Quick Transmigration Guide: Boss, accept me!

Chapter 457 The Yin Marriage Is Immortal (12)

Lin Xianmo sighed, looked at Bai Zhi's peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, and said in a low voice: "We still have many days to live, so don't rush this moment. Even if you wake me up, then... good night, madam."

[Lin Xianmo's favorability is increased by 10, and the current favorability is 20. 】The voice of system 007 sounds.

But Bai Zhi didn't know all this after falling asleep.

It's late at night, the gate of hell in July and a half...

It's wide open.

……

The next day, Bai Zhi was awakened by a low knock on the door.

"Eldest young mistress, it's time to get up." It was the voice of the maid Xiao Cui.

Bai Zhi slowly sat up from the coffin, and found that Lin Xianmo was still lying quietly with her eyes closed, without a trace of stranger's breath, and was still cold.

And her red wedding dress was hanging on a hanger not far away, and what she was wearing now was a set of white clothes that she didn't know where she came from.

Bai Zhi was a bit hungry, she looked suspiciously at Lin Xianmo who was motionless and lifeless.

Could it be that she sleepwalked and changed her clothes last night?
But how did she know where the clothes were?
Bai Zhi was wondering when there was another knock on the door outside the house.

Bai Zhi was a little irritable, and after putting on the embroidered shoes, she opened the door angrily: "What are you doing? Why don't you let me be gentle for a while on the wedding night?"

Xiao Cui was shocked by her words, she carefully glanced at the coffin in the room, then quickly turned her eyes away, and said respectfully: "According to the rules of the Lin family, it's time to offer morning tea to the old lady."

"Okay." Bai Zhi glanced at the sky subconsciously, but was surprised to find that the Lin family couldn't see the sky, and it was covered with towering black sheds everywhere.

All the light in the Lin family comes from that strange white lantern. I don't know what kind of lamp oil it is made of. The occasional blue wind blows through, bringing a smell of rotting corpses.

"Let's go, young mistress. Remember to follow me, the Lin family is too big, you will get lost." Xiao Cui whispered, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

"Yes." Bai Zhi followed Xiao Cui, and found that the winding road was full of identical buildings and decorations everywhere, no wonder Xiao Cui felt that she would get lost.

In fact, to be honest, Xiaocui completely... feels right.

But although she will get lost, she can rely on the system plug-in to guide her way.

[I am a road idiot. ] 007 spoke indifferently.

"Do you have plum x?" Bai Zhi sighed, the spicy chicken system always didn't give her face.

Really sad people.

【Yes, I have. ] 007 said proudly, his salary is still very generous.

"Then you can use the navigation for me." Bai Zhi despised 007 in her heart.

【No, that's beyond the scope of my job.Unless you spend points to exchange for directions. ] 007 speaks with confidence.

Bai Zhi twitched the corners of her mouth, thinking about the astronomical figure of [-] points.Forget it, let’s save a little bit.

The big deal is that she doesn't run around.

……

While arguing with 007, Bai Zhi had already followed Xiao Cui to the destination.

The old woman sitting on the teacher's chair really complicated Bai Zhi's mood, and the one next to the old woman made her mood even more complicated.

It's not that Bai Zhi is inexplicable, but that the old woman on the grand teacher's chair looks like an old lady with a cat face, and the woman next to her looks like a Xijing slit girl. Her mood is complicated and normal.

"Eldest young mistress, the old lady is sitting on the grand teacher's chair. Next to the old lady is the second young mistress. The second young mistress left early. The second young mistress has never remarried. It has been almost ten years... Oh, the servant girl is talking too much. This is what you want Greetings, morning tea." Xiao Cui handed a cup of tea to Bai Zhi, she didn't even dare to look at the person seated there, bowed and retreated as if fleeing.

(End of this chapter)