Nangong Heng and Ye Ling looked at each other.

Nangong Heng asked: "Are you scared Xiao Yezi?"

Ye Ling snorted lightly: "Living people are terrible, what's scary about dead people?"

"It makes sense." Nangong Heng nodded, "A scumbag in Baili, is it just tonight?"

"It's not too late, just tonight," Baili Su said.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night.

Nangong Heng and Baili Su were responsible for digging graves, and Ye Ling was responsible for watching the wind.

In the imperial tomb of Xixia, there was a gust of wind. Ye Ling hugged her arms and felt a little cold. She was suddenly patted on her shoulder!

Ye Ling was startled and before she could turn around, she had a heated coat on her body.

"Xiao Yezi, if you stand in a sheltered place, we will be getting better."

Nangong Heng's voice came, and Ye Ling wrapped it in his coat, feeling much warmer.

About two quarters of an hour passed, Ye Ling heard the sound of the coffin board moving, and then calmed down again.

"How is it?" Ye Ling turned around and walked over.

Nangong Heng didn't say anything and signaled Ye Ling to look into the coffin.
Chapter completed!