King's induction manual

What's the matter, has something happened to the Baroness?

The image just flashed by, Jiang Chongli rubbed his eyes, and tried to see it more clearly, but the image had disappeared.

Could it be that Luo Tianyi was warning?

Does Xuan Xin usually see the images given by Luo Tianyi?

The yin-yang ball slowly turned, and Jiang Chongli walked around Luo Tianyi twice, not knowing how to manipulate it.

Do you want to go find Xuan Xin?

It's only been a few minutes since we quarreled, if I just go to that black heart for help, will this king lose his prestige in front of him in the future?

Jiang Chongli scratched his head, feeling that even if his prestige was pitifully small, he couldn't just give up easily.

He ran into the front hall, trying to recall what Xuan Xin had done before, but Xuan Xin seemed to be doing everything very casually, as if he could easily teleport to one place after another without pressing a button or chanting a spell.

What the hell is going on...

Jiang Chongli stepped on the huge teleportation array, unconsciously thinking about the little raccoon that was roasted on the fire.

Then, his eyes went dark, his body became slightly weightless, and he lay down in a place where he couldn't see his fingers.

This is……

Was it sent?

Jiang Chongli was happy for a while.

Quack, this king is still very powerful, even Luo Tianyi and Teleportation Array are very considerate and gentle to me.

However, where is this?

Jiang Chongli wanted to stand up, but just as he stood up, his head hit a hard board with a heavy bang.

uh...it hurts...

Jiang Chongli rubbed his head, touched the board above, and said in his heart that he couldn't.

He fumbled around with his hands again, his buttocks twisted and tried to turn over, and there was a strange noise under his body, and he suddenly realized that the place where he was lying was not level, and his body seemed to be directly stacked on top of something , as he moved, the thing was also moved, and a part of the thing, even like a hand, was lifted up, gently embracing his chest.

Jiang Chongli touched it, and his heart suddenly went numb.

That... that thing... is clearly a hand...

Jiang Chongli shook his hands, and touched the object that looked like an arm. When he touched a corner, he squeezed it lightly, and found that it was a shoulder.

However, the hand feels a little strange, why does it seem to be a bit slag.

He fumbled upward again, and this time, he found a head.

Human head.

Jiang Chongli confirmed that at this time, he was lying in a crucified coffin, lying on the corpse of the original owner of the coffin, breathing and sharing fate with the corpse, and being intimately entangled.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Jiang Chongli opened his mouth wide and let out a silent scream.

Xuan Xin, you black-hearted, wicked bastard, why do you always like to sneak into small and dark places?

Last time it was an empty coffin as big as a small room. You don’t like it, don’t you? This time it’s a coffin of normal size, normal state, normal nailed to death, and it’s still in normal use. There’s someone in the coffin, isn’t it? Well, this is overloaded!

While Jiang Chongli cursed in his heart, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He felt that the place where his entire back was in contact with the corpse was covered with poisonous insects. It was itchy and cold, making him extremely uncomfortable.

No, no, it is absolutely impossible to continue like this, the king has to be frightened to death before the body is still alive.

Jiang Chongli was quick to wit, and suddenly became a zombie king. This time, he became more thorough than usual, and even his breathing and heartbeat slowed down to almost a standstill.

His heart almost stopped beating, and Jiang Chongli immediately calmed down.

In this state, the hormones that control emotions in his body will not be secreted at all. Panic, fear, nausea, and fear all subside. He seems to have entered a state of meditation without sadness or joy. His heart is clean, transparent, and calm. Ruthless to the point of indifference.

The Zombie King lay quietly in the arms of the corpse below him, lay down for a while, thought for a while, and listened to the movement outside.

There was absolutely no sound outside, and the surroundings were completely quiet.

Silence as death.

But silence is not necessarily a bad thing sometimes, like now, it represents a safe environment.

The Zombie King bent his claws and tapped lightly on the coffin board above his head. Due to his extreme calmness, his senses became very keen. From the dullness of the knocking sound, he subconsciously understood the specific situation around the coffin.

The coffin was buried quite deep, at least more than one meter, but the soil backfilled above was obviously different from the surrounding soil in terms of tightness. It was new soil and looser.

The time for the coffin to be buried will not be too long.

The Zombie King made some calculations, and firmly clasped the coffin board with his strong and powerful claws. Under Wang Zhiyuan's vigorous energy, his arms gathered great strength, and slowly pushed the coffin board up.

The originally flat ground above the coffin shook, and a bulge slowly bulged up, and then the loose soil rolled down from the top of the bulge, like a fountain made of mud, with a lot of soil gushing out from the inside, like a crater , piled up to the surroundings, forming a slope pile.

Suddenly, a dry and stiff claw broke through the ground, stretched and scratched towards the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the entire coffin board was overturned from the soil, and with a bang, it hit the ground next to the pit heavily.

The zombie king stood in the tomb, looked around, and found himself in a very desolate grove.

Not far away is an ancient and old cemetery. Although it looks dilapidated, traces of its former grandeur can also be recognized from the huge white stone sculptures.

"Why are you so unpopular? You're already dead. You're not even allowed to enter the cemetery. You're just buried casually in the grove next to the cemetery without even a tombstone."

The zombie king lowered his head and said to the owner of the coffin.

The face of the coffin owner was scorched black when exposed to the light.

The Zombie King looked at its shoulder, and found that his own handprint remained on the carbonized skin.

No wonder, when I pinched it, it felt like it was slag. It turned out that it was burned to death.

"Who are you to be burned to death and then buried? You're a bit like a witch who was publicly executed in the Middle Ages."

The Zombie King squatted down, gently patted the scorched corpse's head, and straightened its body.

"I messed with you, sorry."

After arranging the corpse, the Zombie King found that there was a cloth bag hidden under the corpse's feet. The Zombie King thought for a while, picked up the cloth bag, and put it in the arms of the corpse.

"This seems to be your only funeral object. The person who burned you to death actually prepared such a thing for you." It looked at the details in the coffin and shook its head again, "No, the person who burned you to death It may not be the same as the person who buried you. There is also a clean white cloth and a small pillow for you inside the coffin, which is obviously thoughtful. So, do you really only have this little cloth bag as your inheritance? You are poor enough of."

Bending the corpse's arm, let it hold the cloth bag, the zombie king went to pick up the coffin board, trying to cover the corpse back again.

Under the sun, the exquisite embroidery thread on the cloth bag reflects the luster of bleeding ruby, which is extraordinarily beautiful.

The Zombie King felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The wrapped leather made of such a high-quality material is not something poor corpses can afford.

The dead heart of the Zombie King suddenly beat heavily, making a sad trill.

He squatted down silently, carefully unwrapped the package, and found that what was wrapped inside was a gorgeous but old palace dress that looked like a blooming rose.

Once upon a time, there was a lady with a shrill voice, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and wretched face, but beautiful and lovely, brave and hardworking, carrying a package made of the earl's castle tablecloth, and wearing this old but very glamorous big skirt. In the night, say goodbye to him Yiyi.

This lady is lying here now.

is it you?

The zombie king held up the face of the corpse with trembling hands, but he couldn't find the original traces from the scorched face.

A drop of cold tears fell from the corner of the zombie's eyes, dripping on the brows of the scorched corpse, reflecting the bright sun's rays.

Jiang Chongli buried his head firmly between the chest and abdomen of the corpse, hissing one after another dull and mournful.

Why……

why why why! ! !

Is he late?

He is late.

hateful……

A small claw stretched out tremblingly, and gently grabbed the tip of Jiang Chongli's nose.

Jiang Chongli's eyes widened suddenly, and he sprayed out the pure essence of Wang Zhiyuan without hesitation.

He is no longer what he used to be. He is no longer the one who combs the little raccoon's big tail, or is so weak and shriveled that he almost fainted.

The scorched fur of the small animal was quickly reborn with the breath of the king.

As soon as the little raccoon regained its strength, it immediately tried desperately to run the essence of its human beings, hoping in vain to reawaken the human life.

Jiang Chongli had seen such a desperate scene before, the little white snake raised its head from his neck, looking at the little raccoon who was doing the same thing it had done before, with compassionate eyes.

For the companion spirit, there is nothing more painful than the death of one's own human being while it is still alive.

Jiang Chongli couldn't bear what he saw in front of him, and Wang Zhiyuan cast desperately on the little raccoon.

He didn't know what was the point of doing so, but seeing his nobleman die in front of his eyes was also heart-wrenching for the king.

Yes, the baroness has long been his nobleman. When he first became a king, he stumbled and didn’t even realize that he was really a king. The baroness, the No.1 nobleman he met, started from the moment when he evaded fares together , An unspeakable intimate connection has been established between them.

What else can he do...

I really want to work with the little raccoon to push the blood essence of the baroness and call her back...

In the next moment, Jiang Chongli was lying in the coffin, his body was numb and extremely heavy.

He raised his hand with difficulty, and saw his scorched palm.

The little white snake was coiled on his chest, and the little raccoon protruded from his belly, all of them stared at Xiaodoudou and stared at him in shock.

Looking inside, Jiang Chongli was also shocked to find that somehow, he and the baroness overlapped together.

Just like the possession in a ghost story, his body became invisible and attached to the baroness. Wang Zhiyuanjing was attached to the dead meridians of the body, like an auxiliary system, helping the body's essence to circulate.

After the meridians had been running for two weeks, the joints of the corpse softened. Jiang Chongli sat up silently, put on the baroness's beautiful palace dress, and crawled out of the grave gracefully.

Cluck, cluck, cluck cluck.

There was a terrifying sound in Jiang Chongli's throat, as if he was laughing or howling.

Who, exactly who did all this, who made my baroness into this appearance.

Do you think that if you bury her under the soil, the matter will be over? It's not that cheap.

"Let's go, my dear lady, let's avenge you together."