Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

After returning from the hospital, I often sit quietly alone. I once thought about leaving Wang Duoxi and this life of being treated as a pet, but I have been locked in this golden cage for too long, too long. I won't step out of the cage.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to call Wang Duoxi, and I asked him if he would like to divorce his wife and stay with me? He refused and broke up with me.

I just remember taking the sharp weapon and aiming it at my own throat...

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Li Xiayuan's hair was driven by resentment, and her dense long hair was floating in the whole house.

Li Xiayuan vented all her grievances, it is not reconciled, why it has to endure, why people who cheated it will not be punished, it aimed all its grievances at Feng Nian, she was the one who took Wang Duoxi hid.

The long hair floating in the air suddenly stopped, and turned into tough black silk, heading towards Feng Nian.

As soon as Li Xiayuan's hair touched the paper-wrapped wall, black smoke began to emit. Even though the old horse had used a spell beforehand, it couldn't stop Li Xiayuan's monstrous resentment.

You don't listen to the advice of the bystanders, you plunge into it, and you kill people after you die, so I can't keep you.

Feng Nian recited the incantation silently, and Li Xiayuan's tough black hair was cut off by countless purple lights and fell to the floor. Li Xiayuan's long hair became shoulder-length, purple light flashed in front of her eyes, she saw her father and mother in a daze, both of them smiled and stretched out their hands towards it...

The paper house made by old horses was reduced to ashes in the fire. What used to be a brightly lit neighborhood turned into a dark alley.

That girl is also pitiful, hey, everyone has his own life, Lao Ma said with emotion.

At the other end of the alley, a man and a woman came over. The man looks like he is in his fifties, the top of his head is already covered by the Mediterranean Sea, the few remaining hairs are covered in front, and he has a beer belly. He is Wang Duoxi.

I've said it all, I told you not to go into the flowers when you grow old, that's all right now, I've sent you a letter to report to your leader, what should you do? The woman is Wang Duosili's wife, she pointed Wang Duo scolded.

Feng Nian glanced at Wang Duoxie, Wang Duoxie lowered his head, and didn't reply, because his wife's family background was better than his, and he relied entirely on his wife to make his fortune.

Wang Duoxi's eyebrows are thick, greasy, and broken; the tails of the eyebrows are not gathered together, and the eyebrows are inferior. They are vulgar and difficult to jump on the stage. In other words, Wang Duosilicon's good days are coming to an end.

Feng Nian withdrew his gaze and signaled the old horse to leave here.

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The door of the funeral home.

The old horse patted on the door for a long time, but no one came to open it. In desperation, he and Feng Nian climbed over the wall and entered.

Lu Xingde hid under the only table in his office, trembling. He had heard the bang bang knock on the door a long time ago, but how dare he open the door, could it be that the female corpse went back and forth.

The old horse kicked Lu Xingde's butt exposed under the table.

I saw Lu Xingde covering his head with his hands, muttering, Hurry up, Master Feng is very powerful, once she comes, you will die.

The old horse said helplessly, Master Feng is back, behind you. I don't know how Lu Xingde works in the funeral parlor, he is so timid, and there is a charm given by Feng Nian on the outside, where did those ghosts get into this office .

Only then did Lu Xingde show his head from under the table tremblingly, and after seeing clearly that it was Feng Nian, he said with an embarrassed expression, Master Feng, are you back?

Feng Nian sat down on the chair, The female corpse is settled. The corpses of Shi Feng and Zhong Dada are in the well in the funeral parlor. Let someone salvage them tomorrow when the sun is at its peak.

Lu Xingde thanked Feng Nian and paid Feng Nian.

Lao Ma saw a book in Lu Xingde's office, picked it up and read it, Hey, this is a book about coffins.

Lu Xingde glanced at it and nodded, That's right, these are all left by my ancestors; but now funeral parlors use electronic ice coffins, so this book is left there unused. But, when I was young, I often Looking through this book, I remember that there is a formation of four coffin formations recorded in the book.

Feng Nian got up, took the book in Lao Ma's hand, flipped through a few pages, and borrowed the book from Lu Xingde.

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After Feng Nian and Lao Ma returned to the rented house, it was almost three o'clock in the morning. The old horse took the dozing two paper figures away from Feng Nian's house so as not to disturb Feng Nian's rest.

However, Feng Nian didn't stop, she kept flipping through the books borrowed from Lu Xingde.

At some point, she seemed to have fallen asleep with her eyes closed for a while. When she woke up again, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning. After washing up briefly, she went to Jiama Street.

On Jiama Street, there are not many people coming and going, they are all people carrying goods.

Feng Nian came to Jiama Street more often, and the bosses in some shops would even take the initiative to say hello to her, and she responded to them one by one.

After a while, she stopped in front of two ancient, dark wooden doors, which were Granny Xiang's coffin shop. For some reason, she hesitated in her steps, but she didn't take the first step.

After standing at the door for about ten minutes, Granny Xiang was the first to see Feng Nian before calling her into the coffin shop.

Have you had breakfast yet? Let me make you a cup of soy milk, Granny Xiang told Feng Nian to sit down for a while, then went to make soy milk by herself.

After passing the warm soy milk to Feng Nian, Granny Xiang asked, What do you want from me?

Feng Nian gently blew away the hot air floating on the soybean milk, and asked seemingly unintentionally, Grandma Xiang, have you ever heard of the Four Coffin Formation?

Granny Xiang narrowed her eyes unnaturally, and then asked tentatively, A formation made up of four coffins?

That's right, it consists of the four weirdest coffins, namely the big red coffin, the crystal coffin, the willow coffin and the emperor's coffin. Feng Nian put down the cup and looked at Granny Xiang seriously.

The big red coffin was the one that trapped Jiang Peijun to death and swallowed Song Wenjie in front of her. The crystal coffin is the crystal coffin with three layers of coffins in Longzi's tomb. Willow coffins need to be made of willow wood that is more than a thousand years old. As for the emperor's coffin, the book that Lu Xingde borrowed did not record much.

Granny Xiang lowered her head and pondered for a while, then said, I really don't know.

Feng Nian asked again as if to make sure, Mother-in-law, you really don't know?

Granny Xiang shook her head, My coffin shop was passed down by the old man, and I'm only a layman, so it's not surprising that I don't know.

Feng Nian nodded, as if he believed Granny Xiang's statement. Soon, she got up and left, because there were still professional classes in the afternoon, and she had to rush back to school.

Looking at Feng Nian's receding figure, Granny Xiang narrowed her eyes.

On the way to school, Feng Nian kept thinking whether Granny Xiang really didn't know about the four coffin formations, but even Lu Xingde, who only knew superficially, had heard of them; Granny Xiang had been in Jiama Street for so many years, I really don't know.