Chapter 661 The Master Buried In The Ground (2)

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Sadako walked in, saw the pile of dead dogs, and opened her mouth in surprise.

"Sadako, can you tell me why this is?"

Yang Zimei hoped that Sadako would understand, and asked urgently.

"I'm sorry, master, I don't know."

Zhenzi shook her head, but Yang Zimei clearly saw that her fingers were shaking slightly, which was very different from usual.

"really do not know?"

Yang Zimei's eyes were cold, "Don't forget, I am your master."

"Master, I really don't know, I just feel inexplicably scared." Sadako replied with her head down.

You are a living dead, afraid of a fart!

Yang Zimei wanted to scold, but didn't say it.

"Move all these dead dogs out."

Yang Zimei asked her to speak.

"Yes, Master."

Sadako carried forward her perfect maid spirit that one is not afraid of hardship, the other is not afraid of tiredness, and the third is not afraid of stink, and she carefully wrapped the mummified dogs in oilcloth and threw them to the suburbs and buried them.

Yang Zimei shoveled down with a shovel, and there was actually a coffin underneath.

Around the coffin, there are five-pointed star formations, as if to suppress something.

Is this what the master did?

Didn't Master always despise Japanese Onmyoji as a superficial branch of our ancient Chinese arts?

Why do you always use the pentagram enchantment now?

She was too lazy to decipher them one by one, so she took the Mo Xie sword from her room and made a few strokes on it.

The dense pentagram enchantment was rushed by Jianmang and disappeared without a trace.

The coffins are ordinary coffins, painted wood or something, and they are still very new, as if they were buried not long ago.

Yang Zimei nervously lifted the lid of the coffin, and then the whole person was stunned, her whole body was cold, and her tears flowed...

Lying in the coffin was none other than his own master Li Yuqing, with his eyes closed, he looked very peaceful, as if he was asleep.

"Master...Father..." Yang Zimei's voice trembled as she touched Yuqing's face with trembling hands.

Finding that his face still had the body temperature of a living person, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly reached out to touch his pulse, and there was a slight pulse.

"Master—"

Yang Zimei screamed in surprise and joy, and hurriedly picked him up from the coffin.

Only now did she realize that Master's body was very light and light.

When she was six years old, when her vitality was backlashed and her muscles and bones were exhausted, her master always held her and raised her with feces and urine.

At that time, in her eyes, Master was as heavy as Mount Tai, and she was her most reliable support.

Now, it was his turn to hug Master, but he was so light.

Yang Zimei carefully placed him on the bed beside him, used a silver needle to instill vitality into him, and put a thousand-year-old ginseng slice into his mouth, hanging his anger.

Sadako walked in, saw the situation in front of her, and asked in surprise, "The Taoist priest is back?"

Yang Zimei turned her head and glared at her angrily, "Didn't you say that Master is far away? Why is Master in the underground coffin?"

Sadako blinked innocently, shook her head and said, "Master, I really don't know, that's what he told me to tell you when he went out that day."

"Meow--"

The black cat broke in and blinked his dark green eyes at Yuqing who was lying still on the bed, as if he saw an acquaintance.

Yang Zimei didn't notice the black cat's expression. She checked the master's vital body, and it was basically in a normal state, but——

When she opened her heavenly eyes to look at her master, she found that his three souls and seven souls were gone, only one soul remained.

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