That thing was very strange.
It was as if the scales had been removed from an animal's body.
It was mixed with black blood, giving off an evil feeling that made people feel disgusted.
"Lord Zeng…what is it?"
Old Dog Wu couldn't recognize him from afar, so he asked directly.
"I don't know. It looks like a dragon bone.”
Dragon bones!
Of course, it wasn't a bone from a dragon, but a type of Chinese medicine.
During the Guangxu period of the previous dynasty, someone accidentally discovered ancient characters on a traditional Chinese medicine dragon bone, which was the oracle bone inscriptions of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties.
Everyone present was experienced.
When he heard Zhang Qishan's words, he immediately reacted.
However, it was unheard of for a dragon bone to be buried with the dead.
Qi Tiezui frowned. Because he was a feng shui master, he used dragon bones in his divination and had countless of them in his house.
He knew the significance of the dragon bone better than anyone else. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Could it be that there is some secret on this dragon bone?”
"Master Eight, come and take a look."
Zhang Qishan jumped down from the coffin and asked someone to bring him a basin of water. He washed the dragon bone with great effort. There were some strange patterns carved on the dragon bone armor.
This matter was of great importance. Qi Tiezui did not dare to delay. He immediately picked up the dragon bone and looked at it carefully.
"These patterns look like oracle bones, but they also look like natural patterns. I can't tell where they came from, but I can be sure that they aren't turtle shells or beast bones.”
Although Qi Tiezui had collected a lot of dragon's bones, he had also done a lot of research on them.
However, it had only been ten to twenty years since this thing was discovered. Many people were immersed in it and tried to decipher the meaning of the words on it.
In this era, there were no more than three people in the world who could truly understand oracle bone inscriptions.
He, Qi Tiexuan, was good at fortune-telling, but it was difficult for him to see the dragon bones with his palm.
"Open the coffin."
Seeing that the group of people could not figure out anything, Old Dog Wu suggested.
Zhang Qishan didn't know the reason either. He nodded and waved at the adjutant behind him. Immediately, more than ten guards rushed to the coffin with tools.
While they were opening the coffin.
Zhang Qishan invited them into the station's duty room. Someone had already boiled tea and brought it over.
After taking a few sips of hot tea in the cold weather, the few of them immediately felt that the coldness in their bodies had been dispelled.
"Lord Zeng, I saw you probing the hole with two fingers. What's the situation down there?”
Qi Tiezui's mind was filled with the scene from before, and he was extremely curious.
Hearing his question, Feng Bai and Old Dog Wu also looked at him, waiting for Zhang Qishan's answer.
After all, the youth had lost an arm in the blink of an eye, and the tragic state was still vivid in his mind.
"The corpse in the coffin is very strange.”
Zhang Qishan frowned slightly, and the situation at that time surfaced in his mind.
When he reached his hand into the coffin through the hole, he found that the corpse was the same as the ones who had died outside. They were all lying in the coffin.
It wasn't strange for a corpse to turn into a zombie.
However, when his right hand went around the head of the corpse, he found more than 30 iron needles nailed in the throat.
The skill of probing with two fingers was actually to use the fastest speed to take out the funerary objects from the coffin when the corpse was transformed.
Stapling steel needles into the throat of a corpse was usually a method used by grave robbers to prevent zombies from biting them after fighting.
At that time, he felt that it was strange.
Now that he thought about it, he actually reacted.
The first thing that the young man touched was the cow hair needle in the corpse's throat, but he mistook it for corpse hair.
However, Zhang Qishan was also a ruthless person. Even though he knew that the corpse under the coffin could no longer turn into a corpse, he still used all his strength to crush its throat.
"So this dragon bone was taken from the throat of that corpse?”
Old Dog Wu's expression was a little strange.
He had fought countless times and had seen pearls to preserve the flesh and money to suppress evil. However, he had never heard of anyone hiding a dragon bone in their mouth.
The more he thought about it, the more strange it was.
Perhaps the corpse itself was hiding a secret.
"Lord Zeng, the coffin is open."
About half an hour later, Deputy Zhang came in from outside.
"That's good. Let's go and take a look together.”
The few of them got up from their seats and walked across the platform until they got on the train.
The coffin had been completely pried open, revealing the reddish-black carvings on the coffin's walls. There were also two portraits of a human and a beast on the coffin.
"It's something from Nan Bei Chao."
When everyone saw this, they had a rough idea in their hearts.
Just as Zhang Qishan had said, the corpse was lying at the bottom of the coffin. Its head was at an extremely strange angle. It looked ferocious and terrifying. It was probably caused by its throat being crushed.
"See what's in its throat?”
Zhang Qishan glanced at the guard standing behind him.
Immediately, someone stepped forward and slit the throat of the corpse with a bayonet.
As expected, there were 37 steel needles sealed under his throat. They were densely packed together, and the steel needles were shining with a faint blue color. One look and one could tell that they were poisonous.
Seeing that they did not find anything, the guards cut open the body and searched it carefully a few times.
Adjutant Zhang had sharp eyes and found something covered in black blood in the pile of rotten meat.
"Lord Zeng, look!"
Not only Zhang Qishan, Feng Bai and the others also looked forward.
After carefully picking it out and washing it with water, everyone found that it was actually a thimble.
In this day and age, when embroidering shoes, one would wear a ring-like thing on their fingers to block the steel needles to prevent them from hurting their hands. It was a very common thing.
However, the moment they saw the needle, Old Dog Wu and Qi Tiezui's expressions turned extremely strange.
There was an azalea flower carved on the top of the sleeve.
Azalea flowers had a special meaning in Old Changsha's Nine Gates.
Flowers bloom in January and red in February.
Almost everyone in the Nine Gates knew that Azalea was referring to February Red.
The original flower of February Red was originally a daffodil, but the daffodil was too eye-catching, so it was changed to an azalea.
A ghost carriage full of dead people, a coffin from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and a token of February Red was found in the corpses. What did this mean?
Moreover, the whistle coffin was something that had been lost for a long time. The Red Clan in February was also an old-school sand-washing merchant in Changsha. Many of their skills were difficult for outsiders to know.
"It shouldn't have anything to do with Second Master, right? Maybe it's just a coincidence?"
Qi Tiezui's forehead was dripping with sweat.
Up until now, not only did this matter not solve the mystery for them, but it also became more and more strange.
However, no one responded.
After all, this explanation was too far-fetched, and there was no way to establish a firm foothold.
"Yes or no, wouldn't it be clear if we ask Second Master to ask?”
Zhang Qishan frowned. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled.
Then, he turned around and looked at the adjutant.
"Go and invite Second Master over. Tell him that I have something to ask.”
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