The spirited and scattered ancient immortal cheats corpses in the world of self-cultivation

Chapter 132 The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 41
Mo Yiyi and Wu Yao were sucked into the secret realm at the same time, and then a strong force wanted to separate the two, but Wu Yao didn't want Wu Yao to turn his palm into a knife and split that force!
But this force is the force of rules, and it is not something that Wu Yao can resist. This force was only dispersed for a moment, and then rushed forward with greater force, trying to separate the two of them again!

Wu Yao knew he couldn't do anything, so he let it go.

He didn't gain anything from the test just now.

Mo Yiyi didn't feel anything, only felt that his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he felt that the whole world was shaking.

She adjusted for a long while before the swaying feeling became real, and her five senses also resumed working, allowing her to determine the cause of the swaying feeling.

She is sitting in a small couch, and she is the only one in the sedan chair. She is wearing plain clothes, and she is touching the top of her head with her hands. Her hair is simply tied into a bun, and there is only one thing on her head. When it was taken off, it was a plain white flower hairpin.

The veil she held in her hand was also white, without any embroidery on it, and a large piece of the veil was wet, and when she wiped her face with her hand, there were still many water spots on her face.

This is crying.

Mo Yiyi guessed that she should be going to the funeral now, and the dead person should have a close relationship with her. Her status should not be high, and the sedan chair is crowded and bumpy, not like something that rich people would hire.

But the material on her body is not bad, it should be made of fine cotton, which should be considered a good thing in the mortal world.

While she was exploring the information on her body, the people who followed the sedan chair outside probably tried to speak because they were afraid that the people in the sedan chair would faint from crying because they could not hear the cries in the sedan chair.

"Daughter-in-law of the Chen family, don't be too sad. If Miss sees you like this, she will definitely not leave at ease. Daughter-in-law of the Chen family, are you okay?"

The so-called daughter-in-law of the Chen family should be her.

Mo Yiyi responded in the sedan chair, which was considered a response.

The people outside the sedan chair were relieved when they heard the commotion inside and found out that they hadn't passed out. After saying a few words of comfort, they stopped talking.

However, Mo Yiyi, who was in the sedan chair, really fainted right now.

After she accepted the identity of the Chen family's daughter-in-law, a memory belonging to the Chen family's daughter-in-law flooded in, and Mo Yiyi was forced to watch all her memories.

In fact, there are not many memories belonging to this identity.

The owner of this identity is seventeen years old and has just been married for a year. He was sold to the owner's house since he was a child.

She was five years younger than her young lady. When she came to her young lady's side, her young lady had already been accompanied by first-class maids and second-class maids, and she was just a third-class maid who cleaned the yard.

Originally, the fate of the master with this identity should be to marry the young lady together as a dowry after she gets married. If the young lady of the main family needs it, she may also serve as a housemaid for the male master, serving the young lady who is sometimes inconvenient.

But her young lady's marriage was not going well, and she dragged on until she was in her 20s without getting married.

The young lady was kind-hearted, and she didn't want to forcefully drag the maids around her to live their best years, so she slowly released them after they reached sixteen.

Because all the first and second class maids in front were released to marry someone, the original owner was promoted to the position of second class maid.

When she was sixteen, she was also arranged to get married.

She married a steward in the property of a friend of Miss's boudoir, who manages a cloth shop. She is good-looking and capable, and being able to marry the other party can be regarded as a good destination for this identity.

However, who would have thought that after she had only been married for a year, someone in the mansion sent a letter saying that the young lady had gone and wanted them, the maids who had been released, to come back for the funeral.

These memories are a lot to say, but not many in reality. After all, she is not really possessed by a living person. These memories are not so much memories as an introduction to this identity, and only the more important parts are roughly extracted. I talked about it.

For example, who is this young lady, what does she look like, what is her surname, what kind of rough work does she do in the mansion, where is the lady's yard in the mansion, what was her name before she married, what was her married husband's name, how old was she? What it looks like, how the couple get along with each other on a daily basis, none of these.

The sedan chair wobbled for a long time, and finally landed on the ground, and Mo Yiyi also opened his eyes amidst the shock of landing.

As the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, a sweaty nun poked her head in with wide-open, dark eyes.

"Daughter-in-law of the Chen family, the daughter-in-law of the Chen family is here, it's time for you to come down."

Mo Yiyi and those dark eyes looked at each other for a while, and then moved slowly, wiping away tears while getting off the sedan chair.

"My lady, my poor lady, she is so nice, how could she walk in front of me!"

Tears were like broken beads, they came as soon as they were said, and soon soaked the veil again.

Seeing Mo Yiyi crying, the mother's strange big eyes slowly returned to normal, and her somewhat pale face also warmed up, turning into a normal waxy white and flushed after a quick walk.

While Mammy reached out to wipe the sweat from her head and face, she also reached out to help Mo Yiyi, who seemed to be crumbling, and still comforted her.

"Miss Chen, don't cry. Miss is kind-hearted. You girls were the ones I couldn't let go of the most during my lifetime. I got married again and again... Sigh, my lady has a bad life, but she has a good heart. She arranged for you all. Good people, if you still think of Miss in the future, you should be good. If you have the heart, you will burn incense every morning and evening in the future, and Miss will not love you in vain."

Mo Yiyi's hand was on the sleeve of this nanny, and only her fingertips touched the back of Nanny's hand.

The backs of Mammy's hands were warm, as if they were alive, and even after walking for a long distance, the backs of her hands were still a little damp.

Mo Yiyi got off the sedan chair, looking around.

The sedan chair stopped outside a house with a plaque on the Zhao Mansion, the sky was gray, the road was spacious but there were no people there, there were other mansions on the side and opposite of the Zhao Mansion, but those mansions were very deserted and not popular at all. .

In the whole street, it seems that only the Zhao residence and some human voices are left.

However, there were white lanterns and white silk hanging at the gate of the Zhao residence, it was obvious that the master had gone to the residence.

Mo Yiyi stepped out of the small sedan chair, which was quite bumpy before, but now there was not even a bearer, only her and the nanny supporting her.

Mo Yiyi followed Mammy's movements and walked forward, crying as she walked.

The body she is using now is a bit strange, as if she has a shell on herself, she can feel some sense of restraint, and the expression and limbs of this body are completely controlled by her consciousness, when she wants to cry, the tears will Flowing from the eyes, if you want to make a sad look, her face can make a sad look.

Even if she felt that she should be on the verge of collapse, her body would show a state of being unable to bear it and about to faint.

Mo Yiyi felt that this shell was a bit magical, and some wanted to try to see where the upper limit of this shell was. For example, if she wanted to become a Mahayana herself, would she also have the strength of a Mahayana?

It's just that Mo Yiyi still wants to go out while she's in a secret place. The nun next to her is obviously different, and now is not the best time for her to try.

So she wiped her tears and played the role of the Chen family lady as much as possible.

Mo Yiyi cried and walked into the door of Zhao's residence. As soon as she stepped in, Mo Yiyi saw the coffin parked in the yard.

There was not a single person near the coffin. A black ghostly aura lingered around the coffin. The white silk flowers placed on the coffin looked extremely glaring.

Mo Yiyi swayed as if he was unsteady, and then cried even louder!
She brushed away the hand that the nanny was holding onto her at some point, and stumbled towards the coffin parked in the yard. After falling several times, she got up again, and finally fell in front of the coffin, leaning against the edge of the coffin and crying .

"Miss, miss, you are such a good person, how can you walk in front of me? Servants are humble, and the good life now is the charity of the lady. Miss is such a good person, why, why!... Wow ah ah ah , my miss!!!!..."

Mo Yiyi cried while holding on to the coffin, not caring if the handkerchief in her hand fell off, just pawing at the coffin, as if she wanted to remove the boards of the coffin to see if her young lady was really lying in it.

Then Mo Yiyi heard a deep and slightly hoarse male voice speak.

"Go and help her up, don't let my sister go uneasy."

As the man's voice fell, she was grabbed by the arms of the two and dragged up abruptly.

Then when Mo Yiyi watched with tears in her eyes, she was already in the mourning hall. There were people standing inside and outside the mourning hall, and everyone looked sad. Put paper in the pot of fire.

The little boy was still young, and he might not understand the meaning of life and death, but he was taught to keep a straight face, and he didn't make any inappropriate expressions.

And the coffin where Mo Yiyi was crying had also turned into the altar, and the inner and outer coffins were parked behind the altar, and the coffin at the back could not be seen from the front.

Her gaze swept across the ebony tablet placed on the altar, and then she couldn't restrain herself from crying.

"Miss, miss, why is your life so hard..."

She cried fiercely, but her voice dropped. Her appearance would only make people who saw her feel that she was really sad, but not bored.

Seeing her crying, the two servants who set her up were really sad, and the movements of their hands also slowed down and became much gentler.

Mo Yiyi was dragged to the side of the mourning hall by the servants, there were many girls who were dressed similarly to her were also crying, but it could be seen that some were really sad, while some just lowered their heads and put on a show.

Mo Yiyi was put on a futon, but instead of kneeling on it like other girls, she spread out on it, fell to the ground and continued to cry.

She looked really sad, so no one thought she was being unruly, and it gave her a chance to observe her surroundings.

The women kneeling on her side were dressed in women's buns or maids' buns, all with plain white flowers on their heads. Mo Yiyi guessed that these should be the maids of that Miss Zhao.

Not to mention, there are quite a few of them.

And this Zhao family didn't know what they were thinking, the maids they chose for their young lady were all quite pretty, not to mention pretty, but they also had delicate features and a slim figure.

Among this group of women, there are two fake crying.

One is a little maid, she is not very old, only about ten years old, she should be promoted after they got married.

The little maid didn't cry, she lowered her head, her face was full of panic, probably worried about her future life.

And the other one was a woman with a woman's hair bun who was kneeling not far from her.

She lowered her head, as if she was thinking about something, her pale face looked a little sickly, but the expression on her face did not show any sadness, on the contrary, there was a kind of puzzled emotion.

Apart from the maids kneeling on this side, the other servants in the mansion were kneeling on the other side.

Although this young lady is old, she is not yet married, nor does she have a child in her husband's family, so this crying spirit can only be made up by servants.

Even the child who is a filial son, wearing hemp and mourning to burn paper for that lady, may have temporarily found a child from a relative with a similar blood relationship to be on top of him!
Besides these kneeling ones, there are four standing ones in the mourning hall, two men and two women.

Among them, a man and a woman are older, and they should be the young lady's parents.There was also a man and a woman, Mo Yiyi guessed that they should be the elder brother and sister-in-law of the dead lady.

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