Liu Ziang gritted his teeth.

"Turning people into such ghosts, imprisoning them for more than 2,000 years, just to turn them into ghosts, to defend this place?"

Suddenly, Liu Ziang pulled out the knife from its sheath and stabbed the knife into the coffin with a thunderous force, piercing the brain in the coffin.

"You?" Xu Ling was shocked.

But before he could say the first word, he was stopped by Liu Ziang.

"Fatty, give these people a good time!"

When the fat man heard this, he nodded without thinking about it.

Crawl to the outside, jump down, open the coffin, and break the brains in the coffin one by one.

Liu Ziang suddenly glared at Xu Ling, who seemed to want to stop him.

"These people, trapped in cages, are victimized by secret arts."

"Die! It's their best way out! ”

"Could it be that you still want to get them back so that they can be raised?"

The corners of Xu Ling's eyebrows trembled.

She had seen Liu Ziang pretending to be cold.

I have also seen Liu Ziang's gaffe.

I have seen Liu Ziang call out his true self even more.

And now this anger, she has seen it for the first time.

This anger is not against her.

Nor to the brain in the coffin.

It is the anger of the fate he has faced for more than 2,000 years.

At this moment, she felt that Liu Ziang had also become a monster.

After all, only monsters can devour and kill monsters.

Liu Ziang gave the task of solving the brain in the coffin to the fat man.

He just stared at the painting intensely.

To be sure, the consciousness of the undead is already in the painting.

Its body should be somewhere underground, too.

But it must be very deep.

I'm afraid that even if I pears all the underground worlds, I won't be able to find the body of the undead evil thing.

There is only one best and most direct way - to enter the painting and punish the gods!

It's a pity that Liu Ziang doesn't know about such mysteries.

"Lao Liu!"

Before he knew it, the fat man had solved all the brains in the coffin of the second coffin hanging in the air.

The third coffin, which looks like it is attached to the ceiling from the ground.

But in reality, the coffin lid is still some distance from the ceiling of the room.

With the body of a fat man, it is just enough to accommodate it when he is half-lying on his stomach.

At this moment, he was pushing open the lid of the first coffin on the third floor.

just pushed a corner away, and exclaimed to Liu Ziang: "Old Liu, there is a living person in this." ”

"Living?"

Liu Ziang could naturally hear that the living person that the fat man was talking about at the moment definitely did not refer to the brain in the coffin.

Liu Ziang and Xu Ling glanced at each other.

Then he looked at Ling'er again.

She was still staring at the shrine above the clouds in the painting.

To be honest, after watching it for so long, it's already a little abnormal.

But I really don't have the heart to care about the bell anymore, after all, I don't always look at the painting, and people become problematic again, right?

After seeing that Ling'er is fine, there will be no accident.

Liu Ziang and Xu Ling dreamed together about the edge of the coffin that was removed by the fat man.

The third coffin is still empty.

But Xu Ling, Liu Ziang and the fat man were hanging on it, and the coffin was still steady.

Climbing up and looking down, Liu Ziang and Xu Ling were taken aback again.

The person in the coffin is really a living person.

The complexion is vivid and the limbs are normal.

Compared to the 'zombies' in the coffin in the village below the mountain, it is a little more lively.

You can even see their chests heaving slightly.

They have breath and a heartbeat.

In addition to this, the man was dressed in a sumptuous black ancient robe.

Although I can't see the material at a glance.

But the lines and decorations on the robe are extremely fine.

Under the waist and abdomen, there are also exquisite jade ornaments.

This person's identity is definitely not simple.

It's just a strange place.

It was this person's forehead that actually had a yellow charm pasted on it.

It was also this yellow talisman that made Xu Ling take a look, and then hurriedly asked Liu Ziang: "This can't be a real 'zombie', right?" ”

Liu Ziang had already carefully observed the talisman on this person's forehead.

Listening to Xu Ling's question, he shook his head, "No, look at the lines on this talisman, it's not for corpse suppression." It seems to be a deterrent. ”

After speaking, his face was slightly helpless.

"Specifically, it cannot be seen that the art of Fu Lu only began to develop and spread in the Han Dynasty. The technique of this talisman is very primitive, and it should also be painted by the sorcerers before the pre-Qin period, which is different from the Taoist Fu Lu in later generations. ”

As he spoke, Liu Ziang stretched out the talisman on the man's forehead.

The hand had just pinched the talisman when Xu Ling's voice came out again, "Fu Lu's technique, is it useful?" ”

"Hmm!"

Liu Ziang nodded, "The technique of Fu Lu is similar to the principle of gossip energy storage, which uses special symbols to resonate with the free energy between heaven and earth, and gathers on Fu Lu. ”

"I want to rip this talisman off!" After explaining, Liu Ziang looked up at Xu Ling and the fat man again.

The fat man nodded.

Xu Ling looked strange, "You actually ask other people's opinions?" Haven't you kept a straight face and pretended to be cold? ”

Liu Ziang's expression immediately froze, and he said in a deep voice: "This person, judging from his clothes, should be a person from the pre-Qin period. ”

"He can live, and he still maintains this sleeping state, maybe it has something to do with this Fu Lu."

"Most likely, as soon as I tear this talisman off, this person will die."

", or no?"

It was still an inquiry, but Liu Ziang's tone was cold.

"!"

The fat man still nodded.

Xu Ling frowned and thought about it, and said in a low voice: "If this person lives on Fu Lu, it is no different from the brain in the coffin, and it just happens to give him a good time." ”

Although he said these cold words, Xu Ling's eyes still looked a little uncomfortable.

It can be seen that Xu Ling has not really made up his mind.

But Liu Ziang didn't care so much.

Pinching Fu Lu and pulling it gently, Fu Lu was torn off the forehead of the person in the coffin!

That is, the moment Fu Lu left the forehead of the man in the coffin, he woke up.

His eyes swelled, both panic and doubt.

After a few seconds, the eyeballs in his sockets spun rapidly, and his expression became more and more turbulent.

"It's out, it's finally out. Haha, I finally escaped from this scam, I finally escaped from the hands of God. Ha ha! ”

He has a light consciousness and can still speak!

Liu Ziang, Fat Man and Xu Ling chuckled at the same time.

This person is really alive.

And he is still a person from the pre-Qin period!

Judging by his clothes, he must be a powerful person.

He must have known a lot about the pre-Qin era.

I can't say, he is a living, pre-Qin history book of ancient culture!

Xu Ling, how can you not be happy.

And Liu Ziang, knowing it, felt that he would definitely know the ultimate secret here - how to enter the Taoyuan Immortal Village in the painting.

Just as the three of them chuckled, the man in the coffin also laughed wildly and sat up from the coffin wantonly.

But the moment he sat up from the coffin, Liu Ziang, who was fat, and Xu Ling's faces changed.

Fu is not the key to keeping him alive.

It's still a coffin.

But he's a living man, not a 'zombie'.

He had just sat up from his coffin. I saw that the part of him that had been detached from the coffin was aging rapidly.

The skin atrophies, darkens in color, and loses moisture quickly.

In the blink of an eye, this man who was originally just middle-aged looked like a ninety-year-old man.

"Quick, press him in!"

Liu Ziang drank loudly and stretched out his hand to press towards the aging man.

The fat man and Xu Ling also reached out quickly.

It's just that their hands haven't touched the person in the coffin at all, and the sound of the throat of the person in the coffin stopped abruptly.

Immediately, he lay back in the coffin weakly.

His breath has been lost, and his life has been lost.

But the strange thing is that only the part above the neck of the person in this coffin has aged.

The part that did not leave the coffin was still as fresh as an ordinary person.