The careful Pei bumped my arm and said, "Look here, they all seem to have been poisoned." "That's when I noticed that there were some signs of blackening on the neck of each dry corpse. It seems that Shang Yang guessed that each of them died of poison, and based on this phenomenon, I deduced that these people were the king's personal guards at that time.

When the king died, he gave them poison and buried them with the king. As the king's funeral companions, let them protect the king for life, so it seems that there must be the king's body on it, but the fire rune is on the king's body.

Thinking of this, I became more and more excited, and beckoned the others to hurry up and have a look.

A few of us hurried to the upper floor, and after the wooden staircase we entered the seventh floor of the tower-like tomb.

"Bah! Look at that! There were two coffins. Huzi shouted.

In the center of this floor of the chamber are two new wooden coffins coated with black fuel, but the entire burial chamber is empty. Looking at the two black wooden coffins in front of me, I always felt that something was wrong there, and when I approached the wooden coffin, I found that the whole wooden coffin was tied up by something similar to a tree vine.

I touched the black dye on the wooden coffin and was surprised to find that the so-called dye was actually black blood. When I sniffed it with my nose, I could smell that it was black dog blood.

"Why is this coffin still being tied?" Huzi asked curiously, and after looking at the two black wooden coffins, I saw the clues. The vines that wrapped around the coffin were made of willow strips, and the black dye on the coffin was the blood of an old who had lived to be at least fifty years old.

These two things are sharp weapons to ward off evil spirits, and the tomb was originally a place of yin and evil, which tied willow strips on the coffin, and touched the blood of dogs. There may be only two points in this practice, one is that there is a corpse change at the time of burial, and it is necessary to do this in order to suppress the yin in the coffin.

The second is the most harmful practice in Miao Jiang's technique, which uses some evil techniques to permanently lock the soul of the deceased so that it will never be reborn.

This is a king's tomb, and some corpses that were transformed at the time of burial and some corpses whose cause of death was unknown could not be entered, for fear of damaging the feng shui of the tomb. So it can be inferred that the second type of Miao Jiang technique is more likely.

"This coffin is tied up like this, there must be something strange, let's have more than one thing, let's go directly to the top floor to see." Pei looked at the black wooden coffin.

"Anyway, it's not bad for this time, open the coffin and take a look, what a big deal this person has to do to be buried in this way." Curiosity killed the cat.

My curiosity can never be disturbed by other factors, and perhaps the Fire Rune is in one of these two coffins.

Reporting that I would rather be wrong than a thousand and never let go of a mentality, I took out my saber and cut the willow strips on the wooden coffin. The saber is sharp, of course, but this wicker is quite strong after being soaked in dog blood before it is prepared. It took me a lot of effort to cut it, and it took a lot of effort to cut one.

Huzi and I were cutting wicker, Pei was in charge of observing the changes around us, and Li Zhen was holding a candle to light it for us. Eighth Library

Unconsciously, none of us noticed that the candle flame in Li Zhen's hand slowly turned into a green flame. The burial chamber gradually became dark, and Huzi and I were only concerned with cutting wicker, completely unaware of the surrounding situation.

Suddenly, the candle flickered and almost went out, thanks to Li Zhen's quick eyes and hands, he protected the candle with his hands. This was followed by a flurry of "Wow wow! Wow wow! The cry of the child echoed throughout the burial chamber, and the cry was long and broken, thick and thin, and it was easy to distinguish that it was the cry of two children.

I don't know if it's a problem with this cry, or a problem with the kindness of my heart, I can't help but feel a sour taste in my heart. The child's crying is getting louder and louder, crying is so heartbreaking, crying is so sad and sad.

"This ...... This...... How did these two little imps keep up again. "Huzi's breathing is obviously starting to be a little uneven.

Yang ...... Yang Xiuyuan, listen...... These two dolls are crying so sadly. In the emanation of instinct, Li Zhen, who was originally afraid of being weak all over, was more sympathetic than fearful at this time.

I held my breath and listened carefully to the cries that rang out around me. I was surprised to find that the source of the sound was these two wooden coffins, or I was a little scared. Squatting on the ground, I took a few steps back, "The little ghost is inside." I said, pointing to the wooden coffin.

Huzi rolled up his sleeves, trembling slightly in his hand and holding the saber "Dog...... Dog, I used to hide here, and I saw that your grandfather Huzi didn't cut your little kid's calf and cow, so that you scared me just now. ”

I pondered in my heart and figured out these truths, in ancient times, many tyrants liked to bury virgins in their tombs and accept blessings for themselves.

In addition to receiving blessings for himself, there is another reason, in order to protect his tomb from being harassed by tomb robbers. They used the souls of virgins and girls to permanently seal up in the tomb by using some Maoshan evil techniques to guard the grave for themselves. The reason for this is very simple, the ancients have always believed that the 'little ghost' is the most difficult of the hundred ghosts, and once they are entangled, don't want to be quiet.

Thinking of the two bare-bottomed children who harassed us just now, they were about five years old at most. Although they frequently harassed us, they did not hurt us much, and it seems that they are really two simple and ignorant children. Thinking of this, in the face of the cruelty of the ancient king, his teeth itched a little bit, "Fuck this tyrant, I'll have to pump his tendons later." ”

The power of hatred is great, and when there is hatred in my heart, the strength in my hands is much greater, and the cry of a child like a saber is great. The wickers tied to the rattan were cut one by one, and within a few minutes, all the wickers tied to the wooden coffin were cut, and all the wickers fell off with the rattan.

The original sad child's cry also stopped instantly, and at this time, I don't know why I was afraid, maybe I was numb to panic and fear, and I just wanted to look at the poor child in the coffin.

As several of us used it together, the coffin lid that was nailed to death by the big iron was pulled up. In the coffin lay the little boy who had harassed us just now, the little boy's face was quite dry, but he could still see the hideous expression when he died, and his whole body was seriously dehydrated and had become a dried corpse.

It is like a pile of firewood poles placed in a coffin. Seeing such a young child, it was the year of worry-free food and clothing, and the innocent childhood was stifled by a cruel king. Standing in front of the wooden coffin, I could only shake my head helplessly.

As the other wooden coffin opened, the little girl who had also harassed us just now appeared in front of us, still with a severely shrunken face and a hideous face, which was enough to show how painful they were when they died.

The body is as dry as a branch, and the heart is like a five-flavor bottle overturned, which is really not a taste. Although the wicker on the wooden coffin has been cut by us, the two small corpses are still lying in the wooden coffin with the blood of the black dog.