian could not take his eyes off the child, and the child was also staring at her.
What's even more strange is that although this child looks only eight or nine years old, his eyes are like two knives, the two sharpest knives. Without even looking at Hong Nianke, it's like a knife piercing her. The meat is average.
The little boy looked at Hong Nianke for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Please sit down!"
Hong Nian was not polite, pulled up a chair and sat across from him.
The little boy said: "First of all, I want to congratulate you for coming here. You are the third person who has come to my place after so long..."
The little boy suddenly paused when he said this. He looked at Hong Nianke and seemed to be waiting for Hong Nianke to ask who those two people were.
But Hong Nianke didn't ask. She didn't even say a word. Instead, she picked up a sunspot in front of her and placed it on an empty spot on the chessboard.
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