It was indeed left behind by the six-winged centipede.
He could vaguely see its shadow in the molt.
It was unknown how many years it had been abandoned here, but it still emitted a shocking demonic aura.
"Eh, this is?"
Zhe Gushao's eyes were sharp as he swept his gaze across the lacquer coffin in front of him.
Under the light of the miner's lamp in his hand, he could see that the coffin was engraved with countless colored paintings.
Several women with graceful figures were in the auspicious cloud palace, playing the zither and dancing. They seemed to be fairies from heaven and were not ordinary women in the human world.
It was unknown which dynasty these paintings were made by, but they were so lifelike that people could not help but fall into them when they saw them.
Even a Daoist like Zhe Gushao, who had cultivated since young, took a long time to break free from it.
He took a deep breath, and his eyes were filled with fear.
This painting was actually so terrifying that it could pull people into an illusion array.
When he looked at the people around him, the bandit group was still in a daze. It was obvious that they had fallen into an illusion.
When his gaze swept past Feng Bai, Zhe Gushao's pupils constricted.
The latter's eyes were extremely clear, completely unaffected by the illusion array on the coffin. He looked at Feng Bai in surprise." Little brother, this painting?”
There's a problem with the coffin."
Feng Bai had already sensed it long ago. He didn't even turn his head and just stared fixedly at the inside of the lacquer coffin.
He had a strange feeling that the person lying inside…might not be a human at all!
"You noticed it too?"
Francolin Whistle's heart thumped.
Quietly sizing up Feng Bai, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Perhaps he had never truly seen through him from the beginning to the end.
The more he thought about it, the scenes from when they were together flashed through his mind like a movie.
Just as a thought flashed through his mind, he heard Feng Bai's voice.
"I came down a step earlier than you and was trapped by this illusion formation for half a day.”
Trapped?
Francolin Whistle was a little bewildered, but he did not have much time to determine how much truth was in Feng Bai's words.
Most importantly, he was still thinking about the medicinal pills in the pill furnace.
"Brother, other than this, did you find anything else?”
Hearing Zhe Gushao's implied words, the corners of Feng Bai's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. This kind of hook still wanted to catch people?
"I was trapped when I came down. I didn't have time to look at anything else.”
Hearing Feng Bai's words, Zhe Gushao subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief. He took one last look at the painted coffin before turning around and walking towards the pill furnace.
Feng Bai didn't pay attention to the Xieling Bandits who were still trapped.
Illusory formations could only affect one's mind temporarily and would not be too dangerous.
He placed the miner's lamp on the ground.
Zhe Gushao's eyes were filled with anticipation. He took a few deep breaths, then carefully opened the pill furnace. However, as soon as he opened it, his face froze.
Looking at the pile of wasted pills, he felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.
"How is that possible?"
"It shouldn't be. How could it be?"
"This is a furnace of useless pills?"
Francolin Whistle stood rooted to the ground, his face ashen.
He originally thought that he would be able to obtain the pill and enter a deeper realm after consuming it.
Moving Mountain Sect was inherited from Maoshan Taoism, and Maoshan Sect sealed External Elixirs, so he more or less knew some of the tricks.
For countless years, because he was afraid of life and death, he tried to see through the Dao of Heaven's Secrets.
There had long been a warlock who had practiced the art of furnace fire and used external pills to achieve longevity.
He had long heard that there were immortal herbs hidden under the Bottle Mountain. When he caught a glimpse of the pill furnace from above, he could not hide his excitement.
This was also the reason why he took the initiative to come down and scout the path.
Who would have thought that after bearing countless hopes, he would personally see those hopes shatter bit by bit like bubbles and disappear.
"Dao brother, what's wrong?"
Feng Bai seemed to have just noticed the abnormality on the other side and asked with concern.
"It's nothing…"
Being awakened by his words, Zhe Gushao secretly sighed.
"Are the pills left behind by the Daoists of the past generations in this furnace?”
Feng Bai seemed to have just noticed and asked with a surprised expression.
"It's just a cauldron of useless pills.”
Now that the last glimmer of hope had been shattered, Zhe Gushao no longer had much hope. He casually put down the lid of the pill furnace and shook his head at Feng Bai.
"I really ran into a ghost."
"That lacquer coffin is very strange. I was actually mesmerized by a few women.”
"Me too. I don't know what kind of painting it is.”
While the two of them were talking, the few bandits who were trapped in the hallucinatory scene finally broke free.
All of them fled from the coffin in fear and argued with fear in their hearts.
"Alright, send a few people to inform Boss Chen that there's no danger down there and that we can come down.”
Feng Bai shot a glance at those people and shouted coldly.
They didn't dare to say anything more. They quickly shut their mouths and followed the rope all the way up to report.
Ten minutes later.
Chen Yulou, Old Crooked Luo, and the others had already brought their men down.
Looking at the coffins piled up like a mountain around them, the two of them were excited. The 200-plus Xie Ling bandits even opened the coffins and took the items.
Xie Ling's methods were vicious.
He did not let go of any gold, silver, or jade in the coffin. He even searched the corpses of the dead a few times.
The ancients had the tradition of swallowing jade and pearls, but they had been unlucky for eight lifetimes in the hands of those bandits.
They cut open the body's belly and only threw the body into the bamboo basket after confirming that there was no more oil left.
This scene made Feng Bai's scalp tingle.
Among the five sects, Xie Ling was the most brutal. However, seeing that Chen Yulou and the others didn't care, he felt a chill in his heart.
Finally.
The Xieling Bandits stared at the lacquer coffin. A few of them tried their best to pry open the lid of the coffin. However, when they got close to the coffin and looked inside, their expressions changed drastically.
"Heavens…there's a fox corpse in the coffin!”
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