The seven nails are arranged in seven stars, leading the stars to illuminate the coffin, and it is not clear that the corpse in the coffin will be transformed! It is not difficult to explain why most of the corpses are the tombs of high-ranking officials and nobles, rather than ordinary people, because when the coffin is buried, it is the people who understand the seven-star nail!

The effect of aqua regia was very good, the four nails were almost corroded, and the originally tight coffin was loosened. Without continuing to care about the remaining three, two silver chopsticks were inserted into the gap where the coffin lid was loosened, and a large slit was pried towards it, lifting the coffin lid with one hand and grabbing the edge of the coffin with the other, trying to force the coffin lid to lift it hard.

But the round iron platform hanging in the air under my feet was gone, because I used too much force on it, and I began to shake left and right again, and even faintly heard the loose sound of the iron chain 'creak ~ creak ~', so frightened that I quickly stopped the movement in my hand. According to the original plan, An An spent some more time to solve the remaining three iron nails.

Taking a deep breath, my legs were slightly bent, my hands pressed the edge of the coffin lid and pushed forward, just when the sound of the coffin lid and the coffin rubbing along the edge appeared in my ears, the whole person was inexplicably a little excited, such a long time of hard work was not in vain.

The lid of the coffin left the coffin little by little, and the situation inside appeared in my eyes little by little, my spirit was very tight, my face was a little farther away from the coffin, and I held my breath by the way. You must know that when people are preparing for the aftermath, they often take into account the issue of anti-theft, and in order to prevent their graves from being patronized by thieves, they will all make a fuss about the coffin. It's very likely that there is some kind of hidden weapon in this coffin that kills people, as long as I inadvertently inhale a little poisonous smoke and poisonous gas or something, or it is not fun to be scratched and disabled by a hidden weapon.

Surprisingly. Nothing happened, and the lid was pushed open a little halfway. It was placed on top of the coffin, so that it would not fall completely to the ground. Inside the coffin was not a fresh female corpse. or the ugly thousand-year-old corpse, which is not as full as imagined, and is full of gold, silver and jewelry. There was only a withered flower in the coffin, a flower that withered in the most beautiful blooming years. Without the companionship and care of branches and leaves, only a withered flower, lying quietly in this black, cold, lonely and desperate coffin, but it exudes a different kind of breathtaking charm of death.

I stared at the flower, which was no longer shining red, but the lament of a beautiful girl sounded in my ears, and it was lifeless. Can only lie quietly here. Everything in front of me began to blur, and there was no more deep stone caves, no more exquisite and gorgeous flower coffins on the other side, no chains hanging from the coffins, and naturally no more Sanzang who was standing on the stone platform over there and had been paying attention to my situation. Yes, just a girl dressed in red, sitting alone on the ground in the night, crying silently with her back to me, her slightly shaky shoulders revealing her sadness.

My whole mind was filled with sorrow at once. Inexplicably sad for no reason, and uncontrollable by me, I just wanted to go up and sit down and cry with her for a while! At first, it didn't feel like anything was wrong. He took a step towards the girl, one, two, three. But soon, this anomaly loomed into my attention. I'm not such an emotional person, especially when such a strong emotion is brewing and fermenting in my chest and needs to be vented urgently. My subconscious vigilance was clamoring for something to break through. It's a pity that subconscious vigilance is one thing. It was another thing to try to control my body further and stop moving forward, and I don't think I could do it at the moment, so I could only get closer and closer to the girl.

"Brother Shuzi! Stop, what are you doing, are you crazy? Ghostcraft! ”

I heard my name being shouted from behind my back, and the tone was so anxious that I could not even feel a hint of anger in it. Who's this? The voice seems to have been heard somewhere, it is very familiar, why did he ask me to stop? I'm sad, I want to go up and be sad with this girl in front of me. There was still a fight in the sea of consciousness, but the body had instinctively chosen to believe the voice and stopped in its steps. But I didn't look back, Mr. Yin Yang's professional instinct was higher than my consciousness and told me not to turn back easily at night, so as not to provoke something unnecessary.

The struggle in my mind was even more intense, I seemed to have forgotten something, why I was here, and who was the voice that suddenly appeared? Who exactly? A name broke into my mind without warning, who is Sanzang? Tripitaka! It was as if something had been punctured in front of my eyes, and something had exploded with a "buzz" in my head. His brows furrowed, his eyes closed, he couldn't help but reach out and rub his temples, only then did he wake up, he opened his eyes suddenly, the sweat from his forehead ran down his cheeks and into his neck, and the clothes on his back were almost wet with sweat.

Where is there any woman in red who weeps alone, in front of me is still that stone cave, or that weird hanging coffin, uh, hanging coffin? The head subconsciously looked around, and turned his head to find that he was behind him. Before you could take a breath, you suddenly realized that you were behind you? The hanging coffin has been in front of me all the time, and I remember how many steps I seemed to have taken when I was confused before, how many steps? When I looked down, I saw that a lot of sweat that had just been dispersed suddenly came out again. My left foot is still standing on the circular platform, and my right foot is already more than half in the air, because of my weight, the platform now has a tendency to tilt. If he hadn't stopped just now, he just took another step, looked at the dark cliff bottom, swallowed his saliva silently, quickly retracted his feet and retreated to the center of the round platform, raised his hand to wipe a handful of sweat, and when he put down his hand, he grabbed the edge of the coffin. I glanced back at the location where Sanzang was, and just now thanks to his shout, he woke me up in time!

His hand grasped the edge of the coffin, but he didn't dare to look at the other side again. If I'm not mistaken, Sanzang and I chose Ye Lu, and the end point is actually a flower on the other side! It's also my fault, knowing that the power of the flower on the other side will never be groundless, but I didn't suppress my curiosity, and looked away from it at the first moment I recognized it, instead widening my eyes and trying to see it clearly. Even in the face of the long-dead flower on the other side, you must not let yourself relax in the slightest!

(To be continued.) )