gate of eternity

The hunchbacked old woman gave a faint smile and made a seal with one hand.

Suddenly, a stone gate was opened between the two tombs, leading directly to the ground. Walking all the way, there is an underground palace below. From a distance, you can see two sarcophagi, one on the left and one on the right. The one lying in the coffin should be the old woman's. My child, it looks like two tombs from the outside, but the tombs are connected to each other from the bottom.

"Come on, girl, mother-in-law will make up with you."

The old woman put Qingyao down, put Qingyao in front of the dressing table, took a worn-out comb, and gently combed Qingyao's hair. No matter how you looked at it, she was an amiable old man who was preparing for the wedding. Daughter do dress up, bride!The day of marriage should be the most beautiful.

The so-called doting hidden in the dark is that a mother-in-law treats her daughter-in-law as if she treats her own daughter.

Qingyao couldn't move, looked at herself in the glasses, and her eyes began to move up and down, left and right.

marriage?

Is this about getting married in the grave?

So far, this silly girl still doesn't know where to go?Did you think you were going to marry Zhao Yun?

"My mother-in-law made it herself, but I still like it."

The old woman smiled and put on a bright red wedding dress for Qing Yao.

"Like it."

Qingyao opened her mouth slightly, feeling more and more weird, this scene is very weird.

When she looked at herself in the mirror again, she was in a trance, and smiled silly.

For a woman, the wedding dress is a dream that is as real as it is illusory. Wearing this dream, no matter where you are, whether it is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire, hell or heaven, it is the most beautiful one.

She didn't understand, but Zhao Yun knew it well.

This is a dead end, not to mention that the moon god is in seclusion, even if he is awake, he is powerless.

"Little guy, it's your turn."

The old woman walked over with a smile, holding a groom's clothes in her hands.

She dotes on Qingyao as well as Zhao Yun. Qingyao is her daughter-in-law, and Zhao Yun is his son-in-law, who can be regarded as half a son. There is no need to do too much, just stay with her daughter.

Zhao Yun was also tidied up, his disheveled hair was combed quite smoothly, and the words around his mouth were also shaved clean. Even if it was a ghost marriage, he was also a groom, so he couldn't be so sloppy.

This is his second time wearing groom clothes.

Naturally, the old woman didn't know, if she knew, she would have chopped Zhao Yun with her palm.

In the eyes of the old woman, even if her daughter has been buried for many years, she cannot be a concubine.

"My daughter's name is Miaoyu, she is a very beautiful girl."

The old woman smiled, as if she was talking to herself, and she also seemed to be saying to Zhao Yun that in these few moments, there was no trace of gloom in her eyes or expression, and she wandered alone in the memory of the past.

Zhao Yun remained silent, unable to tell whether it was hatred or pity.

This late mother, in the longing and grief, is quite demon-obsessed. She may have done a lot of evil things, or she may have suffered a lot. She is a hateful person, but also a pitiful person.

"No, it's a ghost marriage."

After Qing Yao said a word, she finally came to her senses.

How can anyone get married in the grave, this is obviously a wedding between the living and the dead.

It was she who misunderstood what the old woman said.

It is true that she is the bride, and it is true that Zhao Yun is the groom. One marries the other, but they are not a couple. Their destination will be a coffin, and there is already their bridegroom and bride in the coffin.

"Why, you don't want to?"

The old woman's doting expression suddenly turned ferocious.

Qingyao didn't answer, only ghosts are willing, there is no such thing as you.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."

The old woman lost her ferociousness and became doting again. With a flick of her hand, she pushed away a coffin.

In the coffin, her son was buried. Perhaps he was too old and had become a pile of dead bones.

"Senior, you can't do this."

Qing Yao said, the honorific is no longer mother-in-law, but senior.

It doesn't matter if she is a mother-in-law, I really want to marry her to someone who has been buried for a long time.

In a ghost marriage, being a bride for the first time is such a trick.

Qingyao is already in a mess, if the groom is Zhao Yun, she would be willing to get married even in the grave.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yun's bride is not her.

"Hey, don't be afraid, get down there and live a good life."

The old woman was really dazed, she gently put Qingyao in the coffin, and before closing the coffin, she even stroked Qingyao's cheek lightly, as a mother-in-law, stroking her daughter-in-law.

Not to mention, this little girl looks more and more pleasing to the eye, and she is worthy of her son.

Let Qing Yao go, it will be Zhao Yun.

Different from the first coffin, this second coffin is not a pile of dead bones. The corpse of the old woman's daughter is extremely well preserved, like a frozen beauty, lifelike, looking at the corners of her eyes, it seems that she has never dried Tears, there is still a trace on the back between the brows.

"I didn't lie to you, did I! Isn't it beautiful?"

The old woman smiled and said to Zhao Yun that her daughter's expression was full of maternal tenderness.

Indeed, her daughter was beautiful.

At least, in terms of beauty, she is by no means inferior to Qingyao.

Putting Zhao Yun there, sharing the same bed in the coffin, the two seem to be a good match.

"Treat my daughter well."

The old woman smiled and gently pushed the coffin lid back on.

"Grandma, you can't do this."

Compared with Zhao Yun's silence, the coffin next to him was very restless.

Ever since she was placed in the coffin, Qing Yao has not stopped talking, but she never thought of marrying like this.

"Open it for me."

Zhao Yun was silent on the surface, but roared in his heart, a roar from the soul.

The great revenge has not been avenged, the mother has not been found, and his wife has not yet awakened. He cannot die here. Even if he is in a dead end, he will not sit and wait for death. possible.

The old woman was already sitting on the altar, chanting spells with one mouthful, and throwing paper money with one hand.

This old man is a heretic, throwing paper money and reciting mantras. In front of the two coffins, red candles are lit, and there are strands of bright red silk fluttering in the wind. For son and daughter-in-law, daughter and son-in-law Condensed a rather dreamy bridal chamber.

Zhao Yun clearly felt that his essence was passing away.

This, perhaps, is a process of ghost marriage, in which one will gradually die.

"Dad, I want to go home."

Qing Yao cried, but she didn't know whether she was scared or wronged.

boom!

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a bang from the outside world.

Judging by the tone, it should be the tombstone of the tomb, which was smashed down by someone's palm.

"Ghost woman, let the old man find it easier."

A sinister laugh filled the dark night.

But this sinister smile fell on Qing Yao and Zhao Yun's ears, but it was like a life-saving straw.

Someone has come to find fault, whether it is good or bad, it is a lifesaver for them.

An enemy of an enemy is a friend.

"Rashomon."

The old woman gritted her teeth suddenly, her cloudy eyes showed murderous intent.

The reason why her daughter and son are lying here is thanks to Rashomon.

And her husband, no bones were left behind, and everything was a blood feud.

"eye for eye."

The old woman stepped down from the altar, and her whole body was full of brilliance.

She no longer looks so old, she must have used the forbidden technique, sublimated to the fullest, and regained her youthful form. The aura of the peak of Ksitigarbha reached the peak in an instant, and swept out of the underground palace with monstrous evil spirit.

Zhao Yun has heavenly eyes and can see clearly.

The old woman's forbidden technique of returning old to young is extremely domineering, and sacrifices all longevity.

In other words, no matter whether the old woman wins or loses, she is destined to die.

Chapter 212 All the Deaths

boom!boom!

The roar broke the tranquility of the night.

A battle broke out outside the tomb. On one side was the Rashomon killer, who covered himself in a black robe;

There was a lot of movement in the battle, the mountain collapsed, and the sky was full of rubble.

It is not difficult to see that the ghost woman is not the opponent of the black robe, because she is an assistant martial artist and is not good at direct combat, and because of her advanced age, her background has already collapsed. The whole thing is unpredictable, like a ghost in the night, it is difficult to grasp its true form.

Under the dim moonlight, quite a lot of bright red blood was reflected.

"Open it for me."

In the coffin, Zhao Yun was still attacking the holding spell.

It is necessary to break through the fixed-body imprisonment before the end of the war.

Otherwise, no matter who wins or loses, both he and Qingyao will die.

"Zhao Yun, can we get out alive?"

In the other coffin, Qingyao's call came out, and the breath was weak, because the essence was passing by, and this ghost marriage would only come to an end when they were completely dead.

"Protect the heart."

Zhao Yun replied and continued to attack.

Although the confinement has not been broken, the binding force of the body has weakened a lot.

He can also use the immobilization spell, knowing that the barrier of this spell has a time limit. Once the time limit is up, the immobilization will be released on its own. They are still depriving them of their essence, and they are afraid that they will die before the immobilization is lifted.

In this way, there is still an impact to speed up the weakening of the body.

For a moment, he closed his eyes slightly, and in the next moment, he opened and closed them openly, and forcibly performed the aura of Tianwu. Backfired, the bones in the body crackled, and many bones broke.

The most uncomfortable thing is Wuhun.

The impact failed, and Wuhun was almost shattered on the spot.

"Only one chance."

Zhao Yun muttered, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

It was due to the loss of too much essence, the dantian was sealed again, and there was no follow-up power to replenish, and the martial soul was injured, so he did his best, but he could only perform the aura of Tianwu again, and there was hope if he could break it.

"I'm afraid I can't hold it anymore."

Qing Yao whispered, lying in the dark coffin, her cheeks were pale and bloodless.

In terms of cultivation, she is better than Zhao Yun; in terms of foundation, she is far behind Zhao Yun. Too much true energy has passed away, and the foundation has been touched. It will not take long before she will die and become a collapsed corpse.

"Protect the heart."

Zhao Yun said the same thing a second time.

Compared with Qingyao, his eyes are blood red, like a lion, holding his breath, in hibernation...waiting for a certain moment, as long as the holding spell is weak enough, he can break it in one breath. open.

There is still hope in this dead end.

Before hearing Qing Yao's response, she closed her beautiful eyes and fell asleep.