The coffin in the burial chamber is still intact, and the coffin is covered with the words "Ming to be sealed Confucian Qiumen", each word is about one foot square, the upper part of the word panel is golden, and the lower part of the four characters is white.

"The owner of the tomb is surnamed Qiu, and he is from the Ming Dynasty," Zhao Zimai had already jumped off the tomb pit after Sang, and after glancing at the huge ebony coffin, he rushed to Sangdao, "Great immortal, let's dig people's tombs like this?" ”

Sang sneered, his eyes floating on the heavy coffin lid, "He's not in there, what are you afraid of?" ”

"He's not in there?"

Zhao Zimai turned his gaze to the coffin lid, and sure enough, he saw that the lid was not nailed, but also seemed to have been pushed by someone, the coffin lid was placed diagonally on the coffin body, and if you looked closely, you could see a black slit.

"Is this an empty coffin?" Zhao Zimai followed up and asked.

Sang glared at him, "Empty coffin? The people inside stink, how could it be an empty coffin? ”

After being reminded by it, Zhao Zimai realized that since the tomb was opened, there had been a stench that had been permeating the place, not heavy, but it was indeed the smell of rotting corpses. But how is that possible? An ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty, even if someone in it has already dried up, how can it emit a stench.

A white light flashed in his mind, and he said in a dignified voice to the few hesitant villagers standing in front of the coffin, "Open the coffin." ”

The coffin lid was slowly pushed open under the combined efforts of several people, but a few people only glanced inside, and then they screamed in fright, and ran out of the tomb one by one in a panic.

"My lord, there are dead people, there are dead people in this coffin."

It's normal to have a dead person in a coffin, but if you can scare people like this, then there must be another reason. Sang guessed this reason, and Zhao Zimai also guessed it. So the two men went into the burial chamber together, and looked down into the coffin: there were two people lying inside, a man and a woman, and the man had six or seven wounds on his body, which also looked like they had been pierced by bamboo shoots. The skin of the wound is open, and it is very scary. The woman's body was intact, except for a dark purple bruise on her neck under the collar, apparently strangled to death.

Both of them were newly deceased, their bodies were just beginning to decompose, but the corpse spots had already floated up, and their bodies emitted a faint stench.

"It's strange, it's strange, the owner of the tomb has disappeared, but there are two new corpses lying in the coffin, this is the first time I've seen this kind of thing." Mu Cripple also climbed down the grave, glanced at the coffin from a distance, and then shrank back, but his mouth kept babbling, "I don't know who killed this person?" Why did they put them in an ancient tomb, and let them go, and get the owner of the tomb out, so that they would not let their family die in peace. ”

As soon as he said this, he was slammed by a piece of dirt thrown by Sang, and he glanced at Mu Cripple, and said in a deep voice, "Muttering a lot of nonsense, and I'm not afraid of flashing my tongue." ”

Mu lame dusted off the soil on his body, and dared to say, "Then according to you, what is going on?" ”

Sang Leng snorted, "These two people were killed by the owner of the tomb, he killed people, and then crawled out of the tomb and left these two people in his coffin." Not only that, but the woman in the forest was also harmed by him. ”

Hearing this, Mu Cripple's face showed a look of sudden realization, he leaned towards Sang and said in a low voice, "Have you figured it out?" ”

Sang Chao rolled his eyes, and the two red eyeballs burned and shone, like two fireflies, "The smell in the forest is the same as the smell in this tomb, something that has been dead for hundreds of years, and he is not willing to leave, and he doesn't know what is worthy of his nostalgia in this muddy and filthy world." ”

"Innocent, although this world is dirty, it has its own wonders, and this wonders are something that can't be experienced by being a god." After finishing speaking, Mu Cripple knew that he was speechless, so he quickly covered his mouth and glanced at Sang, for fear that it would be angry.

But Sang was uncharacteristically lifeless, it squinted at Mu Cripple, and said with a quack, "Tell me, what's so wonderful about the world?" ”

Mu Cripple saw that it was not annoyed, and suddenly came to his senses, he blew his beard upward, shook his head and said, "The world is lively, love and hatred, birth, old age, sickness and death, drunkenness, and human desires, even if everything is vain in the end, even if all living beings are suffering, each has its own difficulties, maybe stay here, who wants to go to the paradise where there is no fireworks and only fairy spirits?" Not to mention the ghostly underworld. Great immortal, don't you say? ”

Sang didn't answer, it seemed to freeze, its eyelids didn't blink, but a pair of red eyes were still staring at Mu Cripple, staring at him with a layer of cold sweat behind his back.

"Hey, why is there a hole in the burial chamber? It looks like a small window. Zhao Zimai's voice interrupted Sang's meditation, and he had been looking around the tomb just now, and he was not involved in the conversation between the two. Now, he was crouching on the wall to the left of the coffin, his brow furrowed, his fingers gently picking at the wall, and pulling out some clods of earth of various sizes.

Sang and Mu crippled around, and Zhao Zimai turned sideways, pointed to the wall and said to them, "At first, I thought there was a hole in the wall, but after digging out the broken soil inside, I found that it was a small window. ”

There was indeed a palm-sized "window" on the wall on the north side of the burial chamber, square, supported on all sides by wooden strips to prevent the clods from collapsing and sealing it.

"If there is a window, there is a room, will there be a tomb on the other side of this window?" Mu Cripple was also interested, put his eyes on the "small window", and squinted his eyes to look at the opposite side. But as soon as he pasted it, his body was pushed away, and Sang took the lead in leaning over, putting one eye to the window, and staring intently.

"What do you see?" Zhao Zimai saw Sang staring at the window motionless for a long time, and couldn't help but urge behind him.

"Coffin," after a long time, Sang's voice finally came, and it fell lightly in his ears, like the rain that had just fallen overhead, "There is also a coffin in there, this is a joint tomb of husband and wife." ”

***

There are two burial chambers under the clearing in the middle of the bamboo forest, and when the villagers dig up the rammed earth above the second burial chamber, everyone can see that the two burial chambers are connected. The structure, materials, and even the patterns carved on the second chamber are exactly the same as those of the first tomb, and there is no difference.

There was a small window in the wall where the two burial chambers were connected, angular and not much larger than the palm of a hand, but it allowed the two enclosed spaces to merge.

"This ...... This is crossing the fairy bridge. ”

After a while, a villager suddenly put down the shovel in his hand, looked at the small window stupidly, and said such a sentence.