Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

So the conversation Aning heard when he arrived was told by the original owner's stepmother.

After receiving the memory, Aning felt that the air around her was getting scarcer and scarcer, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe. She tried her best to slap the coffin board, but all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away. Her hands were too heavy to lift up, and her whole body was exhausted. A little bit of energy.

She could feel her consciousness beginning to blur, and her eyelids were sinking like a stone, just when she thought she was going to read it all over again.

The welded coffin lid was suddenly lifted open by some force and hit the floor with a loud sound, raising a cloud of dust.

Fresh air rushed into her lungs. Aning suddenly opened her eyes, physiological tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. She gasped for air, and her chest kept rising and falling.

The faint moonlight poured into the coffin and fell on her bright red wedding dress.

The only sound in the surroundings was her breathing. Aning raised his hands to hold the sides of the coffin as a support point and sat up. The cool scent of the mountain forest with the smell of rotten wood rushed into his nose.

She didn't know who saved her, but it was definitely not a human being.

The girl raised her eyes and scanned the dark surroundings. Through the moonlight, she could barely see that she was in a courtyard.

Different from buildings in modern society, this courtyard is built with blue tiles and wooden piles. Unlit lanterns are hung on all sides of the eaves, and the coffin is facing the closed door in front.

There is a tree in front of the door. It has thick roots and dense branches and leaves. It looks like it is old.

She looked around and found that except for the door in the main hall in front, the rooms on the left and right had no doors, just a wall.

After preparing herself mentally, Aning slowly climbed out of the coffin. As soon as her toes touched the ground, a gust of wind blew in. The lanterns in all directions suddenly lit up, and dots of red light in the darkness seemed to be the eyes of monsters observing in the dark.

But it also dispels the darkness and illuminates otherwise obscured buildings. Aning saw the closed door in front of him. There were many strange patterns carved on the door, which were intricately intertwined and looked like some kind of spell.

In the gloomy and mottled tree shadows, in the silent courtyard, Aning was talking to Xiaoliu in his mind, while bravely walking forward.

When she reached the door, she paused, and then she saw her raising her hand and knocking on the door gently three times. After making sure that no one was inside, Aning opened the door and walked in.

What caught the eye were lit candles on a simple black wood table, with a small and exquisite incense burner in the middle. In the row ahead were various fruit snacks, and three futons were placed on the floor.

It's like an altar, but I don't know who it is for.

Because there are no statues of gods, except for the patterns and patterns carved on the wall behind.

Aning took a step forward, and at this moment, the door behind him closed automatically.

Suddenly startled, she quickly walked to the door, raised her hand and opened the door. The door did not become unable to open after being shut by force majeure like in a horror movie, but opened with a gentle pull.

Aning was relieved and scared himself.

She closed the door again, not as scared as before, and then she looked back at the altar, her eyes lingering on the fresh tributes on it, and her stomach growled unsatisfactorily at this time.

Aning stared at the bright yellow oranges on the stage and swallowed subconsciously. It wasn't that she was hungry, it was this body.

She stepped forward and was about to reach out to pick up an orange when she suddenly thought of something, so she knelt on the futon in the middle with her hands clasped together and worshiped devoutly.

"I don't know which god you are, but I'm disturbing you here. Here's the thing. I haven't eaten today, and I really can't find anything edible, so I want to borrow your tribute to satisfy my hunger. But don't worry Given time, I will definitely repay you twice as much and worship you sincerely..."

"Do you think this is the case?"

"..."

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your acquiescence."

Aning looked around to make sure there was nothing weird. She got up from the ground, reached out and picked up the big orange that made her salivate and a plate of exquisite pastries.

The peel of the orange was peeled open, and the alluring orange fragrance suddenly spread, revealing a few chubby pieces of pulp inside. Aning took a bite of the pastry and a bite of the orange. She ate it in a hurry, and even burped after finishing it all.

"belch"

The sound of hiccups suddenly sounded in the empty room, which seemed a bit loud.

Aning immediately covered her mouth after realizing it. At this moment, she heard a voice, right next to her ear.

A soft voice sounded like a mountain spring, with a hint of endearment in its tone.

"Aning, you are stealing my oranges again."

Aning covered her lips and turned her head in horror when she heard the sound. A withered white hand put her shoulder on her shoulder at some point, and the frost-like coldness penetrated through her clothes.

Chills extended from her back to her scalp. Aning shivered and stepped back. He hesitated and almost fell to the ground. It was that hand that held her up.

The hand stretched out from a cloud of fog. Gradually the fog dissipated, and a human face slowly appeared, followed by a body, and finally limbs.

Aning saw him clearly. He was a man with an extremely outstanding appearance.

The man is tall and tall, wearing a loose snow-colored robe, and his skin is too white to look like a real person. His eyebrows are delicate, his eyes are narrow and round, and the color of his eyes is very light. The shadowy candlelight is reflected in his eyes, which is ethereal and chaotic. Her eyes were calm and friendly, and she even had a smile.