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After saying so, a "pa" sound could be heard. It must be the sound of some unlucky fellow getting slapped.

Although Yun Qixi's current situation was very dangerous, she couldn't help but want to laugh. She remembered that when they escaped earlier, no one was able to stay calm.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sudden voice caused the entire tomb chamber to quiet down.

Yun Qixi immediately felt her hairs stand on end. This was because she could clearly hear that the voice came from the sarcophagus beside her.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the sarcophagus.

"Yes, there's a sound." said a trembling voice.

"Is … is he in this coffin?" Some people were trembling with fear as they guessed.

"Go, open the coffin." A person was kicked over and touched the sarcophagus.

"This, this …" The man took a few steps back in fear.

"Useless thing." The rough male voice scolded and walked towards the sarcophagus.

At this moment, the place where they were standing was only one coffin away from Yun Qixi.

"F * ck, it's so heavy. Come up, a few of you, push it away."

The man tried the lid and swore.

Yun Qixi felt that the voice was right above her head, so she tried her best to lower her body, so that she would be closer to Shan Liancheng. But at this moment, she couldn't care that much. Didn't they say that special treatment was given to special cases?

The sound from the coffin seemed to have disappeared. When they pushed open the lid with all their might, they raised the torches and shone them inside.

"Ah …"

An even more tragic scream sounded out from the tomb chamber.

Five seconds later, everyone was out of the tomb. The only thing left was the flickering shadow of the torch that had been thrown on the stone wall in a panic.

Just what was in the sarcophagus? Why were they so frightened?

Yun Qixi lied on top of Shan Liancheng's body, temporarily lacking the courage to move.

In the past, she had never believed in ghosts, but ever since the transmigration, she had begun to see these idealistic things anew.

"Help …"

A weak voice came from the stone coffin. Although the voice was very soft, because the tomb was too quiet, it still sounded very clear.

Yun Qixi was secretly shocked in her heart, and glanced at Shan Liancheng. She wished now that he would say something to let her know that she was not alone.

However, he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed as if he had collapsed. He was motionless and only his breathing could be heard to prove that he was still alive.

"Help …"

The voice sounded once again, letting Yun Qixi believe that it was not an illusion.

Could it be that the Miss Er had come back to life? Or could it be that she had some sort of grievance that caused her soul to be unwilling to leave?

Shan Liancheng still had his eyes closed and didn't move. His curiosity was greater than his fear as he raised his head little by little.

Judging from this voice, even if it was a ghost, it would still be a weak ghost without any offensive power. What was she afraid of?

Having completed her mental fortification, she turned on the small flashlight and slowly stood up.

Taking a deep breath, she bravely shone the light of her flashlight into the sarcophagus.

This...

There was still blood on his face and sweat was dripping down his forehead. This Miss Er still isn't dead?

But she was not surprised by that, she was shocked that the Miss Er looked exactly like her.

The sudden ray of light caused Miss Er's eyelashes to tremble. With a frown that seemed to be filled with pain, he weakly called out, "Save me!"

Yun Qixi walked forward and took her pulse.

He still had a weak meridian, but he was afraid that he would only have one last breath left.

"You …"

Just as Yun Qixi wanted to say something, the Miss Er inside the sarcophagus grabbed her hand, and Yun Qixi's flashlight landed inside the sarcophagus with a "pa" sound.

The Miss Er opened her eyes with much effort and looked at her from the scattered flames. She grabbed onto Yun Qixi's hands tightly, as if she was holding onto the last straw of hope to save her life.

"Are you the other me? Have you been sent by God to fulfill my last wish? " Miss Er's voice was sluggish, but it also had a kind of happiness and excitement.

Although she was still alive, from the pulse, it seemed that she was powerless to save herself.

Not only the same name, but the same face. Yun Qixi was puzzled.

Was she her past life?

"What is your last wish?" Yun Qixi asked.

A layer of mist floated in Miss Er's eyes, her brows knitted in pain.

"Three days later, it will be the day of my marriage with His Highness the Crown Prince and my Brother Ziyin. All I want is to have a heart and a head that will never be parted from one another. But now it seems that my fate with him in this life has come to an end. "

As she said that, she trembled as she took out a silk handkerchief from her robes and placed it in Yun Qixi's hands.

"If I die, Brother Ziyin will definitely be sad. I don't want him to be sad. I spent my days in my boudoir, embroidering all my feelings for him into this piece of silk. Miss, you can give it to him for me and become the Crown Princess in my place. Let him treat me as if I'm still alive, okay? "

Marry her? This, isn't it good?

Furthermore, why would a Crown Princess who was betrothed to her suddenly die when they were close to marriage? Was it a coincidence or a conspiracy?

Yun Qixi had always been used to life without worries. Her life should have been spent in a field where she grew rich, it definitely wouldn't be a house fighting novel.