The four shrine maidens stopped prostrating and knelt in front of the abutment, their eyes closed, holding each other's hands, chanting mysterious and ancient incantations. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Lan Quexi can understand a little, and said with a solemn expression at the moment: "It's not good, they are reciting the soul mantra, the blood shadow just now is probably the essence blood condensed by the people in the coffin, if the body comes out, we will suffer......"

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As he was speaking, he suddenly felt a gust of wind, and the hair of the four witches in front of him suddenly danced wildly, and all the fires swayed, and there was a feeling that it was about to be extinguished in an instant. At the same time, a sense of intimidation came from the rare golden silk nan wooden coffin, although I had the Tianyan Stone to protect my body from being eroded by evil qi, I could still feel the cold wind swishing, and the whole person was extremely heavy.

The little Taoist priest stared at the lid of the coffin and said, "The ancient corpse that can't be suppressed by seven nails, if he had expected the day when the coffin would be broken for him today, then it would be impossible for us to pull him back into the coffin!"

Just as the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and I panicked, a cloud of black gas poured out of the coffin. It came slowly, and we saw that the situation was not right, and we retreated carefully. At this moment, the smoke burst in front of us, like the speed of an explosion, we couldn't avoid it, so we had to cover our eyes and nose with our hands, and when the black gas dissipated, we only listened to the sound of the coffin lid falling to the ground, and the old ancestor and the little Taoist priest on the side stared solemnly at the golden silk nan wooden coffin, and the old ancestor said: "Little Heavenly Master, this time we really have to do our best!"

The old ancestor's expression was heavy, it seemed that what they saw was by no means ordinary, I put down my hand, looked through the diffuse black air, and only saw a person sitting in the Golden Silk Nanmu Pavilion. He wore a red-black curly deep robe, and wore a crown of heaven, with pearls and emeralds on it, which were of superior color and luster and still shining after a hundred years. Judging from the exposed upper half of his body, it can be seen that he is tall.

However, unexpectedly, this person's face was like a living person, and his face and body were soaked in blood, but it could still be seen that his skin contained a ruddy color, but this color was fine on the face of a living person, and on the face of an ancient corpse lying in a coffin, it would be a bit eerie.

With what he was wearing, the old ancestor said that he should have been a nobleman of the Chu State during his lifetime, but why was there a man in the main coffin of Qi Ling, he was like a living person, extremely powerful, and he could sit up on his own! If it was a big zongzi, it would be fine, but this person could still breathe! What is this not a human being?

Bao Cai said: "I'll go, isn't it Princess Chu in the coffin? How can you pop up such a magnificent thing, is it not true that the record in the silk book does not conform to the facts? In fact, Qi Ling has already been married, this person is her husband?"

Although Baocai's words were a bit nonsense, they really reminded me, and I speculated: "Qu Fu Shen Yi was worn by nobles in ancient times, and this person ......" I swallowed my saliva, straightened my mind, and continued: "This person can't be Sima Yan himself, right?"

From the place of sacrifice to here, most of them have dragon and phoenix patterns, and even the style of the east side room where the treasures are stored below is relatively masculine. When I said this answer, Chen Yu was speechless: "You don't bring that kind of fun, right? What about Princess Chu?"

I said, "The coffin is so big, it can lay several people inside, Princess Chu may be next to Sima Yan!"

This answer is the end of all doubts, and I can't think of a more appropriate explanation. Sima Yan couldn't get the spirit before he was alive, how could he still miss the great love in his heart after death? This kind of feeling is unimaginable, just like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, who only wait for the Queqiao to meet once in their lives, but even after so many years, they are still clinging to a true love in their hearts. It's a pity that Sima Yan has intentionally fallen flowers, but the flowing water is ruthless......

The four shrine maidens looked at the people in the coffin and stood up, excited, as if the dream they had been making for a hundred years had really come true.

I looked at the ancient corpse, if he was really Sima Yan as I guessed, then his appearance and posture were very different from what I imagined. Because in my heart, those gods who can observe the heavens and survey the geography are like little Taoists, fairy wind and bones, fluttering clothes, and have a thin snow and frost posture, but this Sima Yan is much stronger than the little Taoist.

I asked the little Taoist priest if this kind of strange thing happened was a corpse transformation? The little Taoist priest shook his head and said, "The breath here is not right, it is not like a corpse transformation, but for a while, I can't tell what is causing this." ”

If the ancient corpse can act, it will either become a zombie, or it will be like a small worm hidden in the shrinking wine, it can cause people to come back to life, but it will definitely not be like Sima Yan, who can still maintain his face and become a living corpse. Because if this is the case, then the immortality sought by Qin Shi Huang can really be realized, which does not conform to the natural law of old age, sickness and death in life.

Could it really be that the four witches used some method to bring the dead back to life? There was blood in Sima Yan's coffin, and when the tengu was eating the sun, he sucked the blood and came back to life? Then why didn't the spirit wake up?

Just as I was thinking about it, in addition to the raging fire in the fire ditch, the fire on the remaining bronze figurines and figurines had turned a miserable green, and if one or two candles were changed, this row would have changed, and it felt like they were going to take us to the Netherworld.

The little Taoist priest glanced at the sudden change of fire around him, and said awefully: "I am already a broken candle, and now I still have the breath to drag the living corpse, and the seal is poisonous, see if I can take advantage of this to find the secret recipe for myself, in short, if I can escape, I will escape, otherwise we will all have to stay here......"

The seriousness of the situation was fully demonstrated in the words of the little Taoist, the old ancestor took out the copper scimitar, and said angrily: "There are seven people here, let one of you drag the difficult living corpse, and the remaining six people want to get out alive, they can only exist in the shadows, I don't want Xiaoliuzi to feel guilty and regretful." Touching gold can never be a person's business, and it is not yet time to sacrifice someone. And I'm not the kind of person who poisons myself and wants others to die for me in exchange for the antidote!"

The little Taoist priest listened to the words of the old ancestor, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and then he returned to his usual indifferent appearance, he smiled, and seemed to have reached a united front with the old ancestor.

The black flames were already burning more and more intensely, and Sima Yan in the golden silk nan wooden coffin turned his gaze at us, even though he was no different from a living person, but his bloodthirsty red eyes still betrayed him. How can a person who dies come back to life as an adult, and how can a person with blood on his hands really reach the horizon?

In the past, I thought that this kind of supernatural thing, we ordinary people can't feel it, and we can't see it, so we can only be tricked secretly, but now in the face of Sima Yan's ancient corpse, I can feel the unusual aura flowing around us, these breaths are like wind blades, invisible, but inexplicably panicked.

I wondered if there really was a divine power in him? Just as I was thinking, Baocai exclaimed in amazement, "I'll go...... This man changes again. ”

Hearing this, I looked up, and Bao Cai looked at things more carefully, but I didn't find anything, and Bao Cai hurriedly said to us, "Didn't you notice that the skin on Sima Laowei's neck was a little transparent?"

I looked at his neck, only to find that his skin was indeed a little weird, with the feeling of crystal dumplings, and from his skin, I could vaguely see the blood vessels inside. Soon, the changes in his body began to become noticeable, his hair fell out in clumps, and his scalp became slightly translucent, like his neck, and I could even see the blood contained in his body.

Sure enough, it was he who sucked the blood from the pool, and the blood soaked him, but now his appearance was a little disgusting compared to the one just now, as if he had just been soaked out of formalin, and the whole person stood up suddenly, with a feeling of a child staggering and ignorant of understanding. It's like Frankenstein, but we are in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, and Sima Yan is not a research object in a laboratory, how can he become like this?

I watched as he slowly crawled out of the main coffin, his skin draining in the transparency just now, a bit like a craggy mountain wall, producing vertical folds that accompanied him with blue-gray skin that shaped him into a real freak. But even so, the four young shrine maidens under the abutment still looked at him with infinite fascination, as if such a monster could fulfill their ideals.

Bao Cai looked at the thing and slowly moved down, and said, "Is this a corpse?" There is a saying in the Tibetan people that a person is dead, and the remnants of his sins are not finished, so he always wants to complete his life, so he keeps his body, and then waits for the half-immortal to say, when the yin qi gathers, to harm the world?"

I had heard of the phrase "corpse" when I was traveling to Tibet, but Sima Yan's situation was not similar to the appearance of the corpse described by the locals, and if that was the case, then as long as he touched the top of our heads, we would become like him.

I immediately denied Baocai's statement, Baocai said that I understand too one-sided, he has read a lot of books on Zhiwei, there is a more wild saying, that it is divided into several kinds of corpses, this Sima Yan first changed from the skin, and then the flesh became transparent, from the inside can see the color of blood, indicating that he has experienced three kinds of corpse process "skin, flesh, blood". There will only be one type of corpse in general, but looking at Sima Yan's appearance, all three are accounted for.

Regardless of whether the corpse is raised or not, for a person like Sima Yan, who is proud of himself, to know that he has become like this, he will probably have to vomit blood. I don't know if he still has this aristocratic pride in his mind, but as the treasure says, he still has a remnant. This remnant is estimated to be ascending to immortality hand in hand with Qi Ling, and the two of them are free from then on, and the role of the four witches may be used to help him achieve his ideals.

Bao Cai looked at the thing and walked in front of the four witches, and said, "This is too evil, such a living monster is in front of us, how can we go to the main coffin to take the body of Princess Chu? How to get the antidote?"