Just when his body was about to fall completely into the coffin, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin.
The jade-like hand pinched Muran's neck accurately.
Mu Ran didn't resist or struggle at all, but closed his eyes heavily.
The almost transparent white hand on the neck is shrinking a little bit.
Mu Ran's eyebrows frowned subconsciously, and his fair face suddenly turned red.
Just when Mu Ran's neck was about to be broken, the note caught in the seam of his clothes dangled and fell.
The note seemed to have been hastily written with a cinnabar pen stained with animal blood, and the handwriting was very scribbled.
The content is very simple, only one sentence: I will help you get everything back.
The hand that was tightly strangling the neck paused for a moment, and then slowly let go.
Mu Ran's body was completely smashed into the coffin.
The person in the coffin finally sat up.
It is better to say that it is a zombie than a human.
His face was as white as paper, and his eyes were indifferent, without the slightest emotion.
Under the cool black eyes, there are thick dark circles, filled with an inexplicable sickness.
The young man who looked like a zombie, his long black hair was tied up with a hosta. It was obvious that he had exquisite eyebrows and was extremely handsome.
But the gloomy eyes forcibly destroyed his manly air.
All that's left is the horrifying horror.
With Yun Qing's gloomy and gloomy eyes, he coolly glanced at Mu Ran who was sleeping soundly on his body.
He violently lifted Mu Ran out of the coffin.
Looking at Mu Ran whose eyebrows were unconsciously frowned because of the pain, Yun Qing's eyebrows moved with a sense of relief.
Then, the dim moonlight was revealed in the hole above the head.
Yun Qing stood up and walked out of the coffin.
I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the white cloth shoes trampled on Mu Ran's robe, making it a little dirty.
After a long time of painting on Mu Ran's clothes, he finally stopped.
Looking up, looking at the faintly visible moon hanging high in the sky, his thin lips moved slightly: "Now what time is it?"
His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
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I don't know how long it took before Mu Ran woke up.
"Hiss¡ª" The pain in his body made Mu Ran gasp involuntarily.
Mu Ran touched his neck, depressed: "Why do I feel like I've been strangled?"
Mu Ran glanced around and found himself coming out of the cave.
Now it is under a big tree.
He was about to stand up tremblingly, but just as he moved his body, a cry broke out from his whole body.
"ah¡ª¡ª"
Mu Ran's complexion was distorted, excruciatingly painful.
He, why is he in such pain?
Did he fall from a tall building?
"Are you awake?" The voice was clear and cold, with a strong sense of sand and gravel.
Mu Ran screamed in pain, barely raised his head, and looked at the speaker.
The person who came was tall and tall, wearing a white robe like him.
However, the pattern of the clothes on his body is more complicated, and it looks extremely expensive.
He looks very handsome, if one ignores his ridiculously pale complexion and the extremely thick dark circles under his eyes, he might just be regarded as a son of an aristocratic family passing by here.
Mu Ran's eyes flickered slightly.
Yun Qing, the hero in this world.
It is also the task object he needs help in this world.
During his lifetime, he was a beloved young master of a family. He was gentle and kind-hearted, and he had a lot of good names.
But died in an accident.
It was said to be an accident, but no one knew what the reason was. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com