Quick Transmigration: I'm a little expert at dismantling CP

Chapter 862
As soon as her hand touched the board, Sang Xin shivered from the bone-chilling cold, and then suddenly put down the board.

She raised her hand to breathe out the heat, but found that the palm of her hand was black!
Is the cloudiness already so heavy?Unexpectedly, even the color of the hand can be changed, and Sang Xin also felt a chill running down the hand to the bottom of her heart.

It seems that I can no longer use ordinary methods to get this board, otherwise I will definitely be frozen to death, and I will still be frozen to death by Yin Qi!
Sang Xin thought for a while, and took out a pair of silver shoes and jade flake gloves from her luggage. In short, it was a pair of gloves made of silver thread and jade flakes in series, which could effectively prevent the corrosion of Yin Qi.

After putting on this pair of gloves, Sang Xin went to lift that piece of wood again, and immediately felt much better, and she no longer had the feeling of being so cold that her fingers were about to freeze off.

It's really strange, since there is so much resentment here, why did Princess Jing put her precious son in a coffin and put it in this place?What's more, it happened to be the place with the most yin energy, and Li Qingrou's body was buried underneath.

Perhaps this monster son was not very normal from the beginning, but if he hadn't been placed in this kind of place, the situation would have been better than before, right?

Although Sang Xin doesn't sympathize with Princess Jing, she can understand a mother's selfless love for her son.But why on earth would she do it?

While thinking about it, the board had been lifted, Sang Xin took a deep breath, and touched the floor tile.

A cold, desperate, and strong resentment hit her, and Sang Xin felt that her soul was about to be frozen to pieces.

"Ma Dan, it feels like the baby is cleaning up the mess for others, this is obviously the fault of the previous missionaries!" Sang Xin was furious, but instead of feeling nervous, she tore off the last floor tile in one go.

A powerful airflow shot out into the sky, if Sang Xin hadn't reacted in time, she might have been thrown out of Prince Jing's mansion and returned to the earth with glory.

Can you still live like this?Sang Xin felt that it was impossible, so she had to be more careful in the end!

But even though he was not lifted into the sky by the air current, Sang Xin's arm was still cut with scars by the wind blade, bleeding profusely.

Gritting her teeth and waiting for the air to dissipate, Sang Xin returned to the opened floor tiles, and only saw one part of Li Qingrou's body, the abdomen, on which was also nailed a soul-suppressing nail.

Well, pull out this nail!Sang Xin stretched out her hand to pull out the nail. Naturally, she was so cold that she almost lost her finger, but luckily she managed to pull it out in the end.

After the first nail was taken out, the floor tiles next to it cracked one after another, exposing the remaining part where the Soul Requiem nail was nailed. Sang Xin tried her best to take out the nail, and finally reached the head.

What a face full of human pain and resentment!When Sang Xin saw it for the first time, she felt touched to her soul, and an indescribable feeling hit her heart.

As if being controlled, even though her fingers were about to freeze, Sang Xin pulled out the soul nails located at the head and throat of the female corpse without hesitation.

Then the ground collapsed again, and Sang Xin fell directly beside the female corpse, and her hand touched a cold metal object.

She picked it up and saw that it was an ever-burning lamp, responsible for guiding the soul to the path of rebirth.

Looking at this lamp, Sang Xin seemed to understand something. Fortunately, she carried flint with her every day, so it should be no problem to light the lamp to guide the soul on the way to rebirth.

(End of this chapter)