"How can two lives die, it is impossible."Wang Xin

I screamed, the emotion seemed a little excited.

"Don't get excited, the three of us die only one person, a third of them, and you may live very well, and maybe you don't have to die at all."The voice whispered.

I don't have a taste in my heart, especially when I look at the three coffins in front of me, who is dead, I don't feel good.

“Life and death have long been predestined, and whoever is born will see the three coffins.”The word whispered.

I couldn't help but shake my head, and I always believed, "I can't help my life."

Although the three coffins are strange, but it is impossible for people to live.

“Maybe it’s just a means of frightening people.”I whispered.

But after saying this sentence, I feel that my words are not at the bottom of it, if it is a means to scare people, how can there be me and the words of ink, even the eight words of Murong Yue.

"Whoever lives and who dies in the coffin decides."The finger gently tapped the coffin cover.

I looked at the finger of the ink on the coffin cover, I squint slightly, the ink finger tapped the lid of the coffin, then paused for two seconds, and then knocked on the lid of the coffin.

I suddenly realized in my heart that the ink words probably made me pay attention to the second coffin, and the second coffin was Murong's.

What is said in Mo, certainly can not be said in front of Murong, so use this means to imply me.

My eyes were fixed on Murong's coffin, and the more I looked at it, the more I saw a dead word under the end of the coffin.

Seeing this dead word, I immediately woke up, and Murong died among the three of us.

I was slightly relieved in my heart, and the death of Murong among the three was undoubtedly the best ending.

I didn't finish, the ink words knocked again, I looked at the first coffin, eyes staring under the coffin, under the coffin, engraved with a door.

Without a word of ink, I immediately looked at the last coffin, and the bottom engraving was a raw word.

The way I looked at it was very hidden, almost glanced at me, and quickly withdrew my eyes, so Wang Xin did not know what I was looking at.

Mo Yan stopped knocking on the coffin, went to my side, and whispered, “Did you find anything?”

I looked at Wang Xin cautiously and found that when Wang Xin ran to the third coffin, I whispered: "Your coffin is engraved with the door letter, Wang Xin's coffin is engraved with dead words, and my coffin is engraved with my letter."

Mo Yan fell silent, squinting his eyes at the three coffins, and a moment later lowered his voice for three words, "Death door!"

I felt a spirit in my heart, and I couldn't help but read the three words of life and death, but I never felt that there was something strange about these three words.

According to my previous speculation, the words engraved in the three coffins should be life and death, Wang Xin died, and I and Mo Yansheng could find that the engraving was actually the door of life and death.

The door of life and death implied something, I can't think of it, and the eyebrows of ink words also frowned tightly.

"Muchong, don't look for it, open the coffin, who lives and who dies, open the coffin."He said to Murong.

Wang Xin's real name is Murong Wei, think of the original Murong Wei with Wang Xin this pseudonym to deceive me, I can not help but snoring coldly, even the name is not willing to tell each other, this kind of woman absolutely can not believe.

Mo words, I still feel a little strange in my heart, Mo Yan did not already know that among the three of us, Murong fu is the door of death, why do I have to say that life is a dead coffin decision.

Murong Wei looked up, still unscrupidive observation of the three coffins, did not open the coffin movement, the corner of the mouth is still constantly murmuring: "Three lives and one death, the ghost door, a life of death cliff, three lives and two deaths, Huangquan Road, three lives and three deaths, three lives and three deaths, the soul is broken."

I don’t know what it means to mutter in my heart, I can only think of it as a mental stress near death.

"No!This is not a life-and-death cassette!”He raised his head, eyes wide, and his face was frightened.

Looking at the startled Murong, I felt that she was now like a madman, and if I told her the news of the death of the three, I was sure she would go crazy.

On the surface, Murong Wei is very calm, but once he encounters life and death problems, the most calm Murong Wei is the most panicked.

“It’s not a life-and-death coffin, what a coffin it is!”I whispered.

I thought that Murong Wei knew that there were three words of life and death engraved under the coffin.

“Take the ghosts!”Murong said in a low voice, the voice was a little trembling, like a mad woman calling you to come, and then lowered the voice to speak to you.

I was confused by Murong and ink words, dead coffin, why became a ghost coffin again.

He did not speak, and his eyes were fixed on Murong's face.

"The coffin nourishes the ghosts, the living people lose their souls, and you see if there is a ghost letter on the coffin cover."Murong tugged.

I looked at Murong incredulously, looked up at the coffin cover, this look, I did not see any words, there is no ghost letter.

I walked toward the other two coffins and saw no ghosts.

“You are crazy!”I immediately spoke to Murong.

Murong tuxi gave me the same feeling as a mad woman, just a surprise, and now he has become a god.

Mo Yan looked deeply at Murong Wei and immediately whispered to me: "She is not Murong Xuan."

I was startled by the words, and I was not ready to speak.

Mo Yan pointed to the second coffin, "The real Murong tucked in the coffin, Murong fu is dead, and you are a ghost!"You are the soul of Murong!”

I could not keep up with the thoughts of ink, but I looked at the words of the gods just now, and I stopped talking, my eyes were staring at the ink, looking at the eyes of Murong, giving me a strange feeling.

Everyone says that the eyes are the window to the soul, and I understand in my heart that what Mo said is true, and the people in front of me are not Murong at all.

He did not speak again, only to hear a stagger, the ink said his hands clasped on the coffin cover, suddenly pushed, the whole coffin cover was overturned by the ink.

I know the strength of the words, the strength of adult men is not big at all.

Looking at the people inside the coffin, I was surprised at the time in my heart, and there was a beautiful woman lying in the coffin, wearing a red dress and a beautiful face, but unfortunately I could not see half of life.

The more I looked at this woman, my heart felt like a thunder hit, my eyes were wide open, and I couldn’t say a word.

This woman I even knew was the woman I met in the taxi, and then the woman I met on the bus, her name was Li Jiajia.

I suddenly realized that I remembered Li Jiajia's WeChat name, the woman inside the coffin.

It’s really the woman in the coffin!