I Excavated an Emperor to Become a Wife.

Ninghua Village has long been uninhabited, and Xiaohe Village, which is the closest to Ninghua Village, is about five miles away. With the development of Xi'an, all the young people in the village have gone to work in the city, and there are only a dozen old people and children left behind. , Although Qiongshan's vibrations and roars were violent, they seemed much smaller against the background of the thunder.

What's more, having heard enough of the mysterious stories about the Qiongshan murder case, in the middle of the night, even if they heard the roar, the superstitious old man would not allow the child to go out, and would only pray for the blessing of the gods in the house.

It's just that they couldn't have imagined that the god they prayed to would set off a huge wave in Ninghua Village, five miles away.

The sky as dark as ink is like a dark hell, devouring all the stars and moonlight. Only the occasional lightning illuminates the sky and the earth in an instant, which makes people distinguish where is the sky and where is the earth...

Where are the gods who rescue the suffering, where are the ghosts who kill and set fire...

The winter in Xi'an has lost the look of vegetation, and the mountains have become barren, but the temperature in December should have dropped to a few degrees below zero in previous years, but today the cold winter came a bit late, and the temperature in mid-December was only below zero.Xi'an is a city with little rain, and December is the dry season. It hardly rains, let alone the lightning and thunder like today.

It seemed as if it had been accumulated for several months, the sky was howling, and the cold wind was howling, trying to pour down the rain accumulated this year.

The dark sky, the dark air, cold and chilling.

The howling cold wind was mixed with some inexplicable sounds, which could not be seen or heard clearly.For a long time, I saw those uninhabited old houses in Ninghua Village collapsed, as if they were crushed by heavy objects flying from the sky, leaving only broken eaves and broken walls.When the heavy rain mixed with ice particles poured down, the messy village was even more desolate and pitiful.

How long can he last?Su Jingmo didn't want to calculate, the shoulders, arms, and back injured by Jian Yu faintly glowed, like a cluster of flames growing in his flesh and blood for no reason, which lasted for a long time, scorching his flesh, burning pain It made Su Jingmo move a little slower, hanging in the air and looking at the collapsed house, Su Jingmo held his breath and searched for the trace of Lin Zuo, he should have hit him just now, when the house collapsed, he could still hear a person whispering He cried out in pain, but at this moment, Lin Zuo was nowhere to be found.

Su Jingmo didn't dare to go far, afraid that Lin Zuo would attack Tan Cheng again, but Lin Zuo was probably seriously injured by that blow.

Seeing the rain and snow falling, Su Jingmo was a ghost, and the rain and snow naturally couldn't fall on him. He didn't feel wet or cold, but Tan Cheng was different. Tan Cheng was a living person. Let alone lying in the wilderness in such a cold weather, it would be bad if he was drenched in the rain with icy scum, not to mention, Tan Cheng's body can't stand the torment now...

When he saw Tan Cheng who was drenched and pale, Su Jingmo thought so, and flew to Tan Cheng's place, supported Tan Cheng with his ghostly aura, and then took Tan Cheng to the house that didn't collapse.

But in just a short while, Tan Cheng was soaked by the rain.

The ghost could see clearly at night, so he put Tan Cheng on the 'board' bed in the room, after thinking about it, Su Jingmo took off the wet clothes for Tan Cheng, and pulled the quilt aside to cover Tan Cheng.

Someone should have lived in this house not long ago, so there wasn't much dust.Su Jingmo took a look around this strange house, there was no stove, no firewood... Su Jingmo frowned slightly, it has been more than 1000 years, is it possible that people here rely on quilts to keep warm in winter?How is it worse than it was more than 1000 years ago?

"You talk about this world so mysteriously, but it's nothing more than that to me."

"Cough...cough..."

Tan Cheng coughed, and Su Jingmo leaned over to look around, but saw that Tan Cheng's pale face turned flushed, maybe there was a lot of cold wind, and he was staying in the cold tomb for the past few days Here, I didn't eat anything, and I was exhausted and caught the cold.Maybe something to eat would be better.

Tucking Tan Cheng's quilt, Su Jingmo looked around the room,

The thing on the table in the corner with a smooth exterior that can barely be called a pot is actually the most compact thing in this dilapidated house. He walked forward and wanted to lift the lid to see if there was anything to eat, but found that the pot was nowhere to be found anyway. Unable to uncover.

Su Jingmo squinted his eyes, and hummed softly with unknown meaning. The ghostly air from his fingertips opened the lid in an instant...

Naturally, there was nothing in the pot.

I wanted to search again, but Lin Zuo's aura suddenly appeared outside the house, Su Jingmo snorted softly, and disappeared in the old house in an instant.

Although there was no fire in the room, it was more or less sheltered from the wind and rain, which was much better than outside. Tan Cheng was in a daze, and felt that someone had covered him with a quilt. It flowed a lot.

The hot and cold feeling was really unbearable. Tan Cheng slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything at night.But if there is a quilt, it should be in the house.It wasn't until the lightning flashed outside the house that Tan Cheng realized that this room was the duty room of the archaeological team, which happened to be the room where he usually lived.

"Jing Mo?"

Tan Cheng's dry throat was a little tingling, and Tan Cheng coughed twice and shouted.

Naturally, no one in the room answered.

Tan Cheng panicked and struggled to get up. There were clothes in the bedside cabinet. Tan Cheng rummaged through them, put them on casually, and hurriedly stood up. The top-heavy Tan Cheng staggered when he stood up. I groped my way to the door and pressed the light switch, but the light didn't turn on because I didn't know where the wire was broken.

Tan Cheng struggled to open the wooden door. He wanted to go out, but he slumped on the ground exhausted.

This body can't do anything at all... After all, he is still alive, without food and water, he can't control himself at all.

Tan Cheng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and stood up against the wall. He moved to the desk, found out the bread and biscuits stored in the box, and swallowed them in big gulps, regardless of whether they were expired or not.

After eating the dry food in his hand, Tan Cheng fumbled for the lighter to light it up, found the cold tablets in the box, moved to the wall to scoop up a scoop of raw water from the bucket, and swallowed the cold medicine.

After doing all this, Tan Cheng had no strength left, and sat slumped with his back against the wall. Tan Cheng closed his eyes and breathed with difficulty. He didn't know why he was struggling to live like this. He obviously planned to stay with Su Jingmo. What are you eating these things for?

It's better to just go away, become a ghost, that's... better.

The door of the old house creaked, and Tan Cheng hurriedly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the person he was thinking of.

"You, why are you here? Cough, have you seen Su Jingmo! How is he doing now! Cough cough."

Qu Zhiwen held a searchlight in his hand, and he didn't care about the mud all over his body. He put Jiang Ping, who was unconscious on his back, on the bed.

"He and Su Weiran fought on the top of Qiongshan Mountain, so he should be fine now."

"What do you mean when you're all right now?!" Tan Cheng stood up with the support of the wall, and asked eagerly, "Who the hell is Su Weiran? How could he..."

What he wanted to say was interrupted by coughing. Accompanied by the violent coughing, his body trembled slightly. Tan Cheng frowned and bent over, covering his chest with one hand and propping up the wall with the other. It took him a while to recover and said in pain: "What should I do?"

Qu Zhiwen looked at Tan Cheng's pale face, unable to straighten his body, and felt a little unbearable.

"I'm not very clear about Su Weiran's details... He shouldn't be a mortal." Qu Zhiwen couldn't help but wonder when he said that, could it be that Su Jingyan used the 梼杌 bone to become a fairy?

"...However, in my opinion, Su Jingmo should be better."

He can see clearly what Su Jingmo's situation is like. Su Wei can't bear Su Jingmo's attack, his body and soul have been severely injured, but Su Jingmo is not much better, Su Jingmo is not a As a cultivator, not to mention that there are many things that ghosts can't do. In addition, he broke the formation and protected Tan Cheng. The soul of more than 1000 years has long been overwhelmed...

Now fighting Su Weiran, relying on the ghost energy accumulated over 1000 years and good martial arts during his lifetime, he barely suppresses Su Weiran.

If the two continue to fight, they will only suffer losses...

Qu Zhiwen looked at Tan Cheng in front of him and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say it in the end.

He knew from the time Su Jingmo left the tomb that he wanted Tan Cheng to live and gave up the obsession with his soul that had guarded the tomb for thousands of years.

It is inevitable that Su Jingmo's soul will fly away, I am afraid that the current Su Jingmo really intends to die with Su Weiran.

Let Tan Cheng live, Qu Zhiwen thought, Su Jingmo's choice is probably the cruelest choice for Tan Cheng.

Seeing that Qu Zhiwen was hesitating in speaking, Tan Cheng realized that things would not be that simple. Thinking of this, Tan Cheng stumbled and walked out of the house.

"Tan Cheng, you were just making trouble for Su Jingmo in the past!"

Tan Cheng didn't reply, he just raised his foot and stepped out of the wooden door of the old house.

"Don't even think about it, why would Su Jingmo do this?! Tan Cheng, he wants you to live, do you understand!"

"It's because he wants me to live!" Tan Cheng lowered his head and roared angrily, "I don't dare to die because I know... I will give him whatever he wants, and I will promise him whatever he asks for, but, Only this thing, I don't want to..."

"Do you think I don't know what he means? I've been with him longer than you. Do you think I can't see his wavering? I used to look forward to his response, but now, I'd rather he has no friendship with me." He would rather let me guard the tomb on his behalf so that for thousands of years from now, I will be able to stay where he used to be, and I can still feel that he is still by my side.

"I know he's going to disappear, but I just don't dare to think about it, I don't dare to think that he is really in love with me, I don't dare to think about him disappearing, without him, how will I live my life in the future..."

I dare not imagine how painful Su Jingmo will be...