big week bad guy

Chapter 1

Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, ding ding ding!

When Zhao Xun woke up in a daze, Yue Mo heard a knocking sound in his ears.

The voice was so distinct, so clear, that he was agitated.

The upstairs decoration has been installed for three months, but it still doesn't look good. If it continues like this for half a year, it won't be able to pay off the work.

Poor Zhao Xun managed to take a vacation. He couldn't sleep in even if he wanted to, and was woken up early.As a liberal arts dog, I always have the habit of staying up late to write. It is really painful to be woken up when I sleep late.

Because the room was drawn with two layers of thick curtains, it was pitch black to look around.

This is Zhao Xun's daily habit before going to bed. Because he sleeps lightly and cannot see the light, he will draw two layers of curtains to block the sun.

He casually touched the bedside lamp, but bumped into a hard object.

hiss!
Zhao Xun gasped in pain, but he was full of doubts.

what happened?

He touched it carefully, and it seemed to be something like a wooden board.

Just when he was confused, he heard someone crying: "My miserable son, why did you go like this? What should you do if you are called a mother?"

The voice was obviously that of a woman, and it choked up intermittently, it was extremely miserable.

"Madam, please be patient. Although Brother Xun has passed away, there are still Chun'er and Lian'er. My Zhao family lineage will not decline."

Then there was a very majestic voice, but there was a sense of exhaustion and helplessness faintly revealed in the majesty.

The woman still couldn't stop crying.

"Ma'am, what are you doing? Why are you bothering? The matter has come to this point, brother Xun should be buried in peace. Are you going to nail the remaining nails or should I nail them?"

Originally, Zhao Xun listened very seriously, but he couldn't help being surprised when he heard this.

How is this going?Could it be that he was hallucinating?

It shouldn't be... The voice is so clear, as if it is close at hand.

Zhao Xun was wondering, and heard the woman crying again: "Brother Xun is the flesh that fell from me after all, master, let me see him off for the last time."

Then came the familiar voice again, Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding, Dang Dang Dang!

hiss!
Now Zhao Xun couldn't help gasping, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.At this moment, he is sure that this is not the sound of decoration, this sound is coming from less than a few tens of centimeters away from him!
As for the conversations just now, it wasn't that he had hallucinations, but that they really existed.

Contacting those conversations just now, Zhao Xun understood that he should be in a coffin at this moment.

"No!"

Zhao Xun yelled violently, then felt as if his soul had come out of his body, and sat up suddenly.

He beat the coffin lid like crazy, and let out a cry for help.

"Help, help!"

From the perspective of those outside the coffin, such a scene is naturally very terrifying.

Immediately, Zhao Xun heard a burst of shouting.

"The corpse is cheated, the corpse is cheated."

The coffin was not crucified just now, Zhao Xun used all his strength to knock on the coffin lid, and then the coffin lid shook for a while, further confirming the fact of "deceitful corpse".

"Master, this, this"

"Ma'am, don't be afraid."

Zhao Xun naturally had no time to take care of these things, and after realizing that no one would help him, he began to beat the coffin lid harder.

The air in the coffin was very thin, and he already felt a little lack of oxygen at this moment. If he didn't open the coffin lid as soon as possible, he might suffocate and die here.

The instinct to survive made Zhao Xun use unprecedented strength, and after several beatings, he actually knocked the coffin lid open.

Then he stood up reflexively.

He opened his eyes but closed them immediately because he suddenly entered a strong light environment from a dark environment.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around. The room was full of mourning banners, the big ones were three feet six, and the small ones were one foot four, all wrapped in white cloth.

As for the elegiac couplets, joss sticks, and pottery, everything is available.

The house was full of relatives and friends who mourned, and the lower hall was also lined up to play mourning and music.

Zhao Xun even found out about the monk who was chanting scriptures and mantras, apparently to save him.

Zhao Xun couldn't believe his eyes.

It's impossible to be so real when filming a movie. If a film and television drama has this level of service, it won't be angered by netizens.

Could it be that he crossed over?

He was full of doubts, but before he could ask a question, a very majestic voice came.

"You Xun'er, are you a human or a ghost?"

Zhao Xun was startled when he heard it, the voice seemed very familiar, wasn't it the voice of the man who revealed helplessness and exhaustion in his majesty just now?

He fixed his eyes and saw that he was a middle-aged man with an Eguan Bo belt, with a burly and tall figure.This life has a Chinese character face. Although the face is a bit vicissitudes, it can still be seen that its foundation is good, and the facial features are extremely delicate. He must have been handsome when he was young.

Beside him should be the woman just now.

This woman is also approaching middle age, but she is obviously younger than the man, with a very well-proportioned body.This life has an oval face, bright eyes and white teeth, eyebrows like Liu Yue.If it weren't for the pear blossoms that were too sad and crying, they would have looked more beautiful.

The one thing the two have in common is that they are both plain.

"Of course I'm human, where is this?"

Zhao Xun feels that the most important problem now is to find out where he is, even if he really crosses over, this is something that needs to be resolved urgently.

Otherwise, he, a person who doesn't know his identity, has no choice but to pretend to be crazy here, wouldn't he be manipulated at will.

After finally time travelling, he can't embarrass the vast number of traversers.

"My son, it is true that my son has come back to life. My son is not dead, my son is not dead. Bodhisattva bless, Buddha bless. It is not in vain that I eat fast and chant Buddha for so many years, and I have accumulated immeasurable merit for our Zhao family. Goodness, good"

The woman took a few steps forward, gently caressing the face of Shangzi Zhao Xun who was standing in the coffin, and said with a sob: "It's fine, it's fine. Come on, send the young man back to the room, Instruct the small kitchen to make a bowl of noodles. The little father-in-law has been in a coma for a few days, and he can't eat too hard things. It is most suitable to warm his stomach with noodles."

Zhao Xun still couldn't believe his eyes until now.Did he really time travel?But why does he have no perception of this world?

Could it be that there shouldn't be a whole set of temples and rivers and lakes instilled in his body?

What about his memory?What about the system?Where is Goldfinger?

Aren't these all necessary things for traversers?
Traveling unprepared like this, not playing cards according to the routine, playing with a hammer.

Zhao Xun only felt angry and bloody, and was very angry.But just as he was about to ask a question, he felt his body go limp, his eyes darkened, and he passed out again.

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