章 1371: My wife wants to be a widow every day (51)

It was very difficult for Yan Xun to say the word 'die'. His eyes were dark, and there was a hint of stubbornness in them. His fingertips, which were hidden in his sleeves, were trembling. He felt as if he was in a trance when he stepped on the ground.

How could she have died ... How could she die?

The moment Xuan Qing nodded, Yan Xun's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, but it quickly turned into fear.

Xuan Qing turned around and glanced at him indifferently. The temperature in her eyes was very cold. She said, ""Follow me."

Before Yan Xun could reply, Xuan Qing had already left.

Yan Xun did not hesitate to follow.

***

In an extremely ordinary tent, when the curtain was lifted, what came into view was ...

It was a black coffin.

The moment he saw the coffin, Yan Xun stopped in his tracks. A chill spread from his feet to his limbs, followed by a tide-like dizziness.

Xuan Qing's voice rang out.