Lao Zhuang fell so suddenly that everyone was unprepared.

"Quick, pull him out, don't look inside the coffin." Qin Xueli didn't know what was going on, so he could only prevent it by guò.

Gu Ruohua and Miao Qianye ran over to help, and worked together to carry Lao Zhuang out of the coffin, what was creepy was that although Lao Zhuang was unconscious, he had a smile on his face, and it could be seen that at this time, he was smiling very intoxicatingly and seemed to be very happy.

That's the weirdest thing!

"Breathing, heartbeat, pulse are normal." Hu Li checked it and breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the person is not dead, there is always a way to save it.

"Is it the same as before, in the illusion?" Gu Ruohua asked.

"Looks like it, I'll try." Qin Xueli immediately cast the mantra of the mantra, if he fell into the illusion, with this mantra, he would definitely be invincible.

But not this time!

Lao Zhuang was still unconscious, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he was smiling happily, as if he was dreaming.

"It's not an illusion, is it a yin evil?" Qin Xueli thought in his heart, so he performed the Qi Prospect Technique, but there was no yin evil in Lao Zhuang's body.

"It seems that we can only look at the root cause." Qin Xueli stood up and looked at the coffin, only by knowing what was in the coffin could he prescribe the right medicine.

"I'll do it anyway. If you get hit, no one will be able to save you. Hu Li said.

"Lao Zhuang can't bear it, can you bear it? Lao Zhuang has fallen, and if you fall again, won't it be more troublesome? ”

"Okay, be careful." Hu Li also knows that in terms of cultivation, he is not as good as Lao Zhuang, and Lao Zhuang is also a feng shui expert, a master of tomb robbing, and in the face of all kinds of strange things in the ancient tomb, he has more experience than himself, I don't know how many times.

"Up!" Qin Xueli performed the secret technique of feng shui, mobilized the green dragon array, blessed the vitality of the formation on himself, and mobilized the vitality of the whole body, and performed the technique of heaven and man induction, so that he dared to approach the coffin and look into the coffin.

"Ha ......" sleepiness surged up, Qin Xueli couldn't help but snort, stretched out his hands and stretched his waist, looking sleepy and sleepy.

"Master!" Qin Xueli fixed his eyes and saw that the person lying in the coffin turned out to be Qin Huaishan, the master of his previous life. But Qin Xueli's reaction was extremely fast, he was clever, and when he looked closely, it was clearly a woman lying in the coffin, with a mask on her face.

The mask is very peculiar, I don't know what metal it is made of, it resembles a butterfly, and it has colorful streamers that flicker, exuding a mysterious aura. There are holes in the eyes of the mask, and below them are the eyes of the woman, which are wide open, without the stiffness of a dead man, on the contrary, they are very agile, and it can be seen from the eyes that there is a beautiful face under the mask.

"Lao Zhuang is asleep, I'm afraid I'm dreaming." Qin Xueli retreated and sighed.

"Asleep?" The eyes widened.

"That's right, just asleep."

"Alright, I'll wake him up." The fox said.

"It's useless, it's not going to wake up. Lao Zhuang would stay asleep until he starved to death. Qin Xueli smiled bitterly, giving Lao Zhuang an infusion, but he could save his life.

"How so?" The crowd was puzzled.

"Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly technique, Lao Zhuang has fallen into a deep sleep, even if he is thrown into the river, he will not wake up. Moreover, now he is dreaming, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and even if he knows, he may not be willing to wake up. ”

Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is a philosophical proposition put forward by Zhuangzi, the main representative of the Daojia School during the Warring States Period. In it, Zhuangzi uses romantic imagination and beautiful writing to describe and explore the time when a butterfly transforms into a butterfly in a dream and when a butterfly reverts to itself after waking up from a dream, and puts forward the view that it is impossible for people to accurately distinguish between reality and illusion, as well as the materialization of life and death.

"Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly Technique, is it Feng Shui?" Hu asked the fox.

"Yes and no. Have you ever heard of psychic? Qin Xueli was silent for a while and asked rhetorically.

"Psychic?" Gu Ruohua thought of the god stick who claimed to be able to communicate with ghosts and gods.

"I've seen similar records in my family's literature, and this kind of person has abilities that ordinary people don't have." Miao Qianye remembered the sporadic records in the literature.

"Psychic has another name, superpower. It means that these people are either congenital or acquired with superpowers, such as some people are powerful and can lift thousands of pounds of heavy objects; Some people are so fast that they can catch up with hovercars; Some people have excellent eyesight and can see mosquitoes from several kilometers away, even through the ...... But this kind of person is rare, and it is difficult for one in tens of millions of people, and they often know how to protect themselves and will not be exposed. The fox said.

"That's right! Those who are powerful are called power psychics, and those who are fast are called speed psychics. One type of psychic is called a dementor psychic with very unique eyes, which can take a person into a dream with a single glance and never wake up. ”

"You mean, in the coffin are the dementor-type psychic?" Hu Lifu exclaimed.

"That's right."

"But she's dead."

"This is the terrible thing about Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly technique. Let the dementor psychic wear a special mask, and use the feng shui array to transfer the ability of the dementor psychic to the mask, and from then on the mask has the Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly Technique. Qin Xueli sighed helplessly, he had noticed that the earth qi was pouring into the coffin, thinking that it was used to raise corpses, but he didn't expect it to be this effect.

"Too vicious, isn't it?" Hu Li frowned, it is conceivable that the dementor-type psychic must have been killed and used for burial.

"Wrong, psychics are voluntary. If it wasn't voluntary, no matter how high the evil master's ability was, she wouldn't be able to help her, and she would even be killed by her. Qin Xueli sighed, what kind of secret is it, it needs a psychic to pay for it.

"Don't care about these things for now, is Lao Zhuang still saved?" The fox asked.

"Try it, I can't guarantee it."

Qin Xueli walked to the coffin again, stretched out his hand to take off the mask of the female corpse, and it was indeed a beautiful face, not inferior to Hu Li and Gu Ruohua, and even more beautiful, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, revealing his little tiger teeth, which looked even more beautiful. It can be seen from this that Qin Xueli guessed correctly, she was voluntary.

"Rest in peace, I'll find out the secret. I think that's what you'd like to see. Qin Xueli stretched out his hand and asked the lady to close her eyes. With her eyes open for thousands of years, she must have wished she had closed them.

"Good thing, good strong magnetic field fluctuations." Miao Qianye looked at the butterfly mask and cried out in surprise.

"High-grade magic weapon, but unfortunately it only has one function." Qin Xueli sighed, put on the butterfly mask, walked to the front of Lao Zhuang, urged the butterfly mask with vitality, shouted Lao Zhuang's name loudly, and shouted for a while before waking Lao Zhuang up.

After Lao Zhuang woke up, he glanced at Qin Xueli, his expression was a little pity, and he seemed unwilling to wake up from his dream.

"Dreams, no matter how real they are, they are still dreams, Xiaoya is still waiting for you to go back." Qin Xueli knew what Lao Zhuang dreamed of, it must be his dead wife and children.

"For the first time in so many years, dreams are so real. Forget it, don't think about it, what the hell happened just now? ”

Qin Xueli told the story again, and Lao Zhuang sighed: "Zhuang Zhoumeng Butterfly Technique, I have heard of it, but I didn't expect to meet it here." It's strange that a dementor-type psychic, a powerful and incomparable being, would be willing to sacrifice himself. ”

"Leave that alone, let's see if there's a mechanism in the coffin."

"Don't worry, as long as there is a mechanism, you will definitely be able to find it." Lao Zhuang stood up, walked to the coffin, looked at it, and was amazed by the lady's appearance.

Carefully inspect the coffin, and after a while, Lao Zhuang found the mechanism, pressed it gently, and the coffin automatically moved away, and a downward stone step tomb appeared: "The evil master's heart and eyes are too much, and he actually used the fake tomb road as a disguise, and the real tomb road turned out to be here." ”

PS: There is something at home today, only one watch. Tomorrow the third watch will be made up.