cannon fodder love

Chapter 85 Bride of the Bone 10
"Sister, weren't we in the fantasy city just now? Why are you back?" Ziyan opened her eyes and asked inexplicably when she saw that she was still in front of the stone wall.

"What? Where do you want to stay?" Bai Ling asked with a smile.

"No, I just find it a bit strange." Zi Yan shook her head.

"Let's go, we should go out." Bai Ling pulled Zi Yan's hand out of the cave.

When they arrived in the village, the villagers were anxiously waiting for them.

"We have already wiped out that monster, so you don't have to worry about it anymore." Bai Ling said with a smile, the monster was sealed, as for what will happen in the future, that is a matter for the future.

"Thank you master, you are really our benefactors!" The villagers knelt down.

Bai Ling pulled the crowd together, stayed in the village with Ziyan, had a simple meal, and then set out on the road again.

"Sister, where are we going?"

"I don't know, just walk around." Bai Ling casually said, her task this time is to find someone with a predestined relationship, but where is the person with a predestined relationship?She really doesn't know.

The two were walking when they suddenly heard crying and crying not far away, and then a group of people in sackcloth and filial piety passed in front of them.

Bai Ling didn't care about what was on his mind, but Zi Yan on the side muttered honestly: "It's really unlucky, I met a dead man again."

"Zi Yan, keep your voice down." Bai Ling hurriedly slapped her lips, fearing that the group of people who just passed by would hear her words that she didn't care about.

"Why do you think Nangong Han died at such a young age?"

"Yes, not yet 20 years old."

"He is a well-known talent in Litiancheng, what a pity."

What the passers-by said caught Bai Ling's attention, and she suddenly became interested in the person who had just died.

"Zi Yan, did you hear what the passers-by said? There is something wrong with that young man's death, why don't we go and have a look." Bai Ling suddenly stopped and said.

"Sister, that's exactly what I mean." Zi Yan smiled slightly, she was feeling bored, so such an interesting thing happened.

"May I ask if the young man lying in this coffin is called Nangong Han?" The two turned around and quickly caught up with the coffin bearers.

"Exactly, who are you?" A man glanced at her fiercely. He is Nangong Po, the lord of Litian City. He has two sons and a daughter. The one lying in the coffin is his eldest son Nangong Han, who is 19 years old this year. age.

"Can I have a look? Maybe he's not dead." Bai Ling glanced at the coffin and said.

"Young master died long ago. You are talking nonsense. City Lord, don't believe her. Let's go, or we will miss the auspicious time for burial, which is unlucky." Another man said, panic flashed in his eyes, he was from Tiancheng. Leng Zijiao, deputy city lord.

"Zijiao, let her see, maybe Han'er can be saved." Nangong Po thought for a while and said, as a father, he couldn't let go of any chance to save his son.

"Yes, City Lord." Leng Zijiao nodded, and glared at Bai Ling with a venomous gleam in his eyes.

"Put down the coffin and let her have a look." Nangong Po ordered.

Several men carrying the coffin lowered the coffin gently, and one of them opened the coffin carefully.

Bai Ling looked at the man lying in the coffin, but he was shocked. He didn't expect this man to look exactly like the man in the mural, but at this moment his face was pale, his hands and feet were cold, and his body was a little stiff.

"He's not dead, it's just that his soul has left his body temporarily." Bai Ling inspected it carefully and said.

"Girl, can he still save my son?" Nangong Po asked nervously with a hint of surprise on his face when he heard the words.

"As long as he can recover his soul within three days, he will be saved," Bai Ling said as he closed the coffin.

"I beg the girl to save him." Nangong Po looked at Bai Ling with hopeful eyes.

"It's okay to save him, but I have conditions." Bai Ling nodded, a sly smile flashed across his eyes.

"City Lord, don't trust her, she must be a charlatan." Leng Zijiao said with a livid face, gnashing his teeth.

Nangong Po ignored Leng Zijiao and said, "As long as I can save my son, I will agree to any conditions."

"The city owner is serious. I just want to stay in Litian City for three months after things are done." Bai Ling's lips curled up with a touch of loneliness.Not only does she want to save him, but she also wants to make him fall in love with her. Only then can she truly complete the task, so she needs time.

"It's easy to handle, the girl can stay as long as she wants." Nangong Po smiled, he didn't expect the other party's request to be so simple.

A group of people carried the coffin and walked back, and returned to the place where the city lord lived after a while.

The wife of the city lord, Ling Yun, was still wiping her tears at the door. The second wife, Yun Han, and the second son, Nan Gongli, stood beside her. Seeing a group of people carrying the coffin and turning back, Ling Yun asked in puzzlement, "Master, what's going on?"

"Madam, Han'er is not dead yet, and Han'er can still be saved." Nangong Po hurriedly told Lingyun the good news.

"Really? My son can still be saved?" Lingyun said happily after hearing the words.

"Well, it's true." After Nangong Po finished speaking, he said to the people who carried the coffin: "Hurry up and carry the young master to the room."

"Yes, City Lord." Several people responded, put down the coffin, helped the man inside and walked to the room.

"These two are the masters who came to save Han'er." Nangong Po pointed to Bai Ling and Zi Yan.

"Can you really save my son?" Seeing that the two of them were so young, Ling Yun asked a little uneasy.

"It's true, ma'am, and only we can save him." Bai Ling said with certainty.

"Okay, master, please come in." Lingyun finally showed a smile on her face. She has been in a bad mood these days. Her son died. If it wasn't for her daughter or her husband, she would not want to live anymore.

"Su Ziye, you have to do whatever Master needs in the future." Nangong Po said to a man beside him.

"Yes, City Lord."

Su Ziye walked up to Bai Ling and said respectfully, "Master, you can ask me anything you want."

"Let me go to his room first." Bai Ling looked around.

"Okay, Master, please follow me." Su Ziye finished speaking and walked towards the castle.

The castle is very big, and there are rooms one after another inside. It would be really not easy to find the place where Nangong Han lives if there is no someone to guide the way.

"Has your young master married yet?" On the way, Bai Ling asked tentatively.

"My son has not yet," Su Ziye said.

"Oh" Bai Ling replied lightly, but he was happy in his heart. He didn't have a wife, so he had more opportunities.

"This is my eldest son's room." Su Ziye said as he led the two to a door.

"Okay, you wait at the door, I'll go in and have a look." After Bai Ling finished speaking, he walked into the room with Ziyan.

At this time, Nangong Han was lying quietly on the bed, with two young girls guarding him.

"Who are you?" Bai Ling asked suspiciously.

"Master, my name is Ye Lan, and her name is Yue Luo. We are both the eldest son's personal servant girls." One of the girls said softly.

All wealthy or prestigious families will have several maids around their children.

Bai Ling nodded, did not say any more, and began to carefully observe everything in the room.

(End of this chapter)