The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 78 Shi Niangxian

"Huo Xiang?" Wan Yanjing called softly.

"..."

The broken thoughts came to an abrupt end.

It took Wanyanjing a long time before she heard Huo Xiang squeeze out a few words through his teeth with his back turned to her.

"Wan Yanjing? Haha, you're here too, it's great, it's great!"

Not only did he call her by her first name, but he also spoke in a sinister manner and gritted his teeth.

"Stay away from me, I don't need your help, I don't care..."

Wan Yanjing looked at the man in cassocks warily, suspecting that the person who had just spoken to her was an illusion or some kind of ghost that could be disguised, and was not the real person Huo Xiang.

Huo Xiang had been kneeling on the futon for several hours, keeping this strange posture motionless, with only his facial muscles at his disposal.

He was so tired, hungry and exhausted that he could hardly hold on.

If it weren't for that woman Wan Yanjing, he wouldn't have fallen like this.

It's all her fault, it's so hateful!
Hey, why is that woman silent?
Could it be that he left?

That woman wanted him to die, so it didn't seem strange that he left like this...

Huo Xiang's various emotions and chaotic memories were ups and downs in his mind, sometimes anger, sometimes fear, sometimes grievance, sometimes sadness...

He clasped his hands together and stared at the strange statue intently, unable to blink or move.

Huo Xiang couldn't help but shed two lines of sad noodle tears as he watched his sanity keep slipping.

"Why didn't you say anything, did you really leave? Mi, I was wrong, come and save me, wuwu, I want to go home."

Wanyanjing held Sanjiu tightly, keeping her sight limited to the one-foot-square area, and walked slowly towards the man in cassock. Her position gradually became parallel to the futon, so she took two more steps and came to the man in cassock.

Looking upward little by little, Wanyanjing's left hand gently rested on Sanjiu's blade, just in case she saw something that didn't look right and wouldn't get lost.

Inside the cassock was a brief set of green clothes, which was the same as the one Huo Xiang wore before going to bed.

Looking further up, the chin, mouth, and nose all look like Huo Xiang's. There is nothing unusual except for the redness of his eyes, and his long black hair is hanging loose.

But compared with Huo Xiang in the past, his expression at this time was too rich.

The wide cassock covered a big-framed beauty with pear blossoms and weeping in the rain. She originally had a cold and unattainable face, but now she looked embarrassed. There were tears in her eyes, and she looked sadly at Wanyan Jing behind her. The idol is as sad as a child.

"puff!"

Wan Yanjing smiled inappropriately, but quickly suppressed it under Huo Xiang's angry gaze.

She blocked Huo Xiang's sight condescendingly, quickly opened Huo Xiang's cassock with a knife, and then kicked him backwards to the ground, away from the futon.

The whole set of actions was done neatly and in one go.

Huo Xiang fell heavily to the ground, but it really worked. Without the weird cassock on him, he could move his hands and feet.

The moment Huo Xiang was kicked down, Wanyanjing realized that something was wrong.

Even with her back turned, she could still clearly feel the cold gaze behind her, a pair of eyes, or seemingly countless pairs of eyes, brutal and cold-blooded, nakedly locked on her.

The flames of the candlesticks and the densely packed tablets were trembling violently, as if they were carrying the anger of the underworld.

Ghosts cried, wolves howled, and Buddhist scriptures were chanted. Invisible resonances arose in the air. All the bones in Wanyanjing's body creaked, and they might be shattered into pieces in the next second.

"Run, run, run!!"

Wan Yanjing yelled, pulling Huo Xiang, who was staggering, towards the palace door.

The palace door was unlocked, so Wanyanjing kicked it open. After the two of them went out, they quickly closed the door.

Gui Yin Fan Chan was locked in the door, and there was a silent alley outside.

The moment the door closed, the black folding door turned red. In the center of the top was the same black plaque as elsewhere, but the words on the plaque in front of you could be seen clearly. "Shi Niangxian."

Three characters are crooked and one is ugly. When a child first learns characters, he is at this level.

But what shocked Wanyanjing was that these three characters were not ancient characters, but the current popular seal script.

The two of them were breathing heavily and helped each other out.

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

Wanyanjing and Huo Xiang looked at each other and asked questions almost at the same time.

After a few breaths, Huo Xiang made a "please" gesture, then raised his sleeves and wiped his face expressionlessly, wiping away his nose and tears, and combed his messy hair with his fingers.

Wan Yanjing finished telling her story in a few words, including the corpse, the tombstone, the coffin cart, etc.

"What about you, why are you alone, Lao Xu and Ergou? What on earth is this place?"

Huo Xiang's eyes were a bit resentful. He managed to straighten up his appearance, but the crying and fussing social death scene before continued to attack the precious thing called "self-esteem", making him want to dig out a castle with his toes. .

"You slept in the carriage by yourself last night, while I, Lao Xu, and Diao Ergou slept in the temple."

Huo Xiang paused at this point. Wanyanjing, who had been waiting for the next step, raised her eyebrows at him and urged:
"Yes, and then what?"

Huo Xiang took a deep breath: "The temple was dirty and messy, and there were bugs and rats. I really couldn't sleep and felt uncomfortable all over. Then I just got up and planned to go to the car and ask you if you have any anti-worm medicine. Bag."

"Then I found that only the horses were resting at the entrance of the temple. Our carriage was stolen and ran away by you, and you even colluded with a group of merchants to commit the crime with you."

Ha ha.

Wanyanjing's mouth twitched, thinking that Huo Xiang was quite imaginative.

"So I hurried up, but when I really followed, I realized that the carriage was gone. The Liangyuan I had been following was a group of strange mourners."

"I followed that group of people to this city. My subsequent memories were blurry. When I woke up, I was kneeling in someone else's ancestral hall as a grandson."

Wanyanjing rubbed her chin, thoughtfully: "It feels like we have entered a realm by mistake."

"Boundary?"

"Tan Chaozi, a scholar in the former dynasty, once wrote a book called "Travel Notes in the Realms of the Ten Directions", which tells the story of how he accidentally entered a strange isolated island while studying in the north. It was a severe winter in the north at that time, and there was heavy snowfall, but when he woke up It was a scorching summer on the isolated island where Lai was located, and the trees were thick and blocked the sky. He survived on the edge of the island for more than ten days and encountered the indigenous people on the island."

"Those aboriginal people drank hair and drank blood and were uncivilized. They worshiped Tan Chaozi, who was good at making tools and had martial arts, as their god. They built a statue of him and worshiped him every day. Then one day, the aborigines accused Tan Chaozi inexplicably. They are false gods, they tied up Tan Chaozi and planned to sacrifice him to the real gods."

"Tan Chaozi really saw the god as a sacrifice. He killed the god, walked out of the realm, and returned to the normal world."

Huo Xiang's brows furrowed more and more as he listened: "This, this... this sounds like a storybook written by a hoodie."

Wan Yanjing nodded: "Yes, I always thought it was a storybook for novels, but don't you think that the situation we are currently in is somewhat similar to the description in this storybook?"

Huo Xiang recalled the strange statue in the ancestral hall just now, and felt that his three views had been impacted: "It's not scientific, not scientific at all."

Wanyanjing glanced at him and thought, do you have the right to talk about unscientific things? You are the most unscientific person here.

She stretched out her left wrist to Huo Xiang, asking him to hold on tightly, and walked ahead holding Sanjiu in her right hand.

Huo Xiang was a little shocked when his eyes fell on Dan Dao Sanjiu.

"Your knife is very good..."

His voice was drowned in the huge bells that resounded in the sky.

The sky was beginning to turn white, and a ray of light shone on the white stone road, reflecting the shadows of the two of them.

Noises and voices rang out from every corner of the palace, the red door opened wide, and figures of palace people dressed in conservative ancient clothes shuttled through the alleys.

The palace is alive!
　Thank you to the end of the story—Brother Zehu for the daily recommendation votes, thank you to the end of the end—Lao Tie, you are the motivation for me to continue writing!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)