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Lu Wan also frowned, her eyes full of disgust. Her delicate features became distorted because of the unpleasant smell.

"Ah, why does it stink so much! Could it be the smell of a corpse? So disgusting! What should I do?" Her voice trembled, as if she was trying her best to suppress the fear in her heart.

Ling Qiao quickly turned around and ran out, spitting out saliva non-stop. Her frail body was trembling slightly because of the vomiting.

"It's so disgusting, what's that smell! Do we really have to wipe each other here? I can't stand it." There was a hint of crying in her voice, which made people feel particularly distressed.

Qianyu also murmured, "It's true that being a queen is not so easy! I didn't expect to encounter such a situation." Her eyes were full of helplessness, as if she was lamenting the unfairness of fate.

Jiao Rao was full of impatience, and her pretty face turned red with anger. "What should we do? It stinks so bad, how can that old witch Wan Fei bear it? Can she tolerate this smell?" Her voice was sharp and piercing, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction.

Hong Meng wrinkled her nose and said, "Maybe they are used to the smell here every day! But we can't stand it." Her eyes were full of grievance, as if she felt unfair for her own experience.

Cui Yan asked hesitantly: "Should we still wipe it off? If not, how are we going to explain to the Emperor?" Her voice was full of worry, as if she was confused about her future.

Yu Zhu gritted her teeth, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes. Her tightly pursed lips revealed her determination. "Damn! We must complete the task assigned by the emperor. We can't back down because of this little difficulty. When we return to the palace and become empresses, we won't have to suffer this kind of hardship anymore."

Her voice is sonorous and powerful, which makes people feel confident.

Lu Wan said worriedly: "But the smell is so bad, how can we bear it?" Her eyes were full of anxiety, as if she was afraid of the challenges she was about to face.

Ling Qiao shook her head, her long black hair fluttering gently with her movements.

"I really don't want to go in. The smell will make me vomit." There was a hint of despair in her voice, which made people feel particularly sad.

Qianyu sighed, her gentle eyes full of helplessness. "There is no other way. For our future, we can only endure it." Her voice was gentle, like a breeze brushing past the ear.

Jiao Rao said reluctantly: "Okay, then finish it quickly and get out of this damn place." Her voice was full of disgust, as if she regretted her decision.

Hong Meng and Cui Yan also nodded helplessly, their eyes full of helplessness and fear.

The seven people held their breath and walked into the mourning hall again. When they came to the coffin, the smell was not just ordinary, but pungent. Even if they held their breath, the stench still filled their noses.

At this time, they could no longer hold their breath and began to breathe. There were bangs and bangs in the Qingxin hut, and a group of people rushed out and squatted on the ground. Yu Zhu's face was extremely ugly, and her beautiful face became distorted because of the unpleasant smell.

"Ahhhh..." Her voice was filled with pain and despair.

Lu Wan couldn't help vomiting, her thin body trembling slightly because of vomiting.

"It stinks too much." Her voice trembled, as if she was trying hard to suppress the fear in her heart.

Ling Qiao vomited and said, "I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore." There was a hint of crying in her voice, which made people feel particularly distressed.

Qian Yu's face was full of pain, and her gentle eyes were full of helplessness. "What can I do?" Her voice was gentle, like a breeze brushing past my ears.

Jiao Rao, Hong Meng and Cui Yan also vomited one after another, a collective retching… The sound echoed in the silent mourning hall, making people feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Should we not wipe it off?" Cui Yan's voice trembled slightly, and her slightly trembling lips were as fragile as petals in the wind.

She glanced at the mourning hall secretly. The flickering candlelight was swaying. In the dim light, a figure seemed to stand up straight in the coffin. Cui Yan's face turned pale in an instant, like a piece of white paper. She widened her eyes in horror, and her eyes were full of fear, as if she had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. "Ah!" She quickly hugged Hong Meng, her body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind. "Ghost!"

Everyone was startled by Cui Yan's scream and looked towards the mourning hall. In an instant, fear surged into their hearts like a tide, and everyone screamed and hugged each other. Yu Zhu's face was full of panic, and her delicate features became distorted because of fear.

Her eyes were filled with fear, and that fear was like a ghost in the dark, tightly entangling her. Her heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Lu Wan was also frightened and her face turned pale. Her originally rosy cheeks were now bloodless, and her body was trembling slightly, like a flower stamen in the breeze. Ling Qiao's eyes flashed with a trace of panic, but she quickly calmed down. She bit her lips slightly, trying to keep herself calm.

Qian Yu bit her lips tightly, until they turned pale, and held on to the people around her tightly with both hands, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw. Jiao Rao and Hong Meng were terrified, their eyes were full of tears, and their bodies kept shaking like frightened little rabbits.

At this time, outside Qingxin Cottage, the night was as dark as ink, so thick that it seemed impossible to dissolve. The wind blew quietly, and the leaves rustled, like ghosts whispering.

The sound of the leaves was particularly clear in the silent night, making people feel creepy. The mountains in the distance were looming in the darkness, as if a huge black shadow was watching everything.

Inside the mourning hall, the faint candlelight flickered in the wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, casting strange shadows. The shadows danced on the wall like a devil's dance. The air seemed to be frozen, filled with a gloomy atmosphere. The atmosphere made people feel depressed, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling their throats.

"I don't believe it. Maybe Cui Yan is just dazzled! We haven't done anything wrong. Besides, we didn't kill the prince! Every wrong has its perpetrator, and the ghost should scare those people!"

Ling Qiao's voice was trembling, but it revealed a hint of determination. She was actually very scared, but she didn't want to show weakness in front of everyone. She straightened her chest slightly, trying to make herself look brave.

"Yes, yes, what Ling Qiao said makes sense. Then let's see?" Hong Meng's voice was filled with fear and hesitation. There was uneasiness in her eyes, and that uneasiness was like stars twinkling in the night sky.