The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1781 Take a look, the Demon Subduing Pestle is being opened

Zong Zhengyu's eyes were red, and he watched helplessly as the drop of blood was pushed into the Demon Subduing Pestle.

The blood entered the Demon Subduing Pestle, and the shimmering Demon Subduing Pestle suddenly became brighter.

Feng Canglan looked at the bright white light in mid-air, which was constantly spinning, and his heart sank rapidly.

Day and night, she thought about opening the magic pestle and was about to succeed, but she wasn't even half happy.

Looking at the light symbolizing opening, Feng Canglan's hands and feet were cold.

Looking at the almost blinding light, Feng Canglan only felt his mind go blank, and there was a busy sound in his ears.

Before, she was happy and excited every time she had the hope of opening the magic pestle.

This time, only the whole body was cold.

Often, what is most feared will come.

And what she was most afraid of was running fast at this time.

At this moment, she hoped that the drop of blood that Yunya said to open the magic pestle was fake.

All the firmness just now disappeared in an instant the moment he saw the light win.

She felt that it was just a verification, and all thoughts were assumptions.

Maybe it's just my own imagination.

Have the courage to continue.

The current situation is simply rubbing her courage and trust on the ground.

Why is it like this!

It's one thing to imagine it, it's another to see it for yourself.

The heart seems to be torn apart by life, and the heart-piercing pain spreads from the heart to all the limbs.

She had difficulty breathing because of the pain, and she trembled all over because of the pain.

In the end the pain was almost numb.

Feng Canglan grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly with one hand, his face was pale, and his Qiushui eyes were red.

Under the blinding white light, Zongzheng Yuyunya was startled when he saw Feng Canglan's appearance, "Lan'er!"

"Aya!"

The roar pulled Feng Canglan back from the extreme pain, looking at the two people in different directions, Feng Canglan laughed in a muffled voice, which sent chills down the spine.

"Since when did the two of you have such a good relationship?"

She slowly let go of the hand holding the skirt, and the pain on her face gradually turned into indifference.

"So good that you can lie to me together?"

Zong Zhengyu joined hands with Yunya!

Judging by Yunya's appearance, it is obvious that she knows the truth.

It's fine to seal the demon pestle for Zong Zhengyu, what a crime it is to sacrifice the common people with blood!

Ten thousand deaths are hard to atone for!
He even shouldered the burden for Zong Zhengyu!

"Lan'er?" Zong Zhengyu's pale face was full of worry, "What are you talking about? Anything can be good enough to deceive you together?"

"If you don't reach the Yellow River, you will never die!"

"No tears without the coffin!"

"Do you want me to explain things clearly?"

"Okay, I'll tell you!"

Feng Canglan's back stopped, and white light shrouded her whole body, giving people a hazy, sacred and untouchable feeling.

"Do you know what the scene of the blood sacrifice to common people I saw in Yunya's memory?"

"Yunya admits that he is the one who sacrificed blood to the common people!"

"But in that period of memory, I saw that the person who started the blood sacrifice was black-haired!"

Zong Zhengyu's eyes froze, and he stopped attacking the barrier.

"As for Yunya, he was born with albinism and has gray hair since he was a child."

"That memory overlaps with what I saw in the afterimage of the demon pestle, and it is real."

"So, that memory is real."

"But, the memory is not Yunya's!"

"The three of us were there at the time!"

Feng Canglan pointed directly at the magic-subduing pestle that was glaring at the high altitude, "Look at the magic-subduing pestle that is being opened!"

"Zong Zhengyu!" Feng Canglan groaned, with anger rolling in his eyes, "Shall I remind you, whose blood was used just now!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A sound rang out, Feng Canglan withdrew his anger-ridden gaze, and suddenly froze——

(End of this chapter)