Ning Huanxin looked at the coffin in front of her carefully. She couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and compared the length with her own hand. All coffins had the most basic specifications.
There is a saying that seven feet three can travel all over the sky. From ancient times to the present, all coffins have been more than seven feet three inches, which is about 2.4 meters.
This coffin is much longer than an ordinary coffin, nearly three meters in length—
Could it be that there is a giant lying here
Ning Huanxin couldn't help but put her hand on top of the coffin, and immediately felt a cold touch from her fingertips, reaching straight to her heart.
So cold.
Ning Huanxin let go of her hand like an electric shock. She walked around the black coffin a few times and found that the coffin was not sealed. In other words, according to normal common sense, as long as you push it hard, you can directly open it. The coffin lid was pushed up.
Of course, this coffin is very unusual, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to push it away.
However, Ning Huanxin secretly worked hard, stretched out her hands, and tried hard.
The coffin in front of him was naturally untouched.
Can't open.
Maybe, except for special people, ordinary people cannot open this coffin.
And that special person…
It should be Alian.
It was Alian who opened the coffin and released the being inside.
So…
Why did I have this dream? Why did you come to this place? See this coffin
Could it be that... Is Alian guiding me
When she thought of this possibility, Ning Huanxin's consciousness suddenly went into a trance.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that everything in front of her had changed again.
She was still on set.
Not far in front of you is the high platform made by the props team. There is also a very delicate-looking jade box on the high platform. This texture is definitely not a Taobao hit.
"Happy!"
At this time, Director Guan's voice came from behind, seeming a little anxious.
"Ning Huanxin, what's wrong with you?"
The previous scenes were obviously well shot, but when they got here, Ning Huanxin suddenly froze. She just stood there, not moving or speaking, not even a microexpression.
Director Guan saw her stunned for several seconds and had no choice but to stop.
"Sorry! Director Guan, I just... felt a little uncomfortable!"
Ning Huanxin turned around and smiled apologetically at Director Guan: "Let's do it again! This time there will be no problem!"
"Okay, all departments are ready!"
… …
Shooting resumed at the filming site, and not far away, Jiang Lixing, who was already dressed and ready to appear in the next scene, was staring at Ning Huanxin in the center of the venue.
Just now... Ning Huanxin was not distracted, but was brought into a memory by the thousand years of resentment.
Jiang Lixing looked at Ning Huanxin's figure silently, and he couldn't help but fall into memories -
Thousands of years ago, he also had an unforgettable memory.
That was before he became Hades.
At that time, he was not Jiang Lixing, and she was not Ning Huanxin.
At that time, he was a devil, and she... was a fairy.
Thinking of that memory, Jiang Lixing frowned involuntarily and felt a pain in his palms.
Today, the red mark on his palm still looms, especially when he recalls the past.
That red mark was actually the scar left by his fight against Heaven.
Immortals and demons are like humans and monsters.
The story of "Master Mingyue" tells the story of Hua Ling'er and Mingyue, and the grudges from a thousand years ago.
And Jiang Lixing also saw a microcosm of the past here.