"I think I'm hallucinating."
"This is weird. Why is there another coffin?”
"What the f * ck is going on? Are we all trapped in an illusion?”
When they saw the coffin made of Nanmu wood with golden threads behind the door, they were all dumbfounded. Fatty rubbed his eyes hard, thinking that everything was just an illusion.
However, under the pitch-black night sky, the coffin lay there quietly. It did not seem fake at all.
The surrounding atmosphere seemed to have frozen in an instant.
Cold air enveloped the five of them.
They had only been back and forth for four to five minutes at most. They had clearly gone back, but everything seemed to have been overturned.
"Could it be that what we saw before was an illusion? Were Ah Ning and the others deceived?”
Fatty scratched his head. He could only think of such a reason after racking his brains. Otherwise, it would not make sense at all.
"Or there are two, just like the Seven Star Suspicious Coffin we saw in the Lu Palace. One of the two coffins is real and the other is fake.”
Hua Zi looked at them and said with uncertainty.
Wu Xie shook his head." If that's the case, then what's with this door?”
He kept feeling that something was wrong, but he could not describe it in detail. It was as if there was a pair of hands in the darkness that they could not see, and they had changed the order of everything.
"Or there's a ghost."
Fatty was silent for a while, then suddenly revealed an expression of realization.
He looked at the few people and analyzed them seriously.
"I don't know if you've heard of it, but there's a saying called Five Ghosts Transportation. This place was very strange. Perhaps there were ghosts. Wasn't there a small dumpling in the corpse jar? What was the Miaojiang refined corpse? What if those guys sealed the ghosts in the ancient tomb?”
"He opened this door when we weren't paying attention. He used that little dumpling to attract our attention and deliberately tricked us into coming here.”
Speaking of this, Fatty almost successfully convinced himself. He clenched his fists excitedly.
"In the end, we intruders will be caught in one fell swoop!”
"Don't say it's impossible."
When the thug heard this, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at him." The more you talk, the more ridiculous it is. And you still call it Five Ghosts Carrying? Why don't you say it's Ox-Head and Horse-Face?”
"Who cares if it's true or not, we'll know once we open the coffin.”
Seeing that the two of them were getting further and further away from each other, Wang Cheng hurriedly interrupted them.
Fatty had heard too many rumors in the countryside and was unreliable. He didn't even think about how evil it was. He even mentioned these things. Was he afraid that everyone wasn't stressed enough?
"Yes, take all the things. Whether it's a dumpling or a zombie, greet them when you see them.”
The robber said fiercely.
To him, there had never been so much nonsense.
Using his brain wasn't suitable for him, so he just had to put in some effort.
The few of them took out black donkey hooves, glutinous rice, and peachwood nails from their backpacks. The brother-in-law was in front to scout the way. In the middle were Wang Cheng, Wu Xie, and the little brother. Fatty was in charge of bringing up the rear.
The little brother was still holding the black-gold ancient saber in his hand. It was unknown where he had hidden it previously. Now that it was back in his hand, it added an imposing aura to his body.
Wang Cheng's expression was calm, but there was also an evil-warding talisman hidden in his left hand.
"There's no danger. Come in."
The guard walked past the door and looked around with the miner's lamp. After confirming that there was no danger, he called out to the people behind him.
The few of them gathered in front of the coffin.
It was made of golden nanmu wood.
Since the Tang Dynasty, this thing had been exclusively used by the royal family. In the Song Dynasty, the price of Nanmu rose sharply. An inch of wood was an inch of gold.
By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it was already hard to find the golden thread nanmu. Some even went overseas to search for it.
Such a coffin made of nanmu wood could be sold for a sky-high price just by itself.
Fatty's ability to search for dragons and explore tombs was not good, but he was a master in appraising funerary objects. He walked around the coffin and his eyes were wide open.
"This material…tsk tsk, it's comparable to the one used by the old lady Cixi in Dongling.”
"Do you think this thing can be moved out? Didn't they stop the boat outside? When the tide receded, it would be half a villa.”
As he spoke, he took out a few candles from his backpack.
He ran to the southeast corner of the tomb and prepared to light it.
Wang Cheng knew that this was the rule of the gold-looting lieutenant. Fatty claimed to be a descendant of the gold-looting family and was unusually serious about this matter.
It was the same last time at the Royal Palace of Lu. According to him, it was like a rooster crowing and a lamp extinguished, not touching gold.
"Damn fatty, there's only a little bit of air in the tomb. Why are we lighting candles?”
"What do you know? What else do you southern barbarians know about the rules of looting gold?”
Fatty couldn't be bothered with him. He lit the candle by himself. A green candle light flashed, giving people a strange feeling.
"Fatty, there's a rule that doesn't change hands at midnight. Isn't it inappropriate for you to only acknowledge half of the rules?”
Wang Cheng couldn't help but tease him when he saw him take out a dagger to look for the gap in the coffin lid after lighting the candle.
"It's fine. Isn't this an urgent matter? The ancestors will understand.”
"Wait!"
He had just reached out when he was suddenly grabbed.
Fatty turned to look.
It was Little Brother.
At this moment, his face was serious, and he did not seem to be acting.
"This isn't an ordinary coffin. This is a corpse raising coffin!”
Corpse Cultivation Coffin?
Hearing this word, everyone's hearts turned cold.
Corpse Jar, Corpse Coffin!
Those who could give such a name were usually not good things.
"Then…should I open it or not?" Fatty's face was pale with fright. His outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He could neither advance nor retreat. He looked at the young man and asked embarrassedly.
"Open!"
After putting the black-gold ancient knife on his back, the young man took out a military knife from his boots. The shape was similar to the one in the box.
However, it was even longer, and the blade emitted a chilling light.
Walking to the coffin, he reached out and touched the bottom. Soon, he found the sealing wax layer and cut it along the coffin.
Fatty quickly came up and helped move the coffin lid away.
Just as he revealed a small gap, a strong fishy smell rushed out, almost knocking him over.
"F * ck, what kind of monster is this?”
Fatty couldn't care less about covering his nose. He stuck his head out and glanced into the coffin. In the next second, his expression suddenly changed, and he was so frightened that he jumped back.
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