Chapter 660

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when Zhenzi came in and saw the dead dogs, she opened her mouth in surprise.

"Masako, can you tell me why?"

Yang Zimei hoped Zhenzi could understand and asked urgently.

"I'm sorry, master, I don't know."

Zhenzi shakes her head, but Yang Zimei clearly sees her fingers trembling slightly, which is quite different from that in peacetime.

"I don't know?"

Yang Zimei eyes cold, "don't forget, I'm your master."

"Master, I really don't know, just feel inexplicably afraid." Zhen Zi bowed her head and replied.

You are a living dead person, afraid of fart!

Yang Zimei wanted to scold, but did not say.

"Take all these dead dogs out."

Yang Zimei asked her to say.

"Yes, master."

Zhenzi also carried forward her perfect maid spirit of fearing neither hardship, nor fatigue, nor stink. She carefully wrapped the mummified dogs with oilcloth and buried them in the suburbs.

Yang Zimei shovels down with a shovel, but there is a coffin underneath.

Around the coffin, there were five stars in the border, as if to suppress something.

Is this what the master did?

Didn't master always despise Japanese Yin and Yang masters as a superficial branch of Chinese ancient art?

Now why do you always use Pentagram?

She was too lazy to crack it one by one, so she took moye sword from her own room and drew several strokes on it.

The dense wumang star boundary was dashed by the sword and disappeared.

Coffins are ordinary coffins, painted wood and so on. They are still very new. It seems that they have been buried for a long time.

Yang Zimei nervously lifted the lid of the coffin, and then the whole body was frozen, tears streaming

In the coffin lay no one else. It was his master, Li Yuqing. With his eyes closed, he looked very peaceful, as if he was asleep.

"Teacher Father... " Yang Zimei's voice trembled and her hands trembled, touching Yuqing's face.

Found his face still has the body temperature of the living, the heart is happy, hastily reaches out to touch his pulse, still have slight pulse.

"Master --"

Yang Zimei cried out in surprise and joy, and quickly picked him up from the coffin.

Now she found that the master's body was very light and light.

When she was six years old, she was full of strength and bones. When she was six years old, her master always held her and raised her with a handful of excrement and urine.

At that time, the master was as heavy as Mount Tai in her eyes and was her most reliable reliance.

Now, it's his turn to hold the master, but he is so light.

Yang Zimei carefully placed him on the side of the bed, instilled vitality into him with a silver needle, and put the Millennium ginseng tablets into his mouth, which suspended his anger.

Zhenzi came in and saw the situation in front of her eyes and asked in surprise, "is the Taoist priest back?"

Yang Zimei turned back and glared at her angrily, "don't you say that master is away from home? Why is master in the coffin under the ground

Zhen Zi blinked her eyes innocently and shook her head. "Master, I really don't know. That's how he went out that day and let me tell you."

"Meow --"

the black cat came in and blinked her dark green eyes at Yuqing, who was still lying on the bed. Her expression seemed to see an acquaintance.

Yang Zimei didn't notice the black cat's expression. She checked the master's life and body. It was basically in a normal state, but -

when she opened her eyes to see Master, she found that all his spirits were gone, and only one was left.

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