Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1927 Friction
There was a vibration under her body, and Ying Baoyue was startled, worried that some disciples of the Zen Academy used their bodies to lift the coffin where she and Chunyuye were hiding.

At that moment, they will find out that the weight of this coffin is abnormal.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for her to realize that the movement was not right. Although the coffin was lifted, the bumps were not severe, and it gave people a feeling of sitting on a boat.

Chunyu Ye wrote a few words on her palm, "Don't worry, it's a formation."

Just when the coffin was being lifted, the crack that was pushed open on the coffin lid closed due to the vibration, causing Ying Baoyue to completely lose sight of the movement outside, but since Chun Yuye wrote this, he might have sensed the true essence of the formation fluctuation.

The inside of the coffin has completely become a confined space, no movement outside can be seen, and one cannot act rashly, and can only wait for those people outside to move the coffin to its destination.

There was the sound of the wall turning outside, and Ying Baoyue guessed that these coffins were being carried from the crypt to Luohan Hall.

After that, there was no more movement, only the coffins could be felt to be constantly moving.

Ying Baoyue felt that the journey was extremely long.

After the gap was closed, the inside of the coffin was completely plunged into darkness, the eyes could not see, and other senses became particularly sharp.

After the senses became sharper... Chunyu Ye's sense of presence around her was constantly amplified.

The special aura belonging to men is almost everywhere, Chunyu Ye's breathing sounded in her ears, and the strong and bulging muscles pressed against her body.Ying Baoyue moved her body uncomfortably, and as a result, Chunyuye's arms were cuffed even tighter, and the heat that could not be ignored was transmitted through the skin.

Ying Baoyue frowned, and wanted to tell him to stay away from her, but this coffin was for one person, and there was nowhere for two people to retreat in it, and if she spoke rashly, it would irritate him.

Along the way, she had fully experienced Chunyu Ye's moodiness.

The coffin was still moving, and the road seemed endless.

There was a sudden bang, as if there was something wrong with the transport formation, and the entire coffin suddenly turned to one side.

Chunyuye suddenly supported the coffin wall with his palms, which prevented the two bodies from bumping against the coffin wall.

A man growled impatiently from outside.

"Hey, what are you doing, kid? Can you afford to pay for the damage?"

"Sorry, sorry."

With a click, the coffin was lifted up again by a strong force, and it staggered and continued to move forward.

Ying Baoyue felt a little itchy on her neck, and something like a burr was pricking her skin.

She reached out and touched a chin.

There was no one talking in the coffin, but now the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ying Baoyue quietly withdrew her hand, she knew what she had touched.

The previous collision caused half of the mask on Chunyuye's face to fall off, and the corner of his mouth rubbed against her neck. It was the stubble that appeared on the boy's face that stabbed her neck just now.

Ying Baoyue withdrew his hand, and Chunyuye straightened the mask on his face silently.

In the darkness, the two raised their heads in unison.

When will this road end?

Where on earth are these disciples of the Buddhist monastery going to carry these coffins?

……

……

After about a quarter of an hour, this seemingly endless road finally came to an end.

There was a heavy muffled sound, and the coffins were placed on the ground one after another.

"finally reached."

The voice of the young disciple from before sounded, "It's not broken, is it?"

The other disciples around denied it one after another.

"That's fine. Let's go."

"Wait, brother, are these coffins here? Don't we need to install them?"

"Pack?"

The young disciple seemed to be enduring great pain, pinched his nose and said, "Master said that you can just move here. If you want to stay and deal with these corpses, you can stay by yourself."

After speaking, he strode out, as if he couldn't stay in this place for a moment.

The other disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, and also stepped out.

It was quiet for a long time.

The young man beside him was also very quiet, Ying Baoyue kept his original posture, waiting in the coffin motionless.

After the surrounding silence lasted for at least a quarter of an hour, Chunyu Ye stretched out his hand and pushed the lid of the coffin above their heads.

The moment the coffin was opened a crack, Ying Baoyue understood why the disciple of the Buddhist monastery couldn't stay here even for a second.

An unimaginable smell of corpses came from outside, and the smell was even worse than the smell of black mud before.

Chunyuye's arms were stiff, and he slowly removed the outer coffin lid, always being cautious.

After the lid was removed, he stretched out his eyes and glanced around. After confirming that there was no one there, he jumped out of the coffin, glanced at the person lying in the coffin, and stretched out his hand to Ying Baoyue.

"You can come out."

Ying Baoyue breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. There was only a faint moonlight outside, and the light was not dazzling.

She glanced at the palm in front of her, looked away, reached out and grabbed the edge of the coffin, and climbed out of it by herself.

"Hmph," Chunyu Ye snorted coldly and withdrew his hand.

His eyes stopped on a pile of things three steps away.

Ying Baoyue saw it too, it's better to say that this pile of things is in the most conspicuous place in the house and cannot be ignored at all.

Directly opposite the coffin they had hidden in before was a mountain of corpses.

A dozen corpses were stacked together, emitting a strong stench.

This is a scene that any normal person would have nightmares seeing.

Every corpse is in a half-rotten state, dripping with water, and the whole space is filled with a terrible rancid smell. Half-rotten corpses are already scary enough, but the way each corpse dies is still very abnormal. Remnants of limbs, horrific in shape.

These horrific corpses were piled up like this, forming a mountain.

At midnight, the pale moonlight shone on the mountain of corpses, and the atmosphere was eerie and eerie, enough to become a nightmare for everyone who saw it.

Chunyuye turned his head and glanced at Ying Baoyue behind him, feeling a little surprised.

She just stood there quietly, her face was as white as white paper without ink, she didn't cover her nose and didn't vomit.

Not to mention that she is a woman, this is not a normal reaction for advanced practitioners.

Chunyu Ye still remembered that the first time Murong Heng saw such a scene, he vomited for a whole day by himself until he almost collapsed.

This is also the reason why these coffins can only be carried by specific disciples. They have not vomited a few times and developed resistance, so they cannot do this job at all.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Chunyuye stared into Ying Baoyue's eyes.

"Of course I'm afraid," Ying Baoyue said softly, "but the dead are not as scary as the living."

"is it?"

Chunyuye squinted his eyes, these remarks didn't explain anything, there was only one possibility that could explain Ying Baoyue's reaction.

That was the more terrifying corpse mountain hell she had ever seen.

Like mass graves.

But for a princess who has lived in the deep palace for a long time, it is absolutely impossible to see such a scene.

"you……"

Chunyu Ye was about to speak when his voice suddenly stopped.

(End of this chapter)