Quick Transmigration: I Become Prince Charming

It's just that the War didn't go on after all.

At the time of foreign invasion, these warlords in scuffle still put aside their mustard for the time being to resist foreign humiliation together.

Ji Rao stayed in the new tomb for nearly half a month.

He stares at the red rope on his hand. It can't be taken off. It seems to be engraved with his soul. Life brings it and death takes it away.

Also, it was the cage that bound him, but now because of Chu Xiu, he was willing to stay in this cage.

Creak, creak.

A new man died in the village. He was a scholar. He didn't go to any school before he died. Later, in troubled times, reading was even more useless. He has a lot of knowledge, but no one appreciates him. A while ago, he was infected with wind and cold, and he didn't have much money to cure his illness, so he dragged on and finally consumed himself.

The boss, who often set up a stall to sell steamed stuffed buns on the side of his house, noticed something was wrong. When he pushed the door, he saw the scholar lying on the bed and lost his breath.

Neighbors around to see him pitiful, a little money to buy him the cheapest coffin, want to dig a hole to bury people casually.

Maybe it's the poor quality of the coffin. The people carrying the coffin make a sound step by step, which is especially obvious in the silent night.

The man who carried the coffin in front wiped his forehead. Today is a cloudy day. Even in broad daylight, the light is not bright, and he always feels chilly.

"How to choose this place? It's frightening!"

The man behind him sighed, "it's close. Isn't it coming? I walk more at night. I don't have anything at all. I'm afraid of myself. You can go ahead boldly! "

There was another gust of wind, and behind them the black cloak rose and fell quickly.

When the group passed, the shadow turned and disappeared.

Feel some itch on the neck, Ji Rao impatiently opened his eyes.

"Stop it, Qin Feng."

Qin Feng came out from behind him. He threw away the Dogtail grass in his hand and took off his cloak in the other hand to show his face.

He had recovered most of his body, but half of his face was still black. Now he was covered with a half mask and looked like a normal person.

"How do you know it's me?"

"Is there anyone else besides you?" Ji Rao lightly swept the thing in his hand.

Aware of Ji Rao's sight, Qin Feng throws down the bun in his hand, "do you want to eat it? It's hot. "

Ji Rao slowly raised his head and calmly looked in front of him. "He's looking at you."

Qin Feng turned his head, just opposite the two men who had just carried the coffin. On the coffin they were carrying, there was a pale ghost lying on it. The ghost looked at Qin Feng straightly The bun in my hand.

"You robbed his tribute. Give it back."

Jirao, take your eyes back.

The wood of the coffin was poor, and there were no funerary objects in it. These were the only fresh tributes. Ji Rao disdained to rob the poor.

Qin Feng "tut" a, his body move, then sat next to the scholar ghost.

The person in front of him suddenly sank his shoulder, changed his face, and then hesitated to speak.

"Do you think Does this coffin seem to weigh a lot? "

"Where did you plant it? Are you scared? Let's go. I'll go back in a hurry

At this point, the people in front will not think much.

Qin Feng tilted his legs, turned his head to the scholar's face, and wore a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

But the scholar was a little afraid of him and shrank back.

Qin Feng shook his hand in front of the scholar and said in a low voice, "do you want it?"