Song Jing:...

Is he going to have a chance to worship?

If you don’t worship the church, you just bury it directly. Are you just so overdoing it?

But this time she was lifted out. Song Jing saw that she was tied up tightly when she was tied up, no wonder she couldn't break free.

And she was lifted out of the coffin and was about to be put into another huge coffin.

This coffin is not black, but has a dark red tone, and there is a man who has been dead for a long time lying inside.

This time the man was not the face of Di Nanchao, but the face of a slightly handsome man. He was dead, so his face was all blue-gray, and there was no blood in sight. He lay there, his eyes closed tightly.

Corpse is also terrifying and trembling when people see it.

Song Jing realized that this was probably the eldest young master of the Liu family who Xiao Zhao married, but who he was doesn't have much to do with Song Jing, after all, she is going to be cold.

She wanted to turn her head and see that Di Nanchao and the others could not do it among the crowd.

The woman smiled sinisterly next to her, and then Song Jing was changed in another direction and then put into the coffin.

Thank goodness, they at least did not let Song Jing face to face with the body, but instead lay next to him.

She looked up like this, and could see the woman being sad sometimes, and when she saw Song Jing's vicious eyes again, she cursed in her heart a little bit of a lunatic.

With a "bang", the cover of the coffin board completely isolated Song Jing's vision.

It turned dark again before her, and she began to sing the Virgin Mary in her heart.

She was not lamenting that she was going to be cold, she was just thinking about how innocent she was, why did she encounter these unreasonable things?

She would rather be an ordinary person than see that there is such a "bizarre" side of this world.

The breathing gradually became rapid, the air inside the coffin became thinner, and it was possible to feel that the surroundings were beginning to be nailed to death. The people did not intend to give the bride any chance to live from the beginning.

Feudal superstition hurts people!

Song Jing knew that he could not fully expect Emperor Nan to conquer them, otherwise he could still cheat the corpse and cause trouble for them even if he was dead?

She knew that Xiao Zhao must be listening nearby. The bride changed her appearance for no reason. The woman and the others knew that they must have used other tricks without any doubt. Although speaking up would make the air thinner, Song Jing still asked the question from the depths of the soul.

"Why did you choose me?"

There are so many people, why do you choose Song Jing as the bride?

A sound of wind blew past his ears, and Song Jing heard a gentle sentence: "I have no choice..."

Song Jing: "You are too much, I was sorry that I was thinking about robbing the bride before!"

Xiao Zhao: "..."

Hearing Xiao Zhao's words and unable to feel Xiao Zhao's shadow, Song Jing asked: "Where is your original body?"

Xiao Zhao didn't say anything.

Song Jing felt that the trust between people in this world was gone.

She couldn't sit still and wait for death, she had to find a way to struggle.

However, the rope really cannot be opened, and the more you struggle, the more you consume the air in the coffin, and then she will cool faster.

Maybe I can last for a few hours like this.

She closed her eyes, calmed herself down, and thought about whether she could still struggle to death.
Chapter completed!