The two of them held their breath in shock, and the whole space was instantly silent, like a cold morgue.

After sweeping around, Qiu Yan didn't see anything, there was nothing in the quiet tomb, and I don't know when those skeletons retreated, and the dim light of the searchlight swept across the walls of the tomb, and an inexplicable chill invaded Qiu Yan's internal organs.

For a long time, Xijiang trembled in this darkness. "Liang Boy.. Shall we go out first?" As he spoke, Qiu Yan heard a strange wheezing sound, which came from a cramped place, but disappeared in an instant, and just as Qiu Yan wondered if he had heard it wrong, his sensitive nerves beat, and he heard an extremely dull sound similar to that of a thump on the ground.

Qiu Yan was puzzled, and hurriedly made a silent gesture and said in a low voice. "Don't speak, there's movement..."

When Xijiang heard this, he glared and covered his mouth, like a comedian, if it weren't for such a tense situation, Xijiang really wanted to tell Qiu Yan that the things here were a hundred times more arrogant than the skeletons outside!

However, when Qiu Yan pricked up his ears to listen without any movement, the whole space returned to an abrasive silence.

"What's the situation?" Xijiang's reaction made Qiu Yan feel that the movement just now might just be his own hallucination.

Qiu Yan sighed and asked unrelentingly. "I mean, didn't you hear any strange noises just now?"

"Voice, what sound?" said Xijiang in confusion.

Qiu Yan looked at him with a frightened look, shook his head, and said with a wry smile. "No.. Maybe I've been too nervous lately..."

The two of them made sure that the skeleton had retreated, and carefully climbed out of the mouth of the tank, Xijiang was frightened twice at this time, he was already hairy, and his desire was gone, and he didn't dare to touch this ghost shrouded coffin, this tomb is a fucking tomb, and the Van Gangon clan deliberately set this place as a fake dragon vein foundation at any cost, so that those who touched the Golden Gate would not return!

"These skeletons have neither flesh nor mind, how are they driven?" Qiu Yan said to himself, holding Sanmei and pounding the broken bones that had not yet been corrupted, as if he was extremely curious about these supernatural things.

"It's Miao Jiang's Golden Silkworm Gu. Xijiang withdrew his hand as if he had been branded by a cannon, and his face turned gray and black at the same time, and he didn't dare to touch those skeletons again, but just stood in a daze.

"Miao Jiang?Golden Silkworm?"

"It can be said that it is Miao Nu, Miao family, it is mysterious, and there is a legend of Gu, also called them witches, according to legend, Gu is mostly raised by women, they are naked, living in a simple place, dancing, praying to win the favor of Gu, can be released invisible, and is used with other special musical instruments and voices to play an auxiliary role. ”

And this golden silkworm Gu, in folk sayings, is a variety of poisonous insects, such as poisonous snakes, centipedes, lizards, earthworms, toads, etc., together in an urn and sealed together, let them kill each other, eat and eat, after a year, in the end, there is only one left, the shape and color have changed, the shape is like a silkworm, the skin is golden, it is the golden silkworm. It is also said that the twelve kinds of poisonous insects are put in the jar, secretly buried at the crossroads, and after 7749 days, they are secretly taken out and placed in the incense burner, and the sweet fragrance of tea is offered in the morning and evening, so that the golden silkworm obtained is invisible and exists in the incense ash. When releasing Gu, take the feces or incense ash of the golden silkworm and put it in the food for passing guests to eat, and then you can plant Gu worms. ”

"Then you mean to say that these skeletons were poisoned by Gu before they died?" Qiu Yan was taken aback, and hurriedly stood up and retreated.

"Yes, the scourge of witches, since the Western Han Dynasty continued for thousands of years, repeatedly banned, until now, the national culture withered, the people's wisdom gradually opened, in China, only the people of the countryside talked about, many "fate to be in this mountain" people do not know or hear. And the technique of witchcraft to descend the head of Maoshan is popular in Southeast Asia, and there are many schools. These skeletons are dead things at all, and they are actually the golden silkworm Gu that seeped into the bones of the corpse before death!"

Qiu Yan suddenly realized. "I see, I see. These skeletons weren't actually attacking us, it's just that these Gu worms had been hungry for too long, and they suddenly smelled blood so crazy, creating the illusion of a skeleton attack!"

"Yes, right, Liang boy, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, the one in this ghost shroud coffin is probably a great wizard of Miaojiang before his death, this coffin can't be opened, we were put together by the Fangang clan!"

"So what do we do now?"

"What else can I do!Get out, hurry up and get out!" Xijiang said and pulled Qiu Yan and walked back without looking back.

.....

The backs of the two of them leaving quickly made the tomb still deep and silent, as if it would continue in the darkness endlessly, until the ghost shroud's coffin suddenly burst out from the deepest part of the darkness.

It seems to be slowly absorbing some power, and it seems to be contaminated with some kind of unique aura, faintly calling something towards the endless darkness. Under this inexplicable force, the coffin silently cracked a little crack.

The aura of antiquity emanated from this crack in darkness, and a figure as tall as a hill, as if dominating everything, began to faintly emerge from that gap, and gradually approached the world.

'He' woke up, and slowly opened his blood-red eyes, which were a pair of eyes that had no expectation, cold, bloody, and strange.

"Hmph!" A cold low voice, with a calm and powerful palm slapped heavily on the ghost coffin, the ground seemed to tremble suddenly, and a subtle rumbling sound kept coming from the depths of the coffin, like a roar, as if unwilling, like an angry roar. But the big dry hand inexplicably exuded a powerful momentum, and it actually suppressed the ghost coffin that seemed to want to break free, and at this time, after the last whimpering roar, the dark crack was closed.

At the same time, behind the black shadow, a huge yellow-brown pupil opened without warning, the scale of which was not at all the eyes possessed by humans, but more like a bottomless pit that could breathe people's hearts, quietly rolling with the sound of 'Si'.

Qiu Yan felt something, looked back, and saw that the depths of the tomb were already pitch black, and the rock walls on both sides seemed to open a huge dark gap, and then from that incomparably deep, bottomless abyss-like darkness, it seemed that there was a strange gaze looking here.