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The smell also became more and more unpleasant.

The temperature in the cave has also begun to remain high. From the previous heat wave, it feels like the whole person is in a heat wave at this moment.

Gu Yuzhu's face was pale, and the inner layer of the thick Hanfu he was wearing was soaked with sweat.

Her throat felt very uncomfortable, and she doubted whether she would faint.

He just looked at Gu Weimian who looked expressionless and turned a blind eye.

She bit her back molars tightly.

No matter what, I can't lose to her!

She caught up with Huo Yan.

Strong and patient.

The group finally reached the cave.

The line of sight suddenly became open and bright, and the layout of the entire cave was not much different from the last time Gu Weimian came.

It is still divided into upper and lower floors.

The location of the upper pagoda is surrounded by more than a hundred monks, each sitting cross-legged and chanting sutras with lowered eyes.

It's just that their clothes are much more solemn than the simple green gowns they wore last time, and everyone is wearing yellow Haiqing.

Haiqing originated from traditional Hanfu, which is a wide robe with big sleeves and a long hem. It is a formal dress in Buddhism and is only worn on important occasions.

The old monk in the middle wears a cut-out cassock with a field pattern.

According to the number of grid strips, the robes are divided into five strips, seven strips, nine strips, thirteen strips, etc. The most solemn one is twenty-five strips, also called the red ancestral robe.

At this moment, the old monk is wearing the most solemn kind.

Several white flags were also raised where the ice coffin was originally placed.

Gu Weimian couldn't understand what these white flags said, but they probably served to summon spirits.

She couldn't care less about that.

In fact, at this moment, Gu Weimian's brain was feeling dizzy, and a heavy black shadow appeared in front of his eyes.

The whole person seemed to be thrown into a washing machine, pulled and turned upside down.

Already about to faint.

Although she kept restraining herself and making herself work hard to take a deep breath.

But the chest felt like a huge stone was pressing down on it, and the lungs couldn't even relax normally.

She opened her mouth, unable to even scream.

Is this what death feels like? …

But it was much more uncomfortable than any previous clinic explosion!

It's like the soul has been torn away.

She stopped, not daring to go any further.

Fortunately, at this time, Huo Yan and others' attention was attracted by the altar in front of them.

No one noticed her.

She kept adjusting herself, closing her eyes and not looking at the monks and soul-calling flags, silently reciting the message of death in her heart.

My brain is so confused at the moment, it would be nice to be able to think of the God of Death.

The message was just a random recitation of her words.

She didn't know if it was a psychological effect or something else, but she really felt that her brain was no longer so dizzy and unbearable.

My mind started spinning again.

It's getting better.

But I heard the old housekeeper Lin’s vicissitudes of voice suddenly coming from behind me.

"Miss Huo, I see that your face looks a little bad. Do you want to stop and take a rest?"

He had been walking ahead, but since entering the cave, his eyes had not left the ice coffin. He suddenly stopped and turned his head in the direction of Gu Weimian.

Gu Yuzhu, who had been following Huo Yan, suddenly clenched his hands when he saw this, and looked at Gu Weimian behind him.

Gu Weimian never expected that old housekeeper Lin would notice something strange about her and come up to support her.