How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Chapter 150 The Ghost King is jealous again today 5

The three men had obviously discussed it beforehand. They each went into a cave entrance. Li Junqi wanted to say a few words, but since everyone had already gone in, he could only grit his teeth and go into the cave.

When the young anchor saw this scene, he could only choose one hole to enter.

Fang Yuanyuan originally wanted to follow Song Wenjing's back, but for some reason, her mind suddenly became unclear, and she chose the cave entrance farthest from Song Wenjing with a dull look in her eyes.

When she came to her senses, she looked back and found that the cave entrance behind her was closed.

"What's going on with me? Is there anyone here?"

Fang Yuanyuan looked around nervously.

After the cave entrance was closed, a man in ancient clothes slowly appeared where Song Wenjing had just stood. The man looked like he had just reached adulthood.

He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a golden crown on his head. He looked majestic and solemn, with the power of an emperor.

There is a heroic look between his eyebrows, his skin is fair, his pupils are ebony-like, his nose is high, and his lips are rosy and attractive.

He was currently looking in the direction Song Wenjing was heading, mumbling unhappily, "Why don't you go in? Don't you want to see me?"

Whenever he thought that the person didn't want to see him, he felt extremely aggrieved, as if that person was a heartless man.

but……

The young man's eyes were blank, he didn't seem to know that person...

The young man had no memories, and he only knew that he was looking for a very important person! Very important... very important person...

Those people said they were emperors and were waiting for the queen here, and his heart told him that what they said was right.

The Queen... could it be him?

……

Song Wenjing chased for about ten minutes. Seeing that he could not catch up, he stopped, but the figure in bright yellow clothes appeared in front of him again.

The man's back was somewhat transparent.

It seems that someone wants to let me in.

Song Wenjing calmly followed the man through many twists and turns until he came to a single-plank bridge. Not far from the bridge was a large coffin.

There is a large open space around the coffin, forming a huge circle. There are also single-plank bridges in other places that lead to the coffin.

The wooden planks on the single-plank bridge were broken and there were even missing planks in some places.

He followed and walked on the bridge for almost 20 minutes before reaching the coffin.

The golden patterns around the coffin are complex and mysterious. A red bead is inlaid in the middle of the top of the coffin, and the bead is as red as blood.

The whole coffin exuded a sense of weirdness.

The coffin was tied with dozens of chains and placed 10 centimeters above the ground. Furthermore, there was a large talisman underneath the coffin.

Half of the talisman didn't light up.

The purpose of doing this seems to be to seal the owner inside the coffin.

Or, for something else.

Could it be that the person just now wanted him to come to the coffin? But what was there in the coffin that was worth coming to? Could it be that there was something inside the coffin?

Song Wenjing walked around the coffin in disbelief. Could it be that the figure in bright yellow clothes he had just seen was the owner of the coffin?

And then... don't tell him that his wife is lying in the coffin.

Thinking of this, Song Wenjing couldn't help but want to open the coffin and take a look. What if it really was his wife?

He took off his backpack and tried to look for tools to open the coffin, but he couldn't find any.

Most backpacks contain things related to climbing, such as first aid kits and daily necessities.

The eyes of the dragon head above flashed with black shadows, and a small thing fell down, aiming at Song Wenjing's neck. A transparent hand held the small thing.

After whispering a few words, he let the little thing go, and the little thing flew back stumblingly.

A translucent man in bright yellow clothes then appeared behind Song Wenjing's body. He was curiously sticking his head out to look at the things in Song Wenjing's bag.

As soon as he appeared, five men wearing ancient secret guard clothes appeared at the edge of the circle not far away.

The five men knelt on the ground and saluted. When they saw Song Wenjing's back, they immediately drew their swords.

Seeing them, the man in bright yellow clothes waved his hand impatiently, signaling them to go away.

These people are an eyesore.

Although the five people didn't understand what was going on, they had no choice but to leave. They comforted themselves that it was probably the master who wanted to deal with the impolite person personally.

Gong Yi turned around and glanced at Song Wenjing one last time. He felt that this background looked very familiar, but...

The young master's soul had long since vanished, leaving only a shell. Furthermore... the young master was only 16 years old when he died.

Could it be that what the young master said was true? Is he back?

Gong Yi's eyes were filled with tears, but he didn't dare to go up and look, because he had been disappointed too many times.

Song Wenjing suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned around and immediately saw a man in a bright yellow dragon robe, who was staring curiously at the flashlight next to him.

The crown on his head was inlaid with a gem in the middle, and thin tassels of pearl chains hung on both sides of him, making a crisp sound.

The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a face as handsome as jade, and eyes as deep as stars. On his fair and delicate face, there was a simple smile, as if he had found something fun.

Because the distance was too close, some tassels even touched Song Wenjing's cheek.

Song Wenjing: “…”

I dare not move, not at all!

Can someone explain what it means when someone's figure seems dim, as if they have no substance? And at such a close distance, the only sound is your own heartbeat.

The other person didn't.

Song Wenjing's hands trembled as he took the things. He wanted to ask him right now, who killed him and sealed him in the coffin?

But Song Wenjing didn't dare, after all, they were just strangers now.

The young man saw Song Wenjing staring at him motionlessly. He originally thought that there was nothing wrong with it. It was impossible for this person to see him.

But this person started to cry as he watched. He looked at Song Wenjing somewhat helplessly, not understanding why he was crying.

"You, why are you crying?" The young man couldn't help but speak out.

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