The beautifully carved lotus petals shattered instantly.

In the incense burner, a palm-sized wooden sign appeared.

Dong Ming picked it up, but felt that the overall coolness of the wooden sign was a bit heavy.

It seems to be a cinnabar-like pigment, with the title of my daughter Qingran written on it.

Boom!

Dong Ming felt his mind sinking.

He looked at Qingran next to him in disbelief:

"Qingran, this... why is this your tablet?"

Qingran was also confused:

"no."

"How is that possible?"

"Husband, I am living well!"

At this time, the banging on the door became louder and louder.

Obviously, it is irrelevant to discuss this now.

Dong Ming immediately raised the wooden sign and was about to destroy it.

But at the last moment, an unreasonable pain in her heart made Dong Ming stop doing this.

"Husband, what are you doing!"

"Didn't grandma say that? Ruined the tablet!"

"Maybe it's just the same name!"

Dong Ming murmured:

"But... I always feel that this is your tablet!"

At this moment, Dong Ming looked at Qingran:

"Don't you think it's weird?"

"Why did that old beggar call you his daughter when he saw you?"

"And he said... and he said that he would kill you before his daughter would be resurrected?"

"Also, the woman in the carriage just now looks very similar to you!"

"I...I don't think this is a coincidence!"

Speaking of this, Dong Ming couldn't help but feel fear:

"if……"

"I mean what if!"

"If this tablet really has anything to do with you, will it hurt you if I destroy the tablet?!"

Qingran's whole body trembled, her eyes were extremely complicated.

Is it touching?

Or is it anxiety?

no!

No matter what, don’t hesitate about what grandma has asked you to do!

Qingran also knew that Dong Ming's temperament was a bit indecisive, so he immediately grabbed the tablet and threw it heavily to the ground.

"Crack!"

The tablet instantly shattered.

Outside Nayue Lao Temple, a burst of mournful wailing suddenly erupted.

Dong Ming and Qing Ran looked at the name on the tablet in shock, and it began to melt little by little, and finally turned into a thick pool of blood.

This is not cinnabar!

It's blood!

Before the two of them could react, a strange laughter suddenly came from the entire Flower Temple.

The timbre was very similar to Qingran's, but it was also very complicated. It seemed like there were seven or eight voices mixed together.

"Wow!"

In the pond in front of me, the gorgeous flowers were withering little by little.

Immediately afterwards, the black coffins floated one by one.

A large amount of blood began to overflow from the gaps in the coffin, like a waterfall.

In an instant, the coffin lid quickly decayed.

What caught his eye were women wearing wedding dresses.

And these women are almost the same as Qingran in appearance!

"Qingran, let's run!"

"Run away from the edge of the pond!"

Dong Ming made up his mind and took Qingran's hand along the broken bridge to the edge of the pond.

"Come!"

"Qingran!"

"I'm holding you up!"

"You go up first!"

"But..." Qingran hesitated because she had already seen a figure appearing in Yuelao Hall in front of her.

"Stop it now!" Dong Ming said anxiously: "The other party wants to kill you, you have to run away first!"

The words just fell:

"Bang!"

The door of Yuelao Hall also suddenly shattered.

Then, something seemed to hit him hard.

This caused Dong Ming, who had just held up Qingran's feet, to stumble.

Both of them fell to the ground in a panic.

In front of me is Grandma Hong’s head!

His final expression was one of shock and horror.

"Grandma!"

Dong Ming suddenly burst into tears.

In front of me, on the opposite side of the bridge, the old beggar, who was the old temple blessing in Madam Hong's mouth, was covered in blood, staring at Dong Ming and Qing Ran with a cold face.

"You...did a good job!"

Lao Miaozhu gritted his teeth and looked at the coffins that were opened one after another and the broken lotus incense burner.

"Qingran, hurry up!"

Dong Ming immediately stood up and continued to hold Qingran against the wall.

"You are seeking death!"

The old temple wishes you to step on the wooden bridge.

"Crack!"

The wooden bridge was completely shattered at this moment.

At the same time, the ghost girls in wedding clothes opened their eyes one after another in the coffin.

Their faces were sad, with blood and tears flowing, and they sat up stiffly and twisted one by one.

His blood-red eyes stared intently at the old Miao Zhu.

"roar!"

With the sharp and ear-piercing ghost screams, a group of ghost girls actually headed towards the old temple to kill them.

Laomiao Zhu’s face darkened:

"It's just a part of my daughter that turned against you!"

But he saw a willow branch appear in Lao Miao Zhu's hand, and he struck hard at the ghost girl in wedding dress who rushed towards her first.
To be continued...