The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi was sure that at a certain moment, these heads were really planning to drag her down and make her their companion—just like those human flowers.

As long as you become one of them, you will add a bit of richness to the evil and evil here.

Su Nanzhi has been contaminated with too many similar auras, she can easily become their kind, and at the same time, once she becomes a ghost, she is bound to be powerful.

Su Nanzhi stepped on the head and fire on the soles of her feet, and stepped across the bridge made of human heads without any danger.

She was expressionless.

The 7-year-old Su Nanzhi may be afraid, but the 18-year-old is no longer able to.

She has no right to be afraid. Between survival and fear, she has already made her own decision.

She must go to the deepest part of this jade vein.

She suspects that this is the real Chi You's tomb.

An idea faintly took root in his heart.

The people who came in behind seemed to be entangled by those hand flowers, and Su Nanzhi didn't turn around to take care of him.

She kept walking deeper, and the more she walked in, the more she felt the purity of the dragon vein breath inside.

But why?

People who have already died in the long river of history, what are they struggling with?

Su Nanzhi knew that legends were just legends, gods and ghosts may not be true, but it was hard to tell lies, she knew the existence of Chi You.

But those cognitions, in front of the scene in front of them, seem too superficial.

She came to the depths of this dragon vein. The temperature here is much lower. It is not as hot as the magma just experienced. It is a bit chilly here.

Su Nanzhi saw a wooden coffin.

Judging from the material and color precipitation, this wooden coffin has gone through a long period of time.

As it got closer, the smell of dust also rushed over.

Coffins are naturally not a symbol of auspiciousness in the country's culture.

But the coffin is a very closed space.

The best red sandalwood coffin can contain the soul, and the wooden coffin in front of you is red sandalwood.

Su Nanzhi watched from a distance. There was a long period of barrier between them, so far away.

"tick"

"tick"

"..."

Water dripped down from the stone wall, and dripped on a puddle of water. Some wind and grass moved somewhere, and in this cave, it seemed to turn into a weak sigh.

Finally, Su Nanzhi took a step forward.

She walked to the wooden coffin.

I can feel more clearly the vibration of the soul coming from inside, no, there are other things besides this wooden coffin and ruby—or should I say, the blood jade mine nourishing this soul.

Something else was nourishing this broken soul.

Abnormal protrusion——

Su Nanzhi's eyes widened suddenly, and then she took a big step back before and after the coffin boards of the wooden coffin were raised.

A cloud of black mist lingered on the coffin board, which was not a good symbol.

This is not in line with common sense.

It is understandable that a great person is buried in a place with prosperous dragon veins, but the energy of dragon veins and ghost energy are obviously in conflict, so how could it be possible to show a mutual growth?

All of a sudden, wailing rang out in her ears, the wind was strong, and the black mist was lingering, and the surrounding scenes changed in an instant.

The person in the coffin—or something that shouldn't be called a person—was waking up.

Ghost gas is increasing.

For a moment, the scene in front of her changed, and she saw this scene.

Ghosts of the night.

It is rare to see a night parade of ghosts, at most twice a year, one is the Ghost Festival, on that day, the gates of ghosts are open, and the other is Qingming.

But today, it's neither.

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