C189 Female Cadaver with Tears
C189 Female Cadaver with Tears
It was a very beautiful woman with a classical temperament, or perhaps it could be said that she was an ancient female corpse. Her skin was grayish-white but delicate and did not have the elasticity and vitality of a living person.
What made Lee Nanfang curious was that the female corpse in this humid environment didn't rot, nor did it even smell like a corpse. There weren't any dead spots. If it was placed in another place, this female corpse would be a sleeping beauty.
She was about thirty years old, and it was the most beautiful time of a woman's life. She was like a blooming rose.
There was only this female corpse in the coffin. There was a green stone pillow under her head that was probably carved from some kind of jade. Besides that, there was nothing else.
Where's the promised gift?
For example, if he couldn't get two famous calligraphy and paintings like jadeite cabbage and carved frogs, he could still do it. He couldn't just let Lee Nanfang strip the female corpse of her red wedding dress and red embroidered shoes, right?
Even though there were two beads the size of quail on the tip of the shoe, there were also pearls tied together on the bridal dress. In the folded jade hand, there was a white Jade Ruyi Scepter, especially the phoenix crown worn by the female corpse.
He took off his phoenix crown, took away his jade pillow, and cut off the quail egg on the tip of his shoe — oh, he still can't forget the Jade Ruyi Scepter in the female corpse's hand, that was a good thing.
As for the golden threads, pearls and the like, they were left behind. Nothing could be done to the end.
Lee Nanfang was not a professional, not even an amateur, so he would not use the things he used to beat up the female corpse. After seeing that there were no more martyrs, he was a bit depressed and shook his head.
Suddenly, he found the female corpse somewhat familiar.
It was as if he had seen this person before, ever since he was young. Lee Nanfang was able to see a person's appearance from just Mei Yu's nose and mouth. Lee Nanfang was definitely very familiar with him, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember where he had seen that person before.
Unlike his mistress, unlike his mother-in-law, unlike Chiang Morann, unlike Min Rou, these women were familiar to Lee Nanfang, so after seeing the face of the female corpse, he instinctively thought of them to analyze and compare.
Neither.
Lee Nanfang frowned. He was lost in thought amidst the flickering flame and didn't notice the flame on the torch. It was getting smaller and dimmer.
If he didn't think of it, then forget it. He might be able to suddenly recall it in the future.
Lee Nanfang smiled. Then, he saw a sparkling liquid slowly gush out from the corner of the female corpse's left eye.
It was tears.
The female corpse would cry.
Peng! Lee Nanfang heard his own heartbeat. All the nerves in his body nearly broke.
Even if she beat him to death, he didn't believe that a woman who had been dead for who knows how long would shed tears.
Slowly reaching out her hand, she gently stroked the corners of the female corpse's eyes with her little finger. Her cheeks were ice-cold, and so were her tears.
Lee Nanfang pursed his lips, his right hand began to tremble, and reached under the female corpse's neck. There was a big artery there, and if the female corpse was not a body, then it could only block the breathing, but not the beating of the big artery.
Her tentacles were equally cold, her arteries showed no signs of beating, but why was she crying?
Lee Nanfang was at a loss. He started to wonder if the moisture outside affected the corpse after he opened the coffin, causing some kind of chemical reaction. The moisture inside the corpse turned into tears and leaked out from the corner of his eyes.
Without a doubt, this kind of explanation was quite nonsensical. Even if the humidity had affected her, there was no need for her to cry.
With a soft splash, the fire suddenly lit up and woke Lee Nanfang up. He immediately raised his head and saw the torch quickly dimmed down, turning into a dark red dot as if it enlarged the cigarette butt.
Outside, the rustling sounds could be clearly heard.
This was none of his business.
While Lee Nanfang was staring at the female corpse in a daze, a white person appeared on the chair under the square table in the tomb. Lee Nanfang was slightly swaying as if he was about to float away at any time.
Lee Nanfang's hands and feet were so cold that even he himself was scared. With his keen senses, he actually didn't see when this white man appeared on the chair.
However, he could not panic. The more strange and inexplicable something was, the more he had to remain calm. Only then would he have a chance to escape. This was what Lao Xie told Lee Nanfang. He had never dared to forget about it.
From behind, the rustling sound became clearer and clearer, like a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, being carried into a tomb.
But it was definitely not a silkworm, Lee Nanfang was sure, because he knew clearly that the silkworms that ate mulberry leaves did not have this fishy smell.
It could only be a snake.
There were many snakes that would only emit the sound of rain when they wriggled together.
Lee Nanfang slowly turned his head around. He couldn't see anything. The torch had turned into a dark red dot, so he could only vaguely see the white person on the chair and the coffin beside him.
He closed the coffin. No matter who the female corpse was, why was it so strange for him to close the coffin for her so that she wouldn't be bitten?
After closing the coffin, Lee Nanfang didn't look back -- Rather than looking for the snakes hiding in the darkness, he might as well look at the white man who suddenly appeared. What the hell was that?
Perhaps, those snakes were the ones that it had called to scare Uncle Li?
As long as it could call the snake over, Lee Nanfang was confident that he could chase it away, regardless if it was human or a ghost.
Strangely, after Lee Nanfang saw the white person, he didn't think it was the ghost girl that led him here. Although it was also very strange, it lacked some kind of indescribable temperament.
vigor.
Lee Nanfang took out the Military Thorn from his right leg and slowly walked in front of the white man. He was finally sure of its lack of temperament.
This was a paper man.
Under the dim red light, Lee Nanfang could see that it had a picturesque appearance. It had two eyelids, a small nose, and cherry-like lips. It looked very lifelike, just that it lacked vitality.
The paper man was a beauty and was smiling. The smile that should have been very charming appeared extremely strange.
The paper man and the woman in the coffin had 80% resemblance, which also made Lee Nanfang feel a sense of familiarity.
Legend has it that after the paper man has tied it up, he must not light up his eyes.
The story of the finishing touch was not only suitable for dragons, but also had a very special meaning for paper men.
When the paper man touched the eye, it would have a soul.
All of the paper men in the coffin shop that sold the items used by the deceased were blind. Only when they were being sold would they pick up a brush and point it out.
However, he would not tell anyone why he chose to sell it. It was because he was afraid that the paper man would backfire on him if he revealed the secrets of the heavens. In fact, since ancient times, no one who worked in this job had a good ending.
Once the paper man was selected, it would smile, but not smile. Occasionally, when people looked at it, it would hook away a part of one's soul. Once the six mentally weakened people saw it and were hooked away, it would become alive.
In the most ancient legends of the people, the bodies of the six people whose souls had been stolen would become worse and worse day after day, and on the first seven nights they would die in peace, white paper people would appear in front of their graves, dancing in the wind.
The paper money that the family gave to the deceased on their birthdays and days of sacrifice was also enjoyed by the paper men.
When the paper man accumulated enough merits, it would choose the one family member of the six that was most related to it. When the paper man was reincarnated, it would use the lifespan of a member of the White Tiger family to fill in the gaps between the six families that should not have come to this world.
Therefore, when a deceased master went down on the road to burn paper, one must not look at those paper men that had a good taste. This was what Lee Nanfang's wife had told him over and over again when he was young.
Lee Nanfang didn't know that his wife, who was born in a wealthy family, would not know about these taboos in the countryside. However, he followed her every instruction, so when he saw that the paper man had been selected, he immediately looked away.
However, that paper man's pair of extremely strange and deep eyes were deeply imprinted in his mind. Along with all his nerves, those pupils penetrated into his limbs and bones like electricity, causing him to uncontrollably shiver.
The demon, which had been hiding deep within its body and had not made the slightest movement, suddenly woke up. It shook its head and tail like a Evil Dragon and roared angrily as it bared its fangs and brandished its claws, tearing the invading paper man's eyes to shreds!
That was its territory, and it would never allow any evil spirits to take its place.
When the demon woke up, Lee Nanfang's eyes turned red, and a smile that was ten thousand times more evil than a paper man bloomed from the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and fiercely stared into the paper man's eyes.
He could clearly see the fear in the paper man's eyes. That smile was just like snow meeting the blazing sun. The only result was being vaporized.
With a "pa" sound, Lee Nanfang ignited the engine and placed it under the paper man.
It was as if there was a scream that could not be heard. Suddenly, a huge fire lit up the entire tomb!
There was something lying on Lee Nanfang's ear. He reached out and grabbed it — it was a small snake, even thinner than a sweater needle. Its head was only the size of a tadpole, and it was completely black.
Exerting force with his two fingers, he crushed the small snake and casually dragged it out before turning around to take a look.
Despair flooded him like a tidal wave, leaving no place for Lee Nanfang to hide.
The demons in his body also continued to roar, roar, and struggle with all their might to obtain the host.
It was impossible to calculate. The small black snakes, which could not be calculated even by the Pentium Core, were coiled around each other and crowded together, forming a black flood half a meter tall that flowed out from the tomb.
The pair of snake eyes that were not much bigger than a needle shot out scarlet light spots as they pounced towards Lee Nanfang.
No matter how powerful he was, would he be able to escape from these snakes that covered the skies?
The unprecedented despair made the demon, together with Lee Nanfang, let out a roar, "Ah!"
The roar was quickly drowned out by the black tide — all he could do was close his lips tight, hide his head in his arms, and cover his ears with his elbows.
When the sharp fangs started to bite him, Lee Nanfang finally understood why Loong Zaikong's subordinate became like that.
Snake Kiss.
The venom of the fangs quickly paralyzed all of Jack's nerves, and when he lost consciousness, he seemed to hear a loud shout — Nanfang!