C2 (1/2)

She stood up, stared at the female corpse in the coffin, and said, ”Madam, your coffin is quite large. Move somewhere for it to stand.”

Seeing that the female corpse looked similar to her face, she decided not to drag the female corpse out.

Half her coffin.

Lin Zhaojun moved the female corpse.

”Huh?!”

This is?

The moment she moved the female corpse, she discovered that the pillow was actually a jade box. The jade box seemed to be carved from a piece of fine white jade, like a budding lotus flower. In the middle of the bud was a small hole shaped like a small piece of gossip.

Lin Zhijun's complexion changed.

Why is it that things are getting weirder and weirder?

Her hands were almost trembling as she took out the pendant around her neck.

This pendant was in the shape of a gossip!

It was not a blessing, it was a curse! Lin Zhaojun said to himself.

Then, he took off his own pendant and put it into the small hole. As Lin Zhaojun expected, the pendant and the small hole on the jade box completely matched. Accurately speaking, the jade pendant and this jade box were originally a pair.

After a while, the jade box began to emit ”Kacha Kacha” sounds. It actually began to slowly bloom like a real lotus flower.

As Lin Zhaojun saw this, he could no longer keep his mouth shut. This was truly a miracle.

When the white jade lotus was fully bloomed, it revealed countless yellow stamens. They were in no way inferior to the true stamen.

Lin Zhaojun held up the jade lotus and discovered that the stamen was actually made of pure gold.

Lin Zhaojun had already lost his ability to speak.

On closer look, there seemed to be something at the center of the stamen. Pushing aside the layers of stamens, he found a pill. It was golden in color and matched well with the golden stamen.

This should be the aurous core concocted by the tomb master!

Looking at how incredible it looked, Zhang Xuan wondered whether it was possible for him to remove the poison from his body!

”Puff …”

At this moment, Lin Zhijun spat out another mouthful of black blood.

A dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor. This Jindan was probably made from many precious herbs.

If the heavens did not take it from him, he would be blamed for it.

Without hesitation, Lin Zhijun swallowed the Jindan.

In the previous battle, Lin Zhijun had used up almost all of his strength. Thus, after swallowing the Jindan, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he lay quietly in the coffin with the female corpse.

Lin Zhaojun was waiting. He couldn't tell what he was waiting for. Perhaps it was a miracle, or perhaps it was death.

Waiting in itself was a type of suffering. Even Lin Zhaojun who had the will of death in his heart didn't like this feeling of waiting.

In this world, if he could not find any connection with anyone, he would come alone and leave alone. Hidden in the depths of her heart, loneliness and desolation gnawed away at her heart. It was a feeling of utter despair.

Suddenly, Lin Zhaojun felt a wave of abdominal pain, followed by a gradual increase in the pain, which spread to his limbs and bones.

I really am going to die here today, Lin Zhaojun thought.

The pain was getting worse, as if his whole body was about to be torn apart.

Lin Zhijun couldn't wait to end his own life. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even move a muscle. He could only hold his abdomen and unconsciously curl his limbs.

After a long time, the pain gradually receded. Before Lin Zhaojun could recover his strength, he felt another wave of hot air spread from his stomach to his limbs and bones, and it was getting hotter and hotter. His internal organs were burning like fire, and Lin Zhaojun almost wondered if he had already melted.

Just like the pain before, the heat gradually dissipated and was replaced by the cold.

It was bone-piercing cold, as if his bones were frozen, and his teeth were chattering nonstop.

It was so cold that it was even sharper than the previous pain.

After what seemed like a thousand years, Lin Zhaojun finally no longer felt the cold. His limbs slowly stretched, and his body was covered in sweat.

Not waiting for Lin Zhijun to completely relax, Lin Zhijun felt a strong pressure pushing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. It was as if his internal organs were being squeezed by a pair of invisible hands.

Lin Zhaojun finally understood what it meant to beg for death, to not be able to survive.