Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 17: 17: Ten years of life and death are boundless (7)

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In the end, Ning Huanxin took a copy of "Basic Training for Actors" and lay down on the bed. This kind of purely professional stuff is indeed extremely hypnotizing. After watching it for a while, Ning Huanxin's upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

Not long after, Ning Huanxin fell asleep——

"It's so cold!"

"So uncomfortable."

In her sleep, a woman's voice has been echoing in Ning Huanxin's ears.

The surrounding area is so dark, so humid, and it smells of decay.

Here is...

Underground?

"Why didn't you come to save me? My child and I have been waiting for you, have been waiting for you, do you know all of them?"

"Where are you? Where did you go?"

The woman's voice became more and more mournful, more and more desolate, and in the end it had become a little crazy.

The lights in the room have been turned off at this time.

The curtains were not closed, and the pale moonlight came in from outside the window, reflecting Ning Huanxin’s face. She slept very unsteadily, her beautiful eyebrows were kept tightly frowning, and a delicate little face was covered with A painful look.

At this moment, a blast of cold wind blew through, and the curtains in the room suddenly closed automatically, and the whole curtain covered the mirror in the corner of the room.

The faint fragrance floated, Ning Huanxin finally calmed down on the bed, and the frowning brows slowly stretched out.

So familiar...

In her sleep, the voice finally disappeared, Ning Huanxin just smelled a familiar smell, and then she suddenly felt very comfortable, and the expression on her entire face became peaceful and tranquil...

The next morning, Ning Huanxin woke up very early.

She slept very steadily last night. She got up in a daze and saw that the room was dimly lit and the heavy curtains were drawn. Ning Huan couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

Did you draw the curtains yesterday?

She frowned, turned her head and saw that yesterday's book was still on the bedside.

Putting the book back, Ning Huanxin put on his clothes and walked out of the room lightly. In the morning, the air in the town was very fresh.

Ning Huanxin ran forward along the only road in the town, and ran out of the town.

Not far from the town is the deserted grave.

The place is really close to the town. Why can people in the town ignore its existence so indifferently?

Ning Huanxin continued to run forward. She remembered that Wang Nianping told her that there were no small towns here decades ago, but two small villages. Later, all the people in one village died mysteriously. After that, there was nothing left here. The next village, decades later, that village gradually became a town.

That is Zhangjia Town, but originally, it was called Zhangjiacun.

In the autumn morning, the dew is heavy and the autumn breeze is very cool.

Ning Huanxin didn't think she had run to the cemetery. From a distance, she saw a puff of smoke and a vague figure.

At this early time, someone was...burning paper money?

Ning Huan's expression moved, and her pace abruptly accelerated.

Just when she rushed over, the figure was gone, only a pile of burnt paper money, and...a box of rouge.

Rouge is in an iron box. It is a very old and nostalgic brand. Although it has been burnt and the box is black, you can still see the pattern and product name on the lid.

Who was this burned for?

Ning Huanxin looked up at the grave in front of her, this...

Isn't this tomb where Gu Yu and Luo Yingxin had an accident ten years later?

"What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, a cold, alert female voice sounded behind Ning Huanxin.

Ning Huan turned his head abruptly, and saw Aunt Zhang holding a small basket and standing suspiciously behind her.

Her basket is covered by blue cloth, and a corner is lifted by the autumn wind, and you can see the yellow coins inside...