I only vaguely remember that when I approached the wooden coffin just now, I saw a rat head with a head the size of a human head in the wooden coffin. His eyes glared at me fiercely with a slight green light, and before I could see what its body was like, I was kicked to the ground by Lei Ye. In the vague impression, it seems that the giant rat in the coffin is still wearing human clothes,

"Come and help." Uncle Zhao shouted at us.

Uncle Zhao and I lifted the lid of the coffin on the ground and tried to cover the monster. Uncle Zhao repeatedly told me not to look into the coffin, no matter how curious I was, or I would definitely lose my life. According to what he said, I carried the lid of the coffin to the wooden coffin, deliberately tilted my head to Li Wen's side, but squinted at a similar angle with my peripheral vision, and quickly let go and ran away from the coffin.

Li Wen and Huzi got up and stood far away from the coffin, and I only then found that Uncle Ghost was still crawling on the ground motionless, and my first reaction was that something must have happened. Hurriedly walked up to him, "Uncle Ghost? Uncle Ghost, wake up? I shook the ghost uncle on the ground and said in horror.

Uncle Ghost was still motionless, and I wanted to pull him up, but when my hand was next to his arm. I only felt that his body temperature was a little low and scary, so scared that I quickly threw away his hand.

Uncle Zhao squatted in front of Uncle Ghost, shaking and screaming, but Uncle Ghost still crawled on the ground motionless. Uncle Zhao put his finger under Uncle Ghost's nose and measured his breathing, his face suddenly turned white and a little scary. Then he whispered to us in a deep voice, "Old ghost, 'overturned'." ”

In this way, I am even more taboo about the contents of the coffin. Even Uncle Ghost has lost his life, not to mention my half-man. I suspect that Uncle Ghost's death has something to do with Uncle Zhao's kick.

After all, at such an age, it's normal that he can't stand Uncle Zhao's kick. But what is the mouse in the wooden coffin, why is Uncle Zhao so nervous. I wanted to ask Uncle Zhao why, but I felt that this was not the time to discuss this matter, so I was embarrassed to speak.

"The body is already as cold as ice, it seems that all the three souls and seven spirits have been hooked away, this thing seems to be not small." Uncle Zhao touched the forehead of Uncle Ghost who was lying on the ground, and said to himself.

Looking at the cold corpse of the ghost uncle on the ground, several of us were suddenly afraid, this was still a big living person just now, and this blink of an eye said no. Uncle Ghost's death was a heavy blow to each of us in the chest, and the anger of the tomb also panicked.

"Don't panic first, as long as we don't get close to the coffin and don't look at the eyes of the 'yellow-skinned fairy' in the coffin, we guess it'll be fine." Uncle Zhao reminded us at this time.

After listening to Uncle Zhao's words, I suddenly realized. No wonder I saw the faint green mouse eyes in the coffin just now, and the whole person felt uncomfortable, it turned out that there was a yellow-skinned fairy in the coffin.

Huangpizi Fairy is a local name, to put it bluntly, it is a weasel who has been sucking yin qi for a long time and has become a fine weasel. Weasels, foxes and other shady animals like to make nests in some shady places. Therefore, the tomb ** has become their first choice, but some tombs** have quite a lot of yin qi, and the weasel has become a rat spirit when they have been inhaling yin qi for a long time.

Such spirits often transform into human appearances to confuse the living, once someone is confused, the yellow-skinned fairy will definitely suck the three souls and seven spirits of the living, as the nutrients for their own cultivation.

However, what puzzled me was how there could be a yellow-skinned fairy in the sealed coffin. In this case, there is only one possibility, maybe the tomb owner deliberately placed it here, and deliberately did it in order to guard the tomb and protect the tomb.

None of us spoke, each of us looking thoughtful. No one noticed that a yellow figure had quietly crawled out of the wooden coffin.

In the coffin in the ancient tomb, there is actually a yellow-skinned fairy, such a rare thing, except for a few of us present, it is estimated that no one will believe it. In my opinion, such a thing happened in a closed tomb, and it is not enough that in order to prevent their tombs from being stolen, the ancient people deliberately raised cups and yin in order to prevent their tombs from being stolen.

If you associate the yellow-skinned fairy in this coffin with the tomb owner in order to prevent tomb thieves, it is easier to accept. After the tomb robbers enter the tomb, they will definitely 'raise the coffin and make a fortune', but if you put such a feminine object in the wooden coffin, the founder of the museum will definitely die.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look into the uncovered coffin, wondering in my heart whether the yellow-skinned fairy in this wooden coffin was dead or alive.

"Let's go, let's go to that door first, it's best not to linger here." Uncle Zhao said nervously at us.

Looking at Uncle Zhao on the ground, I felt that it would definitely not be a matter to bypass the wooden coffin like this, "Uncle Zhao, what if the yellow-skinned fairy in the wooden coffin is alive, how can it be good, we can hide for a while, but we can't hide for a lifetime." ”

Uncle Zhao may think that what I said also has some truth, even if we enter the black door, what can we do, if the yellow-skinned fairy in the wooden coffin is alive, wouldn't we be heading for a dead end. Uncle Zhao thought about it and whispered to Huzi, "Huzi, you have a gun in your hand, or you go and fill the coffin with a few shots." ”

When Huzi heard this, he wanted to let him get close to the wooden coffin, and he also wanted to shoot the yellow skin fairy of the wooden coffin. The whole person stepped back and kept shaking his head, "Why is it always me, buddy was born to be the embryo of the death squad?" Why do high-risk jobs always be me? ”

"How about you go and give you a first-class credit, go back and divide the oil and water, and Uncle Ghost's share will be given to you?" Uncle Zhao flickered at Huzi and said.

As soon as Huzi heard that he could give more money, he took out his gun and held it tightly in his hand, and said with a murderous expression: "Hmph, isn't it just to kill a weasel, Lao Tzu is afraid of a ball, Uncle Zhao!" If you remember what you just said, you must give me that share. ”

Uncle Zhao nodded sincerely, and even Li Wen gave Huzi a positive look, "Don't worry, I can't lose you, Huzi!" Remember not to look into the coffin, just put a few shots in the prepared coffin, and remember not to look inside the coffin. ”

Huzi nodded, turned to look at me, and slowly approached the coffin with his pistol in hand. Looking at the back of the tiger, I silently said in my heart, "Brother, you must be careful, the Bodhisattva will bless you." ”

Huzi reached the wooden coffin and lifted the wooden coffin, then turned his back to the wooden coffin, and pulled the trigger with the muzzle of the gun aimed at the coffin. The deafening sound of gunfire echoed throughout the burial chamber, and it was only after a burst of bullets that it stopped. Huzi may have been stunned by the gunshot, and actually completely forgot what Uncle Zhao said, and habitually looked back to see if the yellow skin fairy in the coffin had been killed.

"Don't! Back! I shouted, but I was in no hurry, and Huzi had already looked back into the wooden coffin.

The tiger in front of the wooden coffin didn't seem to hear me at all, and stood in the wooden coffin in a daze, his face extremely ugly. My first reaction was that something must have happened to Huzi, and Uncle Ghost's death was because of a little more glance at the Yellow Skin Immortal, thinking of this, I rushed towards Huzi like crazy.

Just as he was about to kick at Huzi, Huzi, who was originally speechless, suddenly said, "No, it's gone." ”

"What's missing, what are you talking about, turn around quickly, don't look at the wooden coffin, don't you want to live?" I turned my back to the tiger and shouted to him without even looking back.

"Yellow. . . Weasel, no. It's gone. Huzi Zhan Zhan said in a low voice.

I was shocked, and immediately turned to look into the wooden coffin, and when I saw the empty wooden coffin, I couldn't help but gasp.

The yellow-skinned fairy in the original wooden coffin was nowhere to be found, and a few of us never left this tomb at all, but the coffin lid was covered by me just now, how did it get out? All of this made my heart feel like a mess of anxiety.