"From the looks of it, there shouldn't be dumplings in this ancient coffin, right? If it really was a dumpling, wouldn't it have become a spirit after more than a thousand years?”
" That's right. Wouldn't it be very dangerous to open it rashly? Looking at the situation, I think it's better for the host not to open the coffin. Your life is more important…"
In the live broadcast room, everyone hurriedly advised.
Shen Fei did not say anything.
He focused his attention and looked at the last coffin.
Using the Dragon Sparrow Saber, he gently plucked a golden thread from the Yin Heavy Wood.
"This coffin is the last layer of the Dark Artifact. If I'm not mistaken, the tomb owner's corpse should be inside.”
Shen Fei removed all the golden threads that sealed the jade slip.
A moment later, he took the jade piece down completely.
The painting on the coffin was revealed.
However, when he saw the contents of the painting on the coffin made of Yin Heavy Wood.
Everyone felt extremely strange.
In the painting, a young man in a red robe was sitting in a red sedan chair.
There were two green-skinned, ghost-faced yakshas in front of and behind the palanquin, each holding a fork.
Carrying a red sedan chair.
Their postures were extremely strange, as if they were "jumping gods". It was very strange.
The curtain of the red sedan opened, revealing a blurry face. It had no facial features, but it made people feel that the man in the sedan looked like he was crying.
They walked among the mountains and rivers, but the mountains were black and the water was red.
There were even some people whose heads could be vaguely seen. They looked at the man in the palanquin with twisted expressions.
It seemed to be fear, terror, and even more complicated was hatred.
"Why is this painting so strange? What were those " people " afraid of, afraid of, and hated? Who was the man in the red palanquin?”
"Is it Cai Jing? However, in Ge Hong's Legend of Immortals, didn't Cai Jing ascend to the Heavenly Palace and become an immortal official?
Logically speaking, the content of this painting shouldn't be so strange, right? It's too evil. It doesn't match his status as an immortal…"
At this moment, everyone in the live broadcast room felt that something was seriously wrong.
Some of the problems were getting more and more confusing.
In this world, who would turn their place of slumber into such a state? It was simply terrifying and inauspicious.
"If you want to know if it's that Immortal Official Cai Jing inside, just open it and take a look.”
[Fat Dragon rewarded streamer Shen Fei with 99 rockets!]」
"Stupid fatty, do you want the streamer to die? Is there anyone who instigates you like this?”
In the live broadcast room, the popularity points had already reached an astonishing eight million.
At this moment, the bullet comments were all criticizing Fat Dragon.
The fat dragon was a little dissatisfied and scolded," Damn it, I believe Brother Fei. That little dumpling was so scared that he knelt down. Those female dumplings were also smashed to death.
I don't believe it. Even if this Cai Jing is really up to something, damn it, why would Brother Fei be afraid of him?”
Everyone in the live broadcast room was instantly silenced.
Shen Fei's terrifying figure appeared in their minds, and they were instantly shocked. For a moment, they did not speak.
At this moment, Shen Fei had already started to "beat around the bush" around the coffin.
He carefully used the Wind Mirror to listen to the movements inside the coffin.
But soon, he frowned.
"Why is there breathing?"
"F * ck, host, are you trying to prank us? How can there be breathing in this coffin? Could it be that there are still people alive?"
In the live broadcast room, everyone immediately burst into an uproar. They felt that Shen Fei might be joking.
"If you don't believe me, listen to it for yourself.”
Shen Fei specifically asked the system to move the camera closer to the coffin and then magnified the recording effect of the system.
As expected, everyone in the live broadcast room heard rough breathing.
It was very long, as if the corpse inside was sleeping peacefully.
Everyone's expression changed.
"F * ck, this is strange. Why is there breathing in here?”
"It can't be a dumpling, right?"
In the live broadcast room, everyone's hearts were throbbing, and they felt a little creeped out.
"It's possible. Moreover, it might be a demon that's even more powerful than a dumpling.”
"What exactly is that monster?"
At this moment, some people in the live broadcast room could not help but ask.
"Corpse demon!"
Old Taoist Xuan Yang spat out two words.
"When I was young, I was only ten years old. I once followed my master to Xi Guang Province to travel around.
At that time, the world was in famine. The local people could only dig ditches in order to open up wasteland. In the end, someone dug a black ancient coffin under the ditch that day.
At that time, the people were very poor. Before the officers of the Patrol Bureau arrived, the local chief surnamed Rong ordered the coffin to be opened.
The moment the coffin was opened, people saw an ancient corpse in a blue official robe. With one judgment, they knew that this was an ancient corpse from the Song Dynasty.
There were also a large number of funerary objects. The clan leader was very happy and asked the villagers to put away the funerary objects before preparing to cremate the bodies.
In the end, they were stopped by the people from the Patrol Bureau who rushed to the scene and brought the ancient corpse back to the bureau for research.
However, the next day, when the townspeople went to the police station, they were shocked to find that all the staff inside were dead.
A passing night watchman said that he heard heavy breathing and low growls when he passed by the police station last night.
He thought that the staff in the bureau was extorting a confession from the criminal, so he didn't care. In the end, he didn't expect someone to die.
On that day, ten people died in the police station, and Song Dynasty's body disappeared.
In the next few days, poultry mysteriously disappeared one after another in the town. There were also people who were bitten to death. The flowers in their bodies were all dried up, and their bodies were rotten. It was extremely tragic.
When my master heard about this, he felt that something was very wrong, so he contacted his fellow disciples and went to Chongnan to carry out a detailed plan overnight.
After experiencing a life and death battle, he successfully killed the ancient corpse of the Song Dynasty. For this, my master paid a heavy price and lost an arm.
"I asked my master why that ancient corpse was so powerful. My master said,'That's a corpse demon'. A corpse that has been dead for a long time will not rot. It will not turn stiff after death. It will develop consciousness, have a spirit, and understand cultivation. It is a demon. Ordinary dumplings are unconscious and will not breathe…"
Taoist Xuan Yang didn't continue, his mood inexplicably sorrowful.
His master was also a legendary figure in the past. Unfortunately, he still died in the depths of the vast mountains of the Miaojiang.
The pain of this was not known to outsiders.
In the live broadcast room, everyone's emotions were also inexplicable. For a moment, they did not know what to say.
It was heavy, but more than that, she was worried that Shen Fei was going to open the coffin.
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