Those coffins should have been unearthed not long ago.
There were also tree roots, mud, and rotten leaves on it.
However, judging from the degree of decay, the coffins in the carriage were all ancient coffins without exception.
The few people present were all experienced and could see many things at a glance, especially the details that were easily overlooked.
"There are numbers on it."
Old Dog Wu frowned and stretched the lantern in his hand forward.
There were spider webs between the coffins and the shelves, and all the coffins had numbers written on them in red paint. However, the numbers were arranged irregularly, as if they had been randomly painted on.
Feng Bai looked around. The largest number he could see on the coffin was 47.
In other words, there were at least forty-seven coffins in this carriage alone. When he was outside, he had specially observed that there were a total of seven coffins in the train.
There were probably hundreds of coffins piled up on it.
There were only two possibilities for such a huge number.
The first was the mass grave, and the second was the mass grave.
The mass grave could actually be dug out first. Many of the coffins were made of high-grade nanmu wood, which was not something that ordinary people could use.
Most of the people buried in the mass graves were poor people. After they died, they were mostly buried with a straw mat and a roll of soil. The better ones were at most a few wooden planks.
There was only one possibility-a group trap.
Although the few of them did not speak, they already had a rough judgment in their hearts.
"There are markings here."
Qi Tiezui was timid by nature, and he was the last one standing. He held a lantern in his hand, and his eyes swept around.
"Marks?"
When the few of them heard this, they immediately rushed over.
Under the light from the lantern, a line of red words slowly appeared.
'Second Road of the East Chamber of the Fourth Tomb.'
These days, the Southern Sect was in a mess. Other than the Old Nine Sects, there were also countless small groups of thieves wandering around.
There was an old saying in Changsha City that said that nine out of ten tombs were empty.
One could imagine how many people in the old Changsha business were involved in this.
But there was one thing. Most people were born poor and just wanted to make a living.
The handwriting on it was clear. It was obvious that they had marked the tomb and the area. It was impossible that they had done it.
"Continue watching."
Lord Zeng waved his hand.
He couldn't tell much from this line of words.
Deputy Zhang nodded and led the way with a lantern. The group walked forward for about five to six carriages.
"Wait!"
Everyone was about to enter.
Old Dog Wu suddenly shouted.
Feng Bai glanced at him and saw that the three-inch nail hidden in his sleeve was raising its head and staring at the depths of the carriage with an indescribably strange gaze.
It was as if…he was looking at something.
"I'm afraid there's a big dumpling in this carriage.”
Old Dog Wu and the Three-inch Nail shared the same mentality, so he knew that something was wrong when he felt the movement of the puppy in his arms.
Hearing his words.
Deputy Zhang, who was walking at the front, pulled out his pistol. His eyes turned cold, and his slightly arched body was filled with killing intent.
Feng Bai could not help but raise his eyebrows when he sensed the change in him.
After entering the internal force stage, his spirit became even sharper.
Although Zhang Qishan, Old Dog Wu, and the others were separated, the murderous aura on Adjutant Zhang's body could not escape his attention.
As expected of someone from the Zhang family.
None of them were good people.
"What's there to be afraid of? Even if you're a dumpling, you have to lie down in Changsha City.”
Zhang Qishan sneered and walked straight to the carriage in front with his hands behind his back.
Seeing this, Deputy Zhang followed closely behind.
When Old Dog Wu saw that Qi Tiezui was about to turn around and leave, he reached out and grabbed the back of his neck as he chuckled.
"Eighth Master, let's go. This is a blessing, not a curse. You can't hide from it.”
As soon as they entered the carriage, they immediately smelled a strong stench of blood and decay.
He held the lantern and shone it on the ground.
Three or four corpses with guns on their backs were lying on the ground.
The blood on the ground had already dried up. It seemed that the person had died quite some time ago.
What made everyone's eyes turn cold was that there was a deep wound on the bodies of those corpses.
Judging from the wound, it looked like it was pulled out by a sharp claw.
Those people seemed to have seen something that terrified them before they died. Their eyes were wide open, and there was still a hint of despair on their faces.
A dumpling!
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the few of them were not very good.
After experiencing this kind of thing a lot, it was easy to recognize it.
He shifted his gaze away from the corpses and looked into the deepest part of the carriage.
There…
There was a huge stone coffin.
Because it was too heavy, even the wooden coffin outside was pressed down.
He held the lantern and approached.
Feng Bai discovered that there was a lot of black iron stuck between the coffin body and the gap between the coffin cover. On the iron sheet, there were countless complicated and difficult to understand symbols.
It should be something like a Taoist suppressing evil.
Looking at those runes, he immediately thought of the strange thing about the Taoist corpse herders that he had heard from Old Crooked Man Luo at the mortuary at the foot of Pingshan.
Some of the corpses of extremely vicious people or those who died from endless resentment had to be suppressed with talisman papers. Otherwise, once they became evil spirits, they would definitely bite back at the corpse herder.
The Dao talisman on the coffin was clearly used to suppress the object inside.
"Coffins have leather, leather belt, iron wrapped in gold, and whistle coffins.”
Qi Tiezui walked around the stone coffin and muttered something.
According to the Daodou Gang, the wind and water were bad, and it was easy for corpses to change in underground tombs. Tomb robbers would usually melt their weapons on the spot and then seal the coffin with molten iron, leaving only a hole.
When the molten iron solidified, someone entered the coffin with one hand and took out the funerary objects.
However, this method was extremely dangerous. The person who explored the coffin had to be an extremely strong person. Otherwise, he would definitely die if he reached out his hand.
Furthermore, there were three layers of iron nails nailed to the floor around the stone coffin, and traces of ink lines could be vaguely seen.
These nails weren't ordinary nails, but water trapping nails that sealed the murderous aura in the coffin.
Seeing this scene, everyone's faces darkened even more.
The bronze mirror, the iron coffin, and the water nailed coffin, each of them exuded an evil aura.
Old Dog Wu looked at Qi Tiezui." Master Eight, what do you think?”
Qi Tiezui was the most skilled at destroying this kind of evil thing.
"Sealing the coffin with molten iron and carving words on the iron sheet are not things that ordinary people can do. There's no need to think about it. This must have been done by the expert who hung the bronze mirror on the front of the car.”
Qi Tiezui actually had a vague guess in his heart, but he still had to test the bottom line of the coffin first.
Thinking of this, he turned around and looked at Lord Zhang.
"Lord Zeng, I'm afraid this coffin will have to rely on your Zhang family's unique skill.”
Hearing his words, Zhang Qishan and Adjutant Zhang were shocked. Their eyes flickered with an indescribable meaning.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Qishan suddenly asked a very strange question.
"Adjutant, how long has it been since we last touched that pair of scissors?”
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