The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 373: Ancient House Ghosts and Gods 32
Xihe raised his eyes and glanced at the tear-stained young man, and walked past him: "There is a letter in the second drawer of the study, and you can do it according to the time in it."

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

The coffin was placed in the carriage, Xihe climbed into the carriage, and with a wave of the whip, the horse immediately turned around and headed southwest.

"Brother Zhong..."

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

Ah Zhong clenched his cheeks, his eyes were red, and he pointed to his two subordinates: "Follow her! It's a matter of life and death."

The two subordinates followed immediately.

It was October at this time, the war had already started, and there were artillery fires everywhere along the way.

Xihe drove the carriage through the wild mountains, looking for usable ore and wood in the dense forests for formation. Although she couldn't mobilize her abilities, the things in her mind still existed.

only……

Xihe raised her hand and touched the coffin F,
A new era is coming soon, and many spiritual beings are beginning to wither gradually. Shen Yanshu is probably... Thinking of his later appearance, she guessed that the sentence 'not allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the country' completely crushed his sanity.

From a well-educated genius to a vase with an empty head.

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

Now this is just a small village, and the villagers are ignorant, so she directly asked the two followers behind to dig a hole for her, and then set up the formation bit by bit.

She has lost her ability, so she can only use her blood to create,

So when the coffin was buried and the formation was activated, Xihe's whole body was also gray-haired, and his spirit was as thin as a thread.

"Husband, madam..."

Seeing her like this, the two subordinates were frightened to death, with horrified expressions on their faces.

"Cough cough."

Xihe sat slumped on the ground, smiled and said to them: "I will be cremated after I die, and the ashes will be scattered on the pit I asked you to dig before. Cough cough..."

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

As he spoke, he looked at the bare new soil behind him, as if he could no longer hold on, his hands dropped to the ground, and he closed his eyes.

"lady!"

The faces of the two subordinates turned pale, and they hurriedly checked Xihe's breath, but they were not breathing anymore.

"What, what should I do?"

The two looked at each other, and then went to look at the gray-haired madam, trembling immediately: "Leave when you're done."

The two stood up immediately, cremated the man, and 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 Ah Zhong is not in Tongcheng,
The two hurried to the beach again, and when they saw someone, they immediately told the story again, and finally turned pale: "In just a few days, my wife has turned gray, like an old man who is dying... Boss, this lady She she..."

Could it be a mountain spirit?
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 have believed that such a miracle existed in the world.

Azhong looked sullenly, and looked at the second drawer of the study room, he looked at the second drawer as soon as he came back. Inside was a piece of paper with only the time and the name of the person written on it.

Reminiscent of what the young master told him before, it is not difficult to deduce that this is the person he sent the things to in the future.

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

What exactly did she experience in those years abroad?
(End of this chapter)