Little Mr. is one hundred years old

where is this place?

Qing Huan rubbed her swollen head while opening her eyes, what she saw was darkness.

He clearly remembers before... yes, before...

He went to the governor's house with a gift, and the servant asked him to wait for the governor's wife in the side hall. Then Shen Zangchun came, and he lost his temper for the first time, who was always indifferent to himself, and threw away the gift and chased him away Let's go, and then the governor's wife appeared, she lost her temper, and then let the servant take him away forcefully - the governor's wife was very kind to herself, and even gently persuaded herself to drink tea and snacks, next... …

No more.

Qing Huan woke up and was already here.

He wanted to get up and found that he was in an extremely closed and narrow space. He touched the surrounding area and found that it was sealed up, down, left, and right. To no avail, he felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, and it was a bit difficult to breathe...

His mind was a little dizzy, and suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Qing Huan realized where he was...

Made of wood, a narrow space completely enclosed around it, shaped like a rectangle...

This is a coffin.

Qing Huan's desire to save himself suddenly dissipated, and his whole body became weak. Now, he is in a coffin.

The kind and gentle smile of the governor's wife flashed through my mind, as well as those teas and snacks...

Why...why did you do this to me? ...

If, if all these weird things were connected together, if it was a conspiracy from the beginning... was selected as Shen Zangchun's accompanying student, entered Guanhong Academy, and cared for him abnormally every time he met...

So, saying at that time that you will be reborn into a good family in your next life is already a kind of foreshadowing, right?

Qing Huan curled up into a ball, in the darkness, tears flowed out uncontrollably...

"Kaka..." There was a strange sound from outside, it seemed that someone was coming, no, not just one person, there were many people, they were approaching.

But there was no human voice—the biting chill enveloped Qing Huan.There were constant knocking sounds from above the coffin, and even the sound of fingernails scraping against the wood... The "people" outside were very excited.

"whee……"

"Woooo..."

"Cuckoo..."

"crunch..."

The sound is as close as in the ear.

Qing Huan covered his ears, but he couldn't avoid those weird voices. He could completely imagine what was waiting for him outside the coffin... The whole coffin was shaking...

Today is Shen Zangchun's birthday, and it's also his own birthday. July [-]th, the Ghost Festival, is also the legendary ghost festival, the day when the gates of hell and ghosts are opened.

The sound of teeth gnawing on wood—Qing Huan closed his eyes, and after the extreme fear, he showed a wry smile—never thought that he would die like this... In a place where there are no people, just waiting for the arrival of those unknown ghosts Ling Chi... Let's end it like this, anyway, I have already been like this in this life, with a low life and being at the mercy of others, just like what the governor's wife said, in the next life, let's have a good pregnancy.

Qing Huan slowly closed her eyes, and in the thin air, her consciousness gradually faded away... The last consciousness stayed in the sound of "clang"——the lid must be opened...

I don't know how long it has passed, Qing Huan woke up again, he was still in the coffin, but the lid had been opened, he could clearly see the surrounding environment - there were no "people".The ground was in a mess, and the sacrificial objects were overturned. It seemed that the top... had collapsed... and Qing Huan's side was lucky to be supported by stone pillars, so it didn't collapse.

Qing Huan crawled out of the coffin and frowned when he saw the red dress and shoes on his body. The satin material was the best he had ever worn, but at this moment he only felt disgusted.

Except for the white lanterns hanging on the coffin poles, the surrounding area was dark, as if something would pop out at any moment...

Qing Huan's eyes lit up, and he saw a narrow passage. Although he didn't know what was waiting for him inside, it was better than waiting here to die.

As Qing Huan went deeper and deeper, a voice from the top became louder——

"哗啦哗啦..." It seemed to be the sound of rain, and it was heavy rain.

The air smelled of damp earth, and later mixed with a strange burnt smell, like the smell of burnt meat.

The field of vision in front of her eyes became wider and brighter——finally Qing Huan saw a bigger landslide, from which the rainwater poured down.If you can climb out of here...

Qing Huan sees hope.

"Wow... slap—"

There was a huge sound of water, like some huge monster churning in the water...

It turned out that directly below the landslide, there was a huge pit, not so much a pit, but more like a pool, and it was a pool of blood—a pool full of blood, and a monster bathed in that blood, like a snake but not a snake, It was more than ten meters long and twice as thick as a normal human body. It had horns on its head, and one of the horns was broken off, and blood flowed out. Its body was full of scars, and the burning smell came from it. Wounds from electric shocks.

Those blood-red eyes the size of copper bells stared over, Qing Huan was so frightened that the lantern in his hand dropped, he turned around and was about to run back——

"Ouch-"

There was an ear-piercing roar, as if the sky and the earth were shaking, and then the cave in front of Qing Huan collapsed in an instant—Qing Huan hugged his head, and a bloody tail flew over Qing Huan's body and threw him into the pool of blood Dragging in, Qing Huan's body fell heavily inside, and he felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, like a broken doll, letting himself be manipulated.

The tail was tightly wrapped around Qing Huan's body, and the sharp scales on it scratched Qing Huan's clothes, piercing the human body one by one like blades...Blood gushed out of Qing Huan's body continuously, It mixed with the blood of the monster, and there was more and more blood in the pool——Qing Huan felt as if her body was about to be squeezed, from begging for mercy at the beginning to being completely speechless, her expression changed from Red turned blue and then turned pale... The black pupils gradually lost their luster, and the signs of life gradually disappeared... The last consciousness was the huge head approaching, and the sharp teeth protruding from the bloody mouth...

Blood mixed with rainwater, the water level gradually rose, and finally drowned Qing Huan and that strange creature...

A faint phosphorescence glowed above the blood pool...

I don't know how long it took, but Qing Huan's consciousness began to recover. He could feel his body getting hot, as if it was going to burst... he couldn't breathe...

His whole body seemed to be pressed by something, sticky, smelly, the instinct of survival allowed him to push away all the forces that suppressed him, he kept struggling and climbing... Finally his head popped out, rainwater It landed on his face, his vision gradually cleared up, the sky in the distance was slightly bright -- lying around...tombstones...and dense bones...

With a shiver, Qing Huan used all her strength to crawl out of the buried soil, stumbling forward, and sat on the ground until she was exhausted and gasped for breath...

Almost... died in it.

The memory gradually cleared up. He was obviously a living person but was buried as a dead person. He met that snake-like monster and was dragged into the pool of blood. It hurt so much... Qing Huan felt the wound on his body when he thought of it ... But, it was smooth, with nothing, not to mention wounds, not even scabs—could it be, was that just my own illusion?Or is it just a dream?

No, the clothes on his body had fine scratches one after another, as if cut by a sharp knife.

So how can the real painful memory be false?

The rain is still falling, the rain is much weaker than the previous downpour, but it has no intention of stopping... Qing Huan, who just crawled out of the soil, is covered in mud, and the rain gradually wipes out the mud on his body. washed away...

In the heavy rain, it seemed that the sky and the earth were connected in the uninhabited wasteland. There was only a red figure sitting there. He was drenched all over, his expression was dull, there was no trace of expression in his beautiful eyes, and his face was as flawless as white porcelain. The whole person is like a delicate doll...

Yicheng City Chronicle records that in the year of Jiazi, there was a once-in-a-century earthquake and heavy rain in Yicheng, killing and injuring nearly a thousand people. It is said that dozens of people saw a strange shape in the sky that night, but disappeared, suspected to be the shadow of a dragon.