Shi Lan touched her heart and felt much more stable. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Two meters away, Huang Wanrou walked through the mist, and Shi Lan was surprised to find that her surroundings were the same as herself, and there was no black mist entangled.

What's going on? Could she have any tricks? Her own trick was given by Mingxiao, so what about her?

Shi Lan had a question in her heart.

Huang Wanrou saw Shi Lan standing in a daze, and was a little impatient, "Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you in front." ”

Hearing this, Shi Lan could only put aside his thoughts, responded in a low voice, and quickly followed Huang Wanrou, and after a while, he saw Old Man Yan and others in front of a tall stone gate.

Old man Yan was fiddling with the compass, Wang Haibo impatiently took out something from his bag that looked like a cannonball, Old Man Yan seemed to say something, Wang Haibo immediately glared at him, and shouted: "You have the ability, you can come, chirp crookedly, there are so many things." ”

Wang Haibo's words were too arrogant, Old Man Yan glanced at him coldly, and then lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the compass, but his junior brother Yao Jingping was unhappy, "What do you know, the yin qi here is so heavy, there must be a lot of yin spirits, if you disturb them with gunpowder, we people don't want to go out." ”

Wang Haibo didn't understand this, he used to just steal some ordinary tombs, this kind of large tomb was the first time he had experienced it, although Yao Jingping's words made him suspicious, but it didn't delay his hard mouth.

"You don't scare me with the Yin Spirit, my life is very hard, and the Yin Spirit can't kill me," Wang Haibo unconsciously tightened the bow and crossbow in his hand and looked at Leng Qingyue, "Besides, there is a Leng family heir, what Yin Spirit dares to come out and make a mistake." ”

Hearing this, Leng Qingyue slightly picked the corner of his lower lip and nodded implicitly, "Don't worry, with a little Yin Spirit, Qingyue can still handle it." ”

Shi Lan looked at Leng Qingyue's back coldly, and quickly thought about the background that the original owner knew about Leng Qingyue.

Leng Qingyue comes from the Leng family, which has some relationship with Maoshan, and the Leng family is most famous for catching ghosts, but Leng Qingyue is not very old, and he doesn't know how much skill they have from their parents.

Huang Wanrou took a step forward when she heard this, put her delicate arm on Leng Qingyue, and looked around at everyone proudly, "My family Qingyue doesn't dare to say anything else, this is already the first person in the Leng family." ”

Shi Lan frowned slightly, wondering in her heart, can this Huang Wanrou be able to read minds and know what she thinks in her heart?

Old man Yan took the compass and walked around in front of the tomb gate for a while, and suddenly pressed the smooth stone wall near the stone gate.

There was a dull jolt from the stone wall, and the walls near the tomb door seemed to come alive, staggering and protruding, and gradually closing in the middle.

Everyone was startled, and hurriedly retreated, until they retreated to a place extremely far away from the active stone wall, Shi Lan remained silent, hidden in the crowd, and retreated together.

Old man Yan didn't seem to notice any movement, he was still standing in place, his face full of ravines was extremely serious, his back was already bent down, his big feet were moving rapidly, and his calloused hands kept pressing those moving stones.

In just a few seconds, Old Man Yan pressed at least nearly a hundred times, and the wall finally made a sound that seemed to be pulled by a machine spring, and the stones that were gradually squeezing towards the middle seemed to be very slow, but in fact they retracted very quickly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the stone wall was smooth again, and the tomb door made a muffled thud, and then it went up.

Everyone was a little surprised, Zhou Yan was even more exaggerated, her lips with bright red lipstick were wide open, if there were eggs in her hand at this time, Shi Lan really wanted to try it and see if she could stuff it all in.

The heavy wooden door stopped halfway up, and Old Man Yan took the lead in entering the tomb, Wang Haibo jumped over with an arrow step like a thief, and there was Zhou Yan who was also agile beside him.

Yao Jingping sneered disdainfully, and pulled Yao Jinpeng to follow, Huang Wanrou pushed Shi Lan down, motioning for her to follow, and he dragged Leng Qingyue's arm, like a prisoner, and followed Shi Lan closely.

Shi Lan moved forward passively, but muttered in her heart.

This Huang Wanrou's behavior is obviously unusual, there are so many people here, what she wants, those people must be willing to help, why must she find herself to get it?

Could it be that there is something strange about that thing, that others can't touch at all, or what will happen after taking it?

Shi Lan thought about Huang Wanrou's unkind appearance before coming down, and felt that this thing was very weird, and at the same time, she was also very sure that the death of the original owner must be related to that kind of thing.

Almost immediately, Shi Lan made up her mind that she would never help her get anything unless necessary, anyway, everyone had already reached dozens of meters underground, and Huang Wanrou's contact with the outside world had been cut off, and even if she wanted to contact her, there was no signal at all.

Besides, if she really wanted to harm the girl who the original owner regarded as her sister, then Shi Lan would not do anything, and directly let her stay in this tomb, anyway, she had done the murder before, although that time it was with a gun.

Shi Lan followed Yao Jinpeng into the tomb in a daze, and a faint light caught her attention.

Old man Yan gave up the searchlight for some reason, and actually lit a candle.

Shi Lan watched him respectfully hold the candle, muttering something silently, and then carefully placed the candle in the southeast corner of the tomb, and then straightened up his waist and carried the searchlight again to the tall and magnificent blue-black sarcophagus in the middle.

Wang Haibo looked at his actions disapprenously, although he didn't agree, he didn't say anything in the end.

Several men stepped forward, and together they pushed the tightly closed lid open a gap, Shi Lan was curious, and glanced sideways, and a black mist like ink suddenly evaporated out of the coffin.

Shi Lan let out a low cry of surprise and subconsciously took a step back.

Huang Wanrou glanced at her meaninglessly, "What?" What do you see? ”

Shi Lan's eyebrows jumped twice, and she thought for a moment before suppressing the rapid beating in her heart, "It's nothing, I'm a little surprised when I see this kind of coffin for the first time." ”

Huang Wanrou let out a faint 'oh', and her face was clearly written with disbelief.

Shi Lan twitched the corners of her mouth, turned her face away, and looked at the coffin that had been pushed open nearly halfway through.

The sarcophagus is very gorgeous and thick, in addition to the carefully carved flower totem outside, the inner wall alone is enough to be thirty or forty centimeters, and a circle of burial objects is placed close to the inner wall, and in the middle is a carved mahogany coffin of one person's length.

The color of the coffin is very gorgeous, bright red like fresh blood, the years do not seem to have left traces on it, the light slips by, and the lacquer color on the coffin can even refract a soft luster, bright and moist, and slowly flowing.

Shi Lan clenched her fingers, her legs hidden under her trousers stretched straight, and her bright eyes stared at the Redwood Pavilion while secretly thinking to herself.