Chapter 3

"Mo Jingyao, are you alive?" Yu se sat up in disbelief, then his fingertips fell on Mo Jingyao's lips, soft and breathing.

Yu se opened her eyes and looked at the jade necklace on Mo Jingyao's neck and the birthmark on her arm. It seemed that everything that had just flooded into her mind was real.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have any internal force now. If there is any internal force described in those words, maybe Mo Jingyao has already woken up by this time.

But it's just that he's alive.

"BAM, BAM, BAM..." Yu se knocked on the top of the red coffin, "let me out, Mo Jingyao woke up, let me out, Mo Jingyao woke up..."

In order to go out, in order to survive, Yu SE's hand is very strong, and his voice is also bold.

"Ma'am, the young grandmother said the young master was awake." Outside the red coffin, the Mohist who was scattering soil heard the sound, stopped his movements and got up to report to Luo Wanyi.

Luo Wanyi's eyes were sad, and her tears were like rain. "I also want Jingyao to live, but it's a pity..."

Yu Jingan comes forward, "metaphor is never a child who makes trouble without reason, or..."

"Yu Jingan, I gave you 100 million yuan. I just don't want to be alone after Jingyao. It's your fortune to have a son-in-law like Jingyao. Get out of the way."

She saw with her own eyes that the machine inserted in Mo Jingyao's body stopped beating. How could a person be reborn after death? It was just a metaphor that the child refused to accompany Jingyao.

No, Jingyao can't be alone. Thinking of this, Luo Wanyi raised her hand and said, "continue."

so several people quickly waved the shovel in their hands, and soon they sealed the red coffin and repaired the tomb.

Maybe it was because the women in the coffin were knocking so loud that they couldn't listen to the tragedy of burying the dead alive. Therefore, all the people moved very quickly. It took only ten minutes to seal the new tomb skillfully.

Luo Wanyi looks at the group photo of Mo Jingyao and the color metaphor on the tombstone, and then looks at the white chrysanthemums neatly placed in front of the tomb. She wipes her tears and turns away.

The cemetery was very quiet.

The blood stained fist fell down heavily.

Xu is she has been shouting that the only air in the red coffin is getting thinner and thinner.

It's useless for her to shout any more when the people are gone.

The metaphor calmed down.

Once again, search your mind for ways to get out of the red coffin.

The nine meridians and eight meridians can be learned one hour a day in a month.

Metaphor directly negates this method.

A month later, she was going to be white.

The quick method of nine Yin Tai meridians can be completed in five minutes, but it has a loss on the five zang organs and six Fu organs. After using this method, you must use the method of nine channels and eight channels to practice for two hours to repair the five viscera and six Fu organs.

The former is the natural choice between damaging the five viscera and six Fu organs and forming white bone.

Five minutes later, a hole was opened in the neat new tomb, and the metaphor was breathing with a big mouth.

Finally, she can get out.

Turning to see Mo Jingyao, if she went out alone, the Mohists would still take her into the tomb after she found her.

Rather than accompany the dead Mo Jingyao, she might as well take him out. At least, there is no need to die.

From the graveyard to the hut of the old man guarding the tomb, he pushed open the door of the hut with a head higher than her, and said, "uncle, lend me your mobile phone."

"What's the matter, girl?" Seeing Yu Se and Mo Jingyao, although his clothes are a little strange, I have only seen the car of the Mohist before, but I have not seen the old man guarding the tomb of the Mohist people. He does not doubt anything. He thinks that he is a passer-by. However, the mobile phone is still kindly handed over.

Metaphor color soft smile, "lost in the mountains, he was hungry fainted in the past, I called to let my family come to pick us up, thank you Abe."

She remembers the phone number that the Mohist family called Yu Jingan. There was only a ring and she picked it up, "Mo house, who is it, please?"

"I'm Yu se. Jingyao and I are together. Please send a car to pick him up..."

The next second, there is only the "Di Di Di Di" blind tone in the mobile phone, and the Mohist servant has already hung up