Ancient house in mountain village 32

Xihe raised his eyes and glanced at the young man with tears on his face, and walked past him: "There is a letter in the second drawer of the study. You can follow the time in it from now on."

"As for him, he is mine while alive and mine after death."

The coffin was placed in the carriage. Xihe climbed onto the carriage. With a wave of his whip, the horses immediately turned around and headed southwest.

"Brother Zhong..."

The subordinates were dumbfounded and looked at the carriage not knowing what to do.

Azhong clenched his cheeks, his eyes were red, and he pointed at his two subordinates: "Follow her! I won't save her unless it's a life or death situation."

The two subordinates immediately followed.

At this time, it was October, the war had begun, and there was artillery fire everywhere.

Xihe drove the carriage through the barren mountains and ridges, looking for usable mineral wood in the dense forest for formation. Although she could not mobilize her abilities, the things in her mind still existed.

only……

Xihe raised his hand and touched the coffin.

A new era is coming soon, and many spiritual things are beginning to wither away. Shen Yanshu is afraid... Thinking of his later appearance, she guessed that the words 'No spirits are allowed after the founding of the country' completely crushed his sanity.

From a genius with a wealth of knowledge, he turned into an empty-headed vase.

Two months later, Xihe came to the village where the ancient house was located.

This place is just a small village now, and the people are ignorant. She directly asked the two followers behind to dig a hole for her, and then laid out the formation bit by bit.

She lost her ability and could only use her essence and blood to create things.

So when the coffin was buried and the formation was activated, Xihe's whole body was white-haired and out of breath.

"Husband, madam..."

Seeing her like this, the two subordinates were frightened to death and looked horrified.

"Ahem."

Xihe collapsed on the ground and said to them with a smile: "When I die, I will be cremated and the ashes will be spread on the hole I asked you to dig. Ahem..."

She wiped the blood from her mouth and took a breath: "Go back when you're done."

As he said this, he glanced at the bare new soil behind him, and closed his eyes as if he could no longer hold on.

The hand dropped to the ground.

"lady!"

The two subordinates turned pale and panicked to check Xihe's breathing, but they were no longer breathing.

"What, what should I do?"

The two looked at each other in confusion, then looked at the lady, who had gray hair and chicken skin, and suddenly trembled: "We'll leave as soon as we're done."

The two people immediately stood up and cremated the person. Then they didn't dare to ask for the carriage and ran down the mountain in a panic, all the way to Tongcheng.

Who knows that Azhong is not in Tongcheng?

The two people hurriedly ran to the beach. When they saw the person, they immediately told the story with trembling trembling, and finally turned pale: "In just a few days, my wife's head turned white, like a dying old man... Boss, this lady She, she..."

Is it a monster?

He didn't dare to say it, but the meaning was self-evident. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.

Azhong had a sullen face and looked at the second drawer in the study with a vague look. He looked at it as soon as he came back. Inside was a piece of paper with only the time, place and name written on it.

Considering what the young master told him before, it is not difficult to deduce that this is the person to whom he will send things in the future.

But...how does Li Mingzhu, a boudoir lady, know?

What exactly did she experience during those years abroad?