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Chapter 3 Death and Resurrection

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    It was so cold, Zheng Shaopeng woke up faintly.  This reincarnation reversed time and space, and his memory of his previous life became shallower. The memories of eight reincarnations in a year were mixed with his previous experiences, which made him unable to distinguish which ones he experienced in his previous life and which ones he experienced after reincarnation.  , all the memories are like clouds floating in the sky, looming, untouchable, like an absurd dream.

    The bull head and horse face hurried me here like a plague god. I don't know what era it is, but since they said they want to possess me on a prince, then the person who possessed me should be a prince.

    But where is this place?  It was so dark and so cold, Zheng Shaopeng reached out his hand weakly to touch it, his body was covered with a thin layer of quilt, presumably it was winter, and the air was gloomy and cold.

    Zheng Shaopeng was trying to find out where he was, when he suddenly heard three crisp bamboo clappers of "bang bang bang", and then someone shouted loudly: "A guest is here, ouch, Mrs. Yang, you  Why is the old man here, Yang Xiucai is your younger generation, but I can't afford to be a junior."

    Zheng Shaopeng settled down: "Old Mrs. Yang? What's your name? There was so much noise next to me, but my eyes were darkened, my GodIII  You won't be reincarnated into a certain blind prince, will you?"

    Only an old voice coughed a few times, and said: "Hey, the sixth brother's room is finished, can I come and have a look? Ling'er is a rare figure in our Yang family, my brother is fifty-four years old  It is only 17 years old that he has such a unique Miao Miao, and he has become the youngest scholar in our Xuanfu area. Originally, he was pointed at as the glory of our Yang family, but it is a pity Alas!"  .

    Indistinctly, there is also the cry of a woman, Zheng Shaopeng is a little confused, what is going on?  Although he has never been to ancient times, but from this tone, he doesn't seem like a princely family.

    It was pitch black in front of him, and he wanted to stand up anxiously, but the body he had just attached was recovering, the blood in his frozen hands and feet had just begun to flow, and he didn't have the strength to stand up for a while.  The next time the magpie occupied the dove's nest, reincarnated and reincarnated, it was like this when it began to dominate the body, so it just lay there patiently and accumulated strength.

    The loud voice shouted again: "Grandpa, please sit here, relatives and friends greet you!"

    All of a sudden, the landslide and tsunami in the quiet house just now frightened Zheng Shaopeng into a fright. The room was quiet just now, as if there were only three or two people.  There are so many people here, and in previous reincarnations, there were times when family members were crying, but it was never so dark that you couldn¡¯t see your fingers. Zheng Shaopeng moved his eyes. Although he couldn¡¯t see anything, he intuitively felt the eyes  There will be nothing wrong with it, and I feel a little at ease.

    I just heard those people crying and shouting indiscriminately, "Brother, you left so early when you were young", "Brother Ling, why did you die?"

    Zheng Shaopeng wanted to laugh when he heard it, real crying and fake crying may not be the same thing, but in modern times they were a bit restrained, now when they cry when they say it, it's like singing an opera, it's really funny.

    He yelled again in a loud voice: "The guests have finished their salutes, and the relatives should return the salutes!" With this cry, the chaotic crying stopped abruptly, and it was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground, but I couldn't guess it.  How come they are so well-trained.

    Then only a sad female voice said softly: "The widow, Mrs. Yang Han, thanked the old lady, and thanked all relatives and friends."

    Survivors?  Zheng Shaopeng's forehead tightened, presumably he was the one who cried these people, that's good, even his wife is already married to me.  But why there is no reason why there is no reason for a mess of condolences.  He suddenly thought of something, and quickly stretched out his hand to feel around.

    The hands and feet that were able to move just now were still limp and unable to use any strength, but as soon as his fingers touched the surrounding things, he already understood in his heart that he had been placed in a coffin.  God, isn't he buried alive now?  Only then did Zheng Shaopeng become anxious, but now that he was weak all over, there was nothing he could do.

    Immediately afterwards, I heard a loud voice and said again: "Dear relatives and friends express their condolences to the coffin, let's see you off!" Just as the words fell, the voice of ghosts crying and howling wolves sounded again, this time the sound was closer, presumably those people had gathered around the coffin  Come to cry.

    Zheng Shaopeng took this opportunity to raise his hand and knocked on the coffin with difficulty, but his hands and feet were still a little stiff, and he felt terribly painful after two light knocks. That weak voice could not be suppressed by those who were crying hard  People, he had no choice but to stop.

    At this time, he shouted again in a loud voice: "Thank you again from my family, all relatives and friends are mourning, and the words are sincere and heartfelt, and the ceremony is over!Lie was shocked by this scoundrel's soft knife that killed people without blood, and trembled with anger.  Looking around, the husband's family was originally a small population, and all the people present were the immediate relatives of the uncle's family. All of these people had yin and yang expressions, and the indifferent and hateful eyes were like needles piercing her.  heart.

    Grievance, sadness, and anger came to my heart one by one: I married a husband, and from the first time I saw him, he was lying on the bed waiting to die.  Before she took off her wedding dress, she was busy hiring a doctor, grabbing medicine, and selling her property to treat her husband's illness, taking care of him in undressed clothes.

    I am so unfortunate that I will be a widow all my life at such a young age. I never imagined that before my husband's bones were cold, his clansmen would come to seize the family property and put such a stigma on my head. I am weak and weak. How will I be in this big family in the future?  survive?

    Feeling sad for a moment, Han Youniang couldn't help but said with tears in her beautiful eyes: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Qian Yulian threw herself into the river and left her name forever. Why do I, Han Youniang, cherish this body? Let me go with my husband.  Also avoid being angry with a villain like you."

    After saying that, the little girl turned around and was about to hit her husband's coffin to death.  Old Mrs. Yang was taken aback. This Han Youniang's father is good at martial arts. He is well-known in all over the world. Today, his husband-in-law just died, and he came to the door to rob the family's wealth. He was justified. If she is forced to touch the coffin to die, this matter  If the news spread, not only the neighbors would criticize her, but how could her father be willing to give up?

    He hurriedly stood up from the chair and shouted: "Quick, stop her!"

    But Han Youniang was agile and moved as soon as she spoke, it was too late for everyone to stop her, she had already rushed to the coffin, and she was about to hit a corner of the coffin.

    Just at this moment, she stopped suddenly, staring at the coffin with wide eyes.  The thin coffin had not yet had its lid nailed down for condolence, but now the lid moved a little to the side, and then four pale fingers stretched out to touch the coffin board.

    Seeing this strange thing, Han Youniang couldn't help but backed away in shock. Everyone looked at the coffin when they saw her actions. Suddenly, two aunts yelled strangely: "The corpse is exploding!", turned around and pulled their legs  escaped.

    Although those men did not run away, they all gathered together tremblingly.  Han Youniang is more courageous, thinking that it is her husband inside, even if he blows up the corpse, it shouldn't hurt her. Could it be that he saw himself being bullied, so he returned from the underworld?

    Suppressing the fear in her heart, she carefully moved forward, and pushed open the coffin lid, only to see her husband kneeling in the coffin, panting for breath, because of the cold weather, the breath he exhaled  There were also bursts of white mist, and Han Youniang couldn't help being ecstatic when she saw it: "How can a dead person breathe out hot breath? God pity you, hehe is alive."

    Zheng Shaopeng exhausted all his strength and finally pushed open a corner of the coffin lid. He was kneeling inside and gasping for breath when suddenly his eyes brightened, causing him to narrow his eyes. It took him a while to get used to it.  The poor widow here, really can't associate her with a married woman. This is clearly a girl who has not yet grown up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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