Chapter 729: The Bride in the Coffin_1
"Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven..."
Time was slipping away bit by bit!
After Xian Qianling and her companions rushed into the mountain village, they followed the broken stone path to the right and ran swiftly, just as You had instructed.
This mountain village was indeed no ordinary place!
As soon as they entered, the three felt as if they had jumped into water, as if their entire bodies were soaked through, accompanied by bone-chilling damp and cold.
Xian Qianling reacted somewhat better; after all, her strength was far greater than that of Li Tao and the others. After a brief period of adjustment, Xian Qianling, with footsteps swift as the wind, charged towards a dilapidated house that looked as if it might collapse in a strong gust.
"Black sesame, poppy flower, no rice to eat, scrape in the mud; selling their own children, intestines pierced and bellies rotten with hatred for mother. Red bolt, blue stone threshold, a well without water, cold as December; burying their birth parents in the coffin, a stench in the air, crying out for father and mother..."
It was Hong Miaomiao and Lan Zi’s voices!
Xian Qianling could confirm that the sounds were coming from the central hall of the house!
She rushed into the main hall first, with Gao Xian’s floodlight following close behind, casting its light on a coffin at the center of the hall.