I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Would it hurt if there was a soul in the dead body?

Wang Xiaobaa didn't know the answer either, he didn't know if he was a zombie or a living dead.

He can feel warmth and eat normal food, and he also has human feelings and soul, but he also knows his own changes, not to mention strength and other abilities from the body.

A certain part of his emotion is degenerating, and that emotion can become awe, fear of things and creatures.

For example, if a normal person sees a vicious gangster or a dead body, he will feel very panic and fear in his heart, but Wang Xiaobaa is much calmer in this respect. Although he is also afraid, it is much milder.

Perhaps it was brought about by one's own changes, or perhaps it was influenced by the memory of the previous life.

After all, in his previous life, he lived in an era when his life and dignity were worthless.

Lying on the cold iron frame bed, Wang Xiaobaa took off his shirt, but covered his body with a layer of cloth covering his chest. Anesthetics were not very effective for him, so he walked out of the cabinet with a bruised nose and a swollen face and a smile. He took out a small incense burner.

The lavender smoke curled up from the many small holes in the incense burner, climbing into the air at a very slow speed.

Wen Fengjin frowned and held his breath, looked up at the other party: "You actually have this."

"After all, I'm in this business. After a long time, there will always be some good things." Yiyan took out a cloth towel soaked in some kind of liquid to wrap his mouth and nose, and smiled like a vixen. Forget it then."

"Such a rare item, you know it in your heart."

"Yeah." Wen Fengji said lightly, "You just use it."

The treasures in his tomb are piled up like a mountain, and the treasures that many people have spent their entire lives looking for are as numerous as the hairs of a cow in his hands, so the tomb makes countless people crazy about it.

Yiyan's slender eyes were bent and pointed, "As expected of you, it seems that I can make a few more money today."

Wenfeng ignored him, and bent his slender and straight shoulders, so that the long silver hair slid down his back and hung on Wang Xiaobaa's stomach, a touch of tenderness was hidden under his haughty and indifferent expression, he looked at the woman on the bed. Wang Xiaobaa, "Are you afraid?"

Wang Xiaobaa pursed her lips and shook her head.

After shaking, he was covered by cold hands on the side of his face, and pressed his lower lip with his thumb, and looked at him at the wind, "Speak."

"I'm a little scared." Wang Xiaobaa sniffled and looked at him eagerly.

Wen Feng let out a low smile, "Then I'll stand here and let you watch me, okay? Huh?"

"it is good."

Wang Xiaobaa sniffed the aroma from the tip of his nose, but he didn't know how it was made. Even the anesthetic didn't work much, but now he felt sleepy and his head didn't hurt. The feeling is gone.

Saying that I am afraid that I am not, and saying that I am not afraid is also a lie.

He hasn't even had an appendix operation since he was a child, and he has been injured in ancient times, but is that the same as being held in a "black clinic" and letting a weirdo use a knife? !

To be honest, he just can't believe a word, some people may look at each other and know at the first sight: 'This is not my style. '

Wang Xiaobaa always felt that it was weird to say something, living independently and elegantly, but cruel and decisive.

Once such a person confirms his theory, even if you try to communicate with him, he will serve you tea politely, listen gently to everything you have to say, turn around and continue to do it at his own pace.

All in all, a very difficult type of people.

Seeing that Wang Xiaobaa was speechless after hearing the wind, she nodded to Yiyan, "It's ok."

With one word, he turned around and said to the silent girl behind him, "It's time to start."

The girl behind is the 'Sailor Moon' they saw last time, but today she is wearing a clean little skirt and her hair is dyed black. She looks like a junior high school student who is about to enter high school.

It was Yiyan who called her to come over. Wang Xiaobaa was curious about what happened to this little girl and Yiyan, but she didn't have the nerve to ask more.

Hearing the words, the little girl hugged the tray quietly and quietly began to arrange various things.

Looks very skilled and professional.

Wang Xiaobaa stared at Wen Fengjin's face getting more and more sleepy, and finally couldn't help closing it. Before falling asleep, he heard Bai Yu raising his voice outside the cubicle to cheer him on.

……

The operating light was turned off, making the already fair skin on the bed even paler.

Wang Xiaobaa closed her eyes, small shadows were cast from the corners of her eyes and under her eyelashes, Wen Fengji just stood where she was just now, holding his hanging hand and quietly looking at his face.

Yiyan's slender eyes swept over, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened. He turned his head and took a bottle of transparent medicine from the tray held by the girl.

The small glass bottle with a pointed mouth tilted, and a few drops of liquid dropped on Wang Xiaobaa's exposed left chest.

What I said just now about dissection was just teasing Wang Xiaobaa. Taking out the feather pattern is actually very simple, at least it was like that before the feather pattern went through the second boarding.

The moment a few drops of the colorless and odorless liquid permeated the skin surface, the pale skin suddenly turned red on a large scale, and patches of feathers grew wildly and even surged as if some reaction had occurred!

There are more and more bottles and cans, and more and more medicines are dripping on them.

Those red lines that only started to grow on the skin actually popped out on the skin!

The red feathers poked out of the skin like threads or Gu worms, because Yao's red thing could still twist, shaking like a drunk person.

"Oh, this is even more exaggerated than I imagined." I was stunned for a while, and then said with a little deep meaning: "It seems that this body is indeed more suitable for this little thing than Yan Chun's. Look at its length, It's almost up to the cheek."

His tone seemed to be talking about the overweight children of his relatives, gentle and helpless.

The deep pupils reflected blood red, and the disgust in his eyes was undisguised.

Yiyan put his fingers lightly on those red 'silk threads'.

"You don't like it very much? In fact, this is one of my better masterpieces."

"Remove it."

Hearing the wind, he looked at a word.

A word is also seen and heard.

"...the aura has changed." Yiyan laughed, "It seems that it is not accurate to call him a 'collection', but this is the first time I have seen such a perfect type of him, whether it is body or Thoughts are the same as human beings, it is simply the most perfect work of art I am after."

"The child next to me was also made by me." Yiyan patted the head of the girl who was holding the tray, and the girl continued to hold it expressionlessly and emotionlessly.

"The materials are obviously very precious, and it took me so many years of hard work to create a human-like life. I think that among the same craftsmen, this technology has reached its peak."

"Until I saw your..."

"Sure enough, the soul is the key..."

One word said: "Can you give it to me, or lend me to study—er——"

The iron frame bed rubbed against the floor and made a harsh sound, accompanied by the sound of objects colliding with each other.

Bai Yu, who was continuing to observe the rare materials outside the compartment, was taken aback, and looked back at the compartment, but there was no strange sound coming from inside.

"Did you accidentally touch the plate?" Bai Yu scratched her head and continued to drool over the ingredients.

If only so many precious materials were mine!

……

'tick'

'tick'

The bright red liquid fell to the floor and shattered, smashing into tiny flowers.

Yiyan covered the right side of his face with his hands, blood began to drip down his fingers, he frowned in pain, even the usual smile disappeared.

His hands and most of his face were covered with sticky blood, and the moment Wen Fengjin made a move on the opposite side, he was already injured before he even saw clearly how Wen Fengjin made his move.

The blurred vision of one eye reflected the terrifying and oppressive figure on the opposite side.

"Remember the pain now, and don't make any more unpleasant temptations." His deep eyes stared at Yiyan's miserable appearance, which seemed a little pleasant, and his sharp lips curved sinisterly and full of murderous intent.

There is absolutely no need to cover up the news that he is not in front of Wang Xiaobaa. The once invincible 'monster' obviously just looked at him head-on, but he was full of contempt and disdain for a single word.

Wenfengjin's power and longevity allow him to control the life and death of others at will. After all, in the face of absolute power, any calculation is futile.

Would you feel bad for stepping on an ant?

No, so killing unnecessary people is the same for Wenfengjin.

"I don't mind your purpose, because I will kill you before you hit my senior brother with your little thoughts, and I will tear out your whole brain at that time."

"Immediately start removing the feather patterns, do you understand?"

"……I know."

Yiyan was silent for a while, picked up the bandage and potion next to him, and treated the hideous wound from the corner of the eye to the chin in a simple and skillful manner, while the girl next to him stood motionless from the moment he was attacked to the injury.

Like a machine that doesn't work unless it's ordered.

After tidying up his words, his face lost his smile. He watched Hongwen, who had already taken the potion and was no longer struggling, took out a pair of slender golden copper-colored scissors from the tray, opened the scissors and coated them with the potion. The root of the tattoo was pierced.

The cold power is like a poisonous snake wrapped around Yiyan's neck, as if he just pressed down on the scissors a little bit, his neck would be crushed in an instant, and his whole head would be ripped off and blood would splash on the spot!

That's just the coercion that has been exhausted——

How many people would have to be killed to have such a powerful killing intent?The feather pattern under his hand was like being splashed with sulfuric acid, emitting smoke and writhing crazily, making a burning sound of '呲味'.

But the watery face of the person on the bed is still peaceful, even the feather pattern has been completely eliminated.

But he is indeed alive, even through the scissors, he can feel the heartbeat from his fingers!

In contrast, the most proud masterpiece beside him is simply a failure...

It's not that there are no puppets that have been sacrificed, but in the end, either they have changed beyond recognition and become a tool that can kill people, or they don't even have a human figure at all.

special blood...

Really great...

How many years of training does such a perfect work need?How much blood is needed?

"It's ready." Yiyan turned away expressionlessly and walked to the nearby sink to clean the scissors. He lowered his head, his eyes were burning with intense emotion, and he rubbed his fingers slightly when he felt his heartbeat just now.

What ordinary people have to work hard to get in their lifetime, those monsters can get it easily.

Thinking about it, that's why he hates these alien races so much. Non-human alien races have no right to survive in this world. They themselves are existences that disrupt order and rules!

These monsters who can rise above others without effort!

"The reward will come to you tomorrow."

Wen Fengjin said something indifferently, helped Wang Xiaobaa get up on the bed, put the clothes on him, hugged him and turned to leave.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't give a word or an expression.

When it loses value, ignore it.

After the sound from downstairs disappeared, Yiyan clenched her palms tightly.

[The author has something to say: I am not in a good condition today, and my aunt is here, ouch.

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