The soul-stirring ancient great immortal cheated on the corpse in the cultivation world Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two: The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 41
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two: The Sixth Mission - The Heavenly Ranking Auction 41
Mo Yiyi and Wu Yao were sucked into the secret realm at the same time, and then a strong force tried to separate them, but Wu Yao didn't want to directly turn his palm into a knife and split the strong force!
But this force is the force of rules, and it is not something Wu Yao can compete with. This force was only dispersed for a moment, and then it rushed forward with greater strength to separate the two people again!
Wu Yao knew he couldn't do it, so he let go easily.
He didn't gain anything from the test just now.
Noila Mo felt nothing, only her eyes went dark, and when she opened her eyes again, she felt that the whole world was shaking.
She adjusted for a long time before the swaying feeling became real, and her five senses returned to work, allowing her to determine the cause of the swaying feeling.
She was sitting in a small sedan chair. She was the only one in the sedan chair. She was wearing plain clothes. She touched the top of her head with her hands. Her hair was simply tied into a bun. There was only one thing on her head. She put
Take it off and you'll find a plain white flower hairpin.
The handkerchief she held was also white, and there was no embroidery on it at all. The handkerchief was so wet that it became quite wet. When she wiped her hand on her face, there were still lots of water stains on her face.
This is crying.
Mo Yiyi guessed that she should be going to a funeral now, and the person who died should be very close to her. Her status should not be high. The sedan was crowded and bumpy, and it didn't look like something a wealthy family would hire.
But the material on her body is pretty good, it should be fine cotton, which should be considered a good thing in the mortal world.
While she was exploring the information on her body, the people following the sedan outside probably tried to speak because they could no longer hear the cries in the sedan and were afraid that the people in the sedan would faint from crying.
"Daughter-in-law of the Chen family, don't be too sad. If the young lady sees you like this, she will definitely not leave peacefully. Wife-in-law of the Chen family, are you okay?"
This so-called daughter-in-law of the Chen family should be her.
Mo Yiyi responded in the sedan chair.
When the people outside the sedan heard the commotion inside, they felt relieved when they realized that he had not fainted. After saying a few words of comfort, they stopped talking.
However, Mo Yiyi, who was in the sedan, really fainted at this moment.
After she accepted the identity of the Chen family's daughter-in-law, a series of memories belonging to the Chen family's daughter-in-law came one after another, and Mo Yiyi was forced to watch all her memories.
In fact, there are not many memories belonging to this identity.
The owner of this identity is seventeen years old and has just been married for a year. He was sold to the owner's family since he was a child. Because he was pretty cute, he stayed with the young lady in the family.
She was five years younger than her young lady. When she came to her young lady's side, her young lady's eldest maid and second-class maids had already been arranged. She was just a third-class maid working as a sweeper in the yard.
Originally, the fate of the owner of this status should be to wait for the young lady to marry, and then marry him together. If the young lady of the host family needs it, she may also be a maidservant for the male master, serving the male master for the young lady who is sometimes inconvenient.
However, her daughter's marriage was not going well, and she did not get married until she was in her twenties.
The young lady was kind-hearted and did not want to drag the maids around her past their best years, so she slowly let them go when they reached sixteen.
Since all the first- and second-class maids were released to get married, the original owner was promoted to the position of second-class maid.
When she reached sixteen, she was also arranged to get married.
She was married to a steward from the property of a good friend of the young lady's, who managed a cloth shop. She was a good-looking and capable person, and being able to marry him meant that she had a good destiny.
However, who would have thought that just one year after she got married, someone in the palace would send a message saying that the young lady had gone and asked the maids who had been released to come back for the funeral.
These memories may sound like a lot, but they are not actually many. After all, she is not really possessed by a living person. These memories are not so much memories as they are introductions to this identity. Only the more important parts have been extracted.
’s talk.
For example, who is this young lady? What does she look like? What is her last name? What kind of menial work does she do in the mansion? Where is the lady's yard in the mansion? What was her name before she got married? What is the name of the husband she married?
What it looks like, how the couple get along on a daily basis, none of this is mentioned.
The sedan swayed for a long time and finally landed on the ground. Noila Mo also opened her eyes in the shock of landing.
As the curtain of the sedan was opened, a sweaty nanny poked her head in with wide, dark eyes.
"Chen's wife, Chen's wife has arrived. It's time for you to come down."
Mo Yiyi looked at each other with those dark eyes, and then moved slowly, wiping her tears while trying to get off the sedan.
"My young lady, my poor young lady, she is so kind, how could she come in front of me!"
Tears were like broken beads, they came as soon as they came and soon stained the veil again.
When the nanny saw Noila Mo crying, her strange big eyes slowly returned to normal, and her pale complexion also warmed up, turning into the normal waxy white color and the blush after walking quickly.
Grandma stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from her head and face, and at the same time reached out to help Noila Mo, who looked shaky, while still comforting her.
"Madam Chen, please don't cry. Miss is kind-hearted. The only thing she couldn't let go of during her lifetime were you girls. She had been getting married again and again... Alas, Miss was not lucky, but she had a good heart. She arranged for you all.
Good people, if you still think about Miss’ kindness in the future, be careful. If you are sincere, burn three sticks of incense every morning and evening in the future, and Miss’ love for you will not be in vain.”
Noila Mo put her hand on the grandma's sleeve, and only her fingertips touched the back of the grandma's hand.
The back of Mammy's hand was warm, like a living person. It was even a little damp because she had walked a long way.
Mo Yiyi got off the sedan and glanced around.
The sedan stopped outside a house with a plaque on it. The sky was gray, the road was spacious but no one was there. There were other mansions beside and opposite the Zhao mansion, but those mansions were very deserted and not popular at all.
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In this entire street, it seems that only the Zhao Mansion is still alive.
However, there were white lanterns and white silk hanging at the door of the Zhao Mansion, which obviously meant that the master had gone to the house.
Mo Yiyi stepped out of the sedan. The sedan was bumpy before, but now there wasn't even a bearer, only her and her nanny who was supporting her.
Noila Mo followed her grandma's movements and walked forward, crying as she walked.
The body she is using now is a bit strange, as if she is wearing a shell. She can feel some restraint, and the expression and limbs of this body are completely controlled by her consciousness. If she wants to cry, tears will come.
It flows from her eyes, and if she wants to look sad, her face will look sad.
Even if she feels that she is on the verge of collapse, her body will show a state of being unable to bear it and about to faint.
Mo Yiyi felt that this shell was a bit magical, and she wanted to try out what the upper limit of this shell was. For example, if she wanted to become a Mahayana herself, would she also have the strength of a Mahayana?
It's just that Mo Yiyi still wants to go out in the secret realm. The nanny next to her is obviously different, and now is not the best time for her to try.
So she wiped away her tears and tried her best to act like the lady of the Chen family.
Mo Yiyi cried and entered the door of Zhao Mansion. As soon as she stepped in, Mo Yiyi saw the coffin parked in the yard.
There was no human figure near the coffin. A black ghostly aura lingered near the coffin. The white silk flowers placed on the coffin looked extremely dazzling.
Noila Mo swayed as if she was unsteady, and then cried even louder!
She brushed away the hand that her mother-in-law had grabbed her at some point, and stumbled towards the coffin parked in the courtyard. After falling down several times, she got up again, and finally fell in front of the coffin, and leaned on the side of the coffin, crying.
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"Miss, Miss, you are such a good person, how can you come in front of me?? I am a humble slave, and my good life now is the charity of Miss. Miss is such a good person, why, why!... Wow ah ah ah
,my lady!!!!..."
Mo Yiyi clung to the coffin and howled. She didn't care if the handkerchief fell off. She just held the coffin as if she wanted to remove the coffin board to see if her young lady was really lying inside.
Then Mo Yiyi heard a deep and hoarse male voice speak.
"Go and help her up. Don't let your sister go without peace of mind."
As the man's voice fell, she was grabbed by the arms by the two men and dragged up forcefully.
Then when Mo Yiyi looked at it with teary eyes, she was already in the mourning hall. There were people standing inside and outside the mourning hall. Everyone looked sad. In the mourning hall, there was a little boy wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning. He was loading copper sheets one by one.
Put paper in the pot of fire.
The little boy is still young and may not understand the meaning of life and death, but he has been taught to keep a straight face and not make any inappropriate expressions.
The coffin where Mo Yiyi originally cried became a coffin, and the coffin and other things were parked behind the coffin. Standing in front of it, you couldn't see the coffin behind it.
Her eyes swept across the ebony tablet placed on the coffin, and then she cried even more uncontrollably.
"Miss, Miss, why is your life so miserable..."
She cried fiercely, but her voice was lowered. Her appearance would only make those who saw her feel that she was really sad, but they would not feel bored.
The two boys who held her up saw that she was really crying, and their movements slowed down and became much gentler.
Mo Yiyi was carried to the edge of the mourning hall by the servants. There were many girls wearing similar clothes to her who were also crying, but it could be seen that some were really sad, while others were just pretending with their heads down.
Mo Yiyi was placed on a futon, but she did not kneel on it like other girls, but spread out on it, lying on the ground and continuing to cry.
She looked really sad, so no one thought she was being unruly, and it gave her a chance to observe her surroundings.
Some of the women kneeling beside her had their hair styled into women's buns, and some had maid's hair buns, all with plain white flowers on their heads. Mo Yiyi guessed that these should be Miss Zhao's maids.
Not to mention, there are quite a lot of them.
Moreover, the Zhao family doesn't know what they think. The maids chosen for their young lady are all quite pretty. Not only they have beautiful faces, but they also have delicate features and slim figure.
Among this group of women, there were two who were pretending to cry.
One is a little maid, not very old, only about ten years old. She must have been promoted after they got married.
The little maid didn't cry, she lowered her head, her face was full of panic, she must be worried about her future life problems.
The other one was a woman with her hair in a woman's bun kneeling not far from her.
She lowered her head, as if she was thinking about something, and her pale face looked a little sickly, but there was really no sadness on her face, but rather a feeling of confusion.
In addition to the maids kneeling here, the other servants in the mansion are kneeling on the other side.
Although this young lady is old, she is not married yet and does not have any children. Therefore, the crying spirit can only let the servants make up the number.
Even the child who acted as a dutiful son, wore sackcloth and mourning and burned paper for the young lady, may have temporarily found a child from a relative with similar blood to take over!
In addition to these kneeling ones, there are four others standing in the mourning hall, two men and two women.
One of them, a man and a woman, was older and should be the young lady's parents. There was also a man and a woman who Mo Yiyi guessed were the deceased young lady's brother and sister-in-law.
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