Bang!

The door that had been opened by the storm was closed again. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The soldiers guarding the door looked left and right, and then came into the room to look around, and after not finding any abnormality, they were afraid that they thought the wind had blown the door open, so they closed the door and continued to guard the door.

The building, built on the left side of the main building, has no upper or lower floors, and the interior of the building is like a tall warehouse, and the walls around it are hung with blue lights that form a coil. Luo Zheng unconsciously remembered the blue circle of light spreading outward on the dome of the middle building, and the color of the light was exactly the same as here.

After the door of the room was closed, the turmoil finally calmed down and looked around. Following the gaze of the storm, Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia also saw the scene in the room through the big screen.

Under the blue light, although this room is tall and wide, the scene can almost be seen clearly. What is surprising is that this room is surprisingly empty. Because of this, all corners of the room can be illuminated by the blue fire.

But the problem is that this room is empty, and only in the middle is there a coffin.

The coffin was magnificently shaped, and the coffin was carved with extremely intricate pictures, and was inlaid with gold, silver and diamonds, and in the dim blue light, it was impossible to see what the pattern was. Such a luxurious coffin, there are guards guarding the door, and the one lying in the coffin is estimated to be the boss of the Tianjian Hua family.

But that's not the point.

The point is that there is not a single martyr in this room. Not even a single funerary object. Well, there is no way to find the trumpet flower here.

Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia glanced at each other, and both frowned slightly. They watched this live broadcast, and it turned into a puzzle video for some reason. However, there are so few clues left in this video, and they have no direction to solve the puzzle.

The storm refused to give up, and the perspective on the big screen suddenly moved to the side of the gorgeous and luxurious coffin.

The perspective pauses, as if it becomes a static picture. Luo Zheng guessed that Fengbo had already made the next move in his heart, but now he was very hesitant. This kind of hesitation is caused by the class humility that has been put on his head like a shackle since he was born, and in the face of this shackle, it seems that it is more difficult for the turmoil than to face the choice of life and death.

The picture on the big screen paused for a few moments. Finally, the turmoil could no longer endure and no longer hesitated. The image moved again.

The dull sound of grinding teeth sounded, the sound of heavy wood grinding. On the coffin inlaid with gold and silver, the coffin lid began to move little by little, as if a pair of invisible hands were pushing the coffin lid hard, pushing the lid open little by little.

Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia, who watched it through the big screen, understood very well that this was the only way he could think of to work hard in Fengbo. No one would believe that a world of nobles would bury a slave burial in his own coffin of eternal sleep, but there was no other way for the turmoil to go in any other direction. This little slave who had spent so much of his life to save his lover, who had given so much, and in the end he couldn't even find the person he wanted to save, he was afraid that he was about to go crazy.

"Shall we help him?" Yao Dongxia couldn't help but ask. She is a woman after all, and even as a calm scientist who often deals with zombies and is accustomed to seeing life and death, she will inevitably feel a little compassion in the face of such a scene.

Luo Zheng sighed and said, "The problem is, we have a black eye on the turbulent world, even if we go, what can we do to help the turbulence?" ”

The dilemma that the turmoil is facing now, even if it is a super agency, cannot be solved for the time being.

When Yao Dongxia heard this, he had no choice but to smile bitterly, and continued to look at the big screen, silent.

Finally, inside the big screen, Feng Bo pushed the lid of the coffin hard, pushing the coffin open a big opening.

A faint blue light suddenly poured out of the coffin, connecting with the blue lines of fire on the wall, and in an instant, the entire tall room was sprinkled with a blue light like flames.

Even this strange sight can't stop the turmoil. The light coming out of the mouth of the coffin was a little dazzling, but the storm ignored it, lying on top of the coffin, looking down at the mouth of the coffin.

Luo Zheng and Yao Dongxia were also able to see what was inside the coffin.

Inside the coffin, the blue streamer was like a translucent stream of water, filling the entire coffin. Under the streamer, the old man with a rich body, a pile of flesh on his cheeks, a wrinkled face, and a silver beard lying peacefully in the coffin, should be the old nobleman who died in the Jianhua family that day.

Other than that, there was no one in the coffin.

Boom!

It is the muffled sound of human bones hitting hard objects.

The turmoil finally despaired.

The picture on the big screen is still again, and only the blue light is rippling one after another, making the big screen look like a dynamic interface when the monitor is asleep.

After I don't know how long, there was a sudden squeak. The picture on the big screen finally moved again, and with a twist, the door of the room appeared in the frame.

The door to the room was slowly opened, and the blue light that filled the room slanted out, blending with the moonlight shining in from outside, forming a brilliant colored light.

In the midst of the colorful light, a tall figure in a black robe walked in. The man walked slowly on a cane at the height of his shoulder. When he entered the room, the guard at the door followed him, but he waved his sleeve robe and drove him out.

The turmoil did not dare to come out, and he quietly wore a camouflage cloak and stayed by the coffin.

The black-robed man walked towards the coffin step by step, and the crutches slammed on the ground again and again, making a "click, click" sound, and there were even echoes in this closed and empty room. He walked over to the coffin, glanced inside, and walked around it.

The eyes of the storm have always followed the black-robed man, so that the screen has always followed the black-robed man. After walking around, the black-robed man stopped, suddenly raised his crutches high, and whispered to the coffin: "Who is it?" ”

Luo Zheng's eyelids jumped.

…… The turmoil has been discovered?

He stared at the screen, but saw the tip of the crutch, and suddenly the blue light made a big splash, and the blue light of the whole room corresponded to it, as if a strong wind was blowing, and the blue light all over the room rolled like a wave, surging wildly.

…… It's magic!?

This black-robed man is a magician!?

At this moment, not only Luo Zheng, but even Yao Dongxia opened his mouth wide and was speechless in surprise.