The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 89 Shilan Barren Tomb ([-])

"Sorry to bother you, let's get out of here!"

Huo Xiang took a breath of cold air and turned around to run away without hesitation. However, the incredible sound of breaking through the air behind him made him worry about the person behind him and he had to turn around again and slashed at him with a knife, but the knife was caught by "King" The incoming claws were easily grasped, and the friction made the sound of gold and stone.

What kind of monster is it?

Huo Xiang couldn't resist it at all. Looking at the black claws holding the blade of his knife, he felt terrified.

The corpse king's face is pale and delicate, with a handsome appearance, but a pair of claws are quite terrifying, covered with purple and black blood vessels.

The nails are about two inches long and pitch black, giving people a very ominous feeling.

The Corpse King pressed against the knife and threw the two of them out of the hole.

Above the cave is a tall, magnificent and resplendent tomb, in which stands a huge white jade coffin, carved in the shape of a lotus and surrounded by layers.

At this time, the lid of the coffin was scattered on the ground, and there was nothing inside.

The entire tomb was extremely luxurious, with countless gold and silver treasures, but the ground was covered with cracked bloody runes, and a large black hole measuring one foot square in the middle completely ruined the beauty.

Huo Xiang came up from that cave.

The tomb was probably built above the underground cave, separated from the underground cave by a layer of stone and copper plates about seven feet thick. The top was a stone with a special texture painted with runes.

It was supposed to be an extremely solid existence, but I don't know what the Corpse King did just now to make such a big hole collapse here.

"Okay, hungry!"

The Corpse King opened and closed his thin lips slightly, made a hoarse and obscure sound, and slapped Huo Xiang on the head with his palm.

The next second, he was frozen in place by a voice.

The voice trembled slightly, with hesitation and disbelief. It sounded ordinary and soft, but he couldn't help but stopped, restraining his anxiety and anger and not moving forward.

"Piansheng?"

Wanyanjing tried her best to widen her eyes and discern the appearance of the Corpse King.

Shi Piansheng was actually Shi Piansheng.

Shi Piansheng, who followed Huo Xiang in the battle against Fengdu, but unfortunately died without any bones left.

With this tattered black gold armor and delicate face, Wan Yanjing would never admit her mistake.

Shi Piansheng retracted his claws and allowed Huo Xiang to retreat without making any other moves.

He tilted his head slightly, his face still expressionless, and his dark eyes looked at them, seemingly focused yet empty.

"Pian Sheng, Pian Sheng..." He muttered words, and his tone gradually became familiar, unlike the unfamiliar and paused words before.

"Shi Piansheng?" Huo Xiang asked breathlessly, shivering and holding the knife in one hand. The hand that had just been fighting Shi Piansheng had been bent back at a bizarre angle, making him tremble in pain.

He closed his eyes and knocked his wrist on the ground cruelly, and the heartbreaking pain was barely relieved.

"Is it Shi Piansheng, the former deputy general of King Wuxuan?" Huo Xiang looked up and down warily at the thing in front of him, whether it was a human or a ghost.

He knew about the past of the original owner and knew that there was such a person beside the original owner, but he had never seen him. He heard that he died fighting with the original owner.

Every time someone mentioned this loyal young general, they expressed regret.

It's sad to see a talented person die young, but it's terrifying to see someone who has been dead for more than a month suddenly appear in a mysterious tomb, can still talk, and seems to have some sanity to remember his name.

"It should be him..." Wan Yanjing's voice became smaller and smaller.

The body was indeed that of Shi Piansheng, and he responded to her name, but there was no breathing or heartbeat, and he had grown sharp and terrifying claws, which was far different from the smiling and hearty young general in her memory.What happened in the battle at Fengdu?
In the past, she had no interest in Huo Xiang's fighting and killing, and occasionally read the military manual casually.

The frontier battlefield is Huo Xiang's home field. As a former princess of a subjugated country, Wan Yanjing never gets involved in it. Her sights have always been on the three-acre land in the capital, taking care of the royal relatives who come to Beijing, and understanding the officialdom. The twists and turns in the inner house are what she should do.

But now, she began to wonder what happened that day that caused Huo Xiang to lose his memory and Shi Piansheng to become what he is now.

Was she here by accident or was it intentional by the people behind the scenes?
Who transported Shi Piansheng's body here?

The starting point of everything seems to go back to the day when Huo Xiang was seriously injured. Only by understanding what happened that day can we sort out all the clues.

"Shi Piansheng, yes, my name is Shi Piansheng, I'm so hungry... Piansheng is so hungry..." Shi Piansheng stood there, then slowly squatted down and hugged himself tightly, like a child with nowhere to go. , only muttering his name and hunger.

Huo Xiang was alert for a while and found that Shi Piansheng didn't seem to have any intention of attacking. He took a few steps away and began to observe the huge tomb.

According to his eyes, the tomb was almost as big as a stadium. On the ground were exquisite gold, silver and jade objects. Some of the jade objects were broken, but most of them were well preserved.

There are four golden dragons occupying the four corners of the tomb, roaring towards the sky, each biting a pearl the size of a human head, emitting bright golden light.

The pearl here broke Huo Xiang's understanding of the night pearl.

Different from the luminous pearls in the previous life that could only emit weak light, this world has this kind of pearl that can illuminate the dark night and be as bright as the day. Although it is also called a luminous pearl, I really don’t know what its composition is.

It is clearly visible that the walls on all sides of the tomb are lifelike bronze paintings of dragons and phoenixes, with a closed tomb door on each of them leading to unknown directions.

Huo Xiang swept away a clean area, slowly put Wan Yanjing down, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Would you like some water?" Huo Xiang brushed away the strands of hair stuck to Wan Yanjing's cheeks and handed the bottle to her mouth.

Wan Yanjing closed her eyes, frowned and shook her head slightly to express her rejection.

"How do you feel? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Huo Xiang's voice rang in Wanyanjing's ears. She opened her eyes, but quickly closed them again. Her eyelashes fluttered quickly and uneasily, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She was obviously enduring a lot of pain.

"Dizziness, headache... I don't feel comfortable anywhere."

A wet thing snaked between the nose and flowed to the lips, which was a little itchy.

But soon a hand reached up and wiped it away.

Wanyanjing felt a little panicked: "Did I have a nosebleed?"

Wouldn't that be ugly?
Even though she was extremely uncomfortable, this was the first thing she thought of.

Huo Xiang didn't reply to her for a long time, and there was no sound in the tomb except Shi Piansheng's mumbling.

Wanyanjing felt a hand covering the top of her head while she was in a daze, and a sigh came from her ears. It was Huo Xiang's voice, but the tone was very low.

"Don't worry, I will definitely take you out..."

　One chapter of fishing in the night shift.

　　There has been no update for a long time, and Kavin is anxious. The subsequent plot outline has been revised many times and he is still not satisfied.

　　It’s almost 20 words, and I’ve reached my bottleneck. Coupled with procrastination and constant criticism about trivial academic matters, it’s really uncomfortable.

　　The update is indeed too slow. I'm sorry for my friends. I suggest you to keep up the good work.

　　It should be finished. This book is planned to be a long novel of 50+ words. I wrote tens of thousands of words in the early stage just for the outline and character settings. If I don’t finish it, I won’t be able to understand the idea!
　　Because of the extremely slow update speed, I apologize to all you fellow veterans out there!

　　
　
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