"Ah Yuan, you are my woman, Fusu has been an ancient man for two thousand years." Yang Zishen looked carefully along the perimeter of the coffin, rubbing his fingers against the raised lines.

Lin Yuan shrugged speechlessly, and Yang Zishen's popular science fan circle culture is a mountain digging project, forget it, she pondered for a moment and said: "This coffin must be specially customized for Fusu." There is Fusu in the mountains, there is Hehua in the Xi, and there is no Zidu, but madness. I like this love poem of Zheng Guo very much, and the person who put Fusu's body here admires and respects him. ”

"Perhaps, these patterns seem to be independent, but they are interconnected and strange." He circled around the jade coffin, his face was extremely bad, as if he had just been seriously ill.

"Zishen, is there something uncomfortable, your face is very bad." Lin Yuan pressed on the coffin, leaned over to test his forehead, his hands were wet and sticky, and his forehead was full of sweat.

Yang Zishen took a step back with his head in his hands, and sat backwards on the ground without warning, Lin Yuan didn't hold him, jumped over the coffin and knelt in front of him. His hands were no longer warm, his cheeks were bloodless, his lips were blue, and his eyes were glazed. She had never seen Yang Zishen like this, this was definitely not a reaction to the overuse of the ability, she asked with an anxious face: "Zishen, what's wrong with you, was it bitten by some bug, or is it poisonous on the coffin?" ”

Yang Zishen's gaze was full of overlapping shadows, his brain shook from side to side, he felt a physiological nausea, and the endless cold froze him. He wanted to answer Lin Yuan's words, but he couldn't say a word, and he didn't even have the strength to move his lips.

"What, what do you want to say?" Lin Yuan put his ear close to his mouth, and couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

"Zi Shen, Zi Shen..... Yang Zishen! Don't sleep! Lin Yuan held him in his arms and rubbed him hard to generate heat, Yang Zishen's body temperature became lower and lower, and his eyes were completely closed.

"What to do, what to do, what to do! If this continues, he will die, his body temperature is too low, and even if the infected person continues to stop functioning, the brain and heart will not be able to supply blood, and he will soon die. She took off her clothes and covered him, took some thick pieces from her necklace, and wrapped him tightly.

She also touched the coffin, and she also smelled the incense in the lotus lamp, why did Yang Zishen do this. She remembered Yang Zishen's actions just now, and what clues were on the coffin. She turned around and looked carefully, each of these trees and lotus flowers was different, and she couldn't find exactly the same at all, and the arrangement was disorderly, really like a decorative pattern.

"Hanyu has preserved Fusu's thousand-year-old corpse from decay, there must be something unique, think about it, Lin Yuan..... Hanyu... Altar... Yes, it's an altar! Lin Yuan woke up suddenly, and looked back, the long staircase spread downward, and she had a sense of loneliness that was unbearable in the heights.

She rolled up the sleeve of her left hand, took out a dagger from her necklace, swallowed hard, and slashed her little arm at the coffin, dripping drop by drop of blood on the coffin. If her instincts are accurate, then .....

"The blood is absorbed!" But the coffin didn't react, and she simply slashed it twice.

Hanyu's coffin finally moved, and the seemingly ordinary coffin lines lit up, and the blood connected them along the lines, like flower-shaped blood vessels.

"Yuan, you're back." A warm voice sounded in Lin Yuan's ears.

She came back to her senses from the blood-colored lines and looked excitedly in the direction of Yang Zishen, who was still lying on the ground with a gray face, as if she was completely dead. She hurried forward, leaning on his chest and listening, and her heartbeat!

Who's that! Who's talking? It wasn't Yang Zishen's voice just now! She was so frightened that she took a few steps backwards and sat down on the ground, did she bump into a ghost? Her face froze in horror, she couldn't even stop breathing, letting the blood flow from her arm, and only her eyes quickly looked left and right, trying to find a third person.

"Ah Yuan, I'm here, in front of you." The sound sounded again, like a cello with a great timbre.

She looked ahead, there was only the jade coffin, and she dared to ask, "You... You're in the coffin, you're Fusu? ”

"Yes, it's me, you should call me Asu."

"You... Are you a human or a ghost, you come out. ”

"I can't get out, you come closer, let me take a good look at you."

The thousand-year-old zombie has come back to life?! Lin Yuan stood up tremblingly, took two steps closer to the direction of the coffin with his eyes closed, opened one eye and glanced at it half-emptyly, fortunately, the corpse was still lying inside, his posture had not changed, and he had not opened his eyes.

"Closer, I want to be closer to you." His voice was pleading.

"You can see me with your eyes closed?"

"I am a remnant, free from the limitations of my body, and I am directly talking to your consciousness."

Lin Yuan thought of Yang Zishen, who was dying, gritted his teeth and squatted next to the coffin, looked at Fusu inside and said, "My boyfriend is dying, do you know what's wrong with him?" ”

"What's a boyfriend? Yuan, I've said it many times, you're my woman, you shouldn't get too close to other men. Fusu said coldly, like a high king, he was angry.

Lin Yuan was a little embarrassed, Yang Zishen said this just now, and it didn't feel good for the awakened ghost to say this: "Did you recognize the wrong person, my boyfriend also likes to call me Ah Yuan, I almost thought he was calling me." ”

"We are a husband and wife who are married to Jiuze, you have not changed, how can I admit my mistake?" He said with nostalgia and firmness, as if reminiscing about the past.

"You and another Ah Yuan are husband and wife, so why didn't she bury with you."

"I don't know, I should die in front of her grave, and it seems that someone has imprisoned my soul here."

Captivity? This doesn't make sense at all, that person used the best position in the center of the Abang Palace to bury Fusu, completely enjoying the treatment of the emperor, but he imprisoned his soul here, loving and hating? Could it be Hu Hai?

Spanning thousands of years, Lin Yuan smelled a big gossip. After chatting so much, she was not so scared, put her hand lightly on the coffin and said, and gently knocked it as a greeting: "Fusu, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, do you have a way to save him." ”

"He was a man who had been sacrificed by force, and his soul was crippled. This jade coffin is made of 10,000-year-old cold jade, and the four corners are arrayed with the relics of the high monk, and his soul has been locked in the coffin, where only the body is lying. ”

"Then how to save him!" I've found the problem, although I don't know much about it, but the remnants of Fusu must know what to do.

"There is nothing to be done, he is a dying man, and it is better to die here."

The Dying... Checkmate, that is to say, not now, Lin Yuan lay on the coffin and prayed: "I know you have a way, tell me, please." ”

"I can't imagine him dying like this, just a few months ago I was an ordinary person, he forcibly broke into my life and took me into a new world. I'm confused, the world of the infected is full of broken order, and death and horror are playing out all the time. ”

Facing a ghost who woke up, Lin Yuan suddenly babbled in her heart, she didn't know why, maybe it was because she wanted to talk about it after holding it in her heart for a long time, or maybe it was because Fusu was too similar to Yang Zishen.

"Everyone I met had so many secrets that I couldn't trust anyone, but he was special. He was always fierce at first, but at the same time, he carefully protected me everywhere, and repeatedly expressed his affection to me, and I suspected that he was lying to me and was glad to see him. I could clearly feel that it was not a viral effect, and that I fell in love with him from the bottom of my heart. ”

There was silence on the altar, and Fusu's warm voice came from it for a long time: "Don't cry, I can't see you sad, Ah Yuan." ”

"Will you save him?" Lin Yuan wiped two handfuls of tears indiscriminately, it was so embarrassing that he actually cried in front of Fusu.

"Drag him over and put him on top of the coffin, and cut open the arteries in his limbs."

Lin Yuan frowned, this is not the right way.... How can it be like a sacrifice? She suspiciously moved Yang Zishen up, but the knife in her hand couldn't be used, what if this wasn't Fusu's soul? Or maybe it's an evil spirit trying to resurrect a corpse.

"Ah Yuan, you are doubting me."

Fusu's cold voice came, but Lin Yuan was cold, and his back was soaked. What the hell is going on, Yang Zishen also said similar things, and the tone of questioning between the two when they were angry was so similar.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath and said calmly: "If you deceive me, I will use a bomb to hold you and die together." With a force on her hand, she first slashed Yang Zishen's left wrist, followed by her right hand, and then her left and right feet.

Bright red blood flowed on the coffin, spreading down the body, and a complex black totem loomed around the coffin. At the same time, the originally reddish arbor lotus lines faded rapidly. Lin Yuan's mind turned, and he stretched out his left arm, which was covered with three wounds, and raised his right hand high to accelerate the blood flow. Sure enough, the lines on the coffin turned red again, and it was his own blood that awakened Fusu's residual thoughts.

The black totem is getting darker and brighter, it is an ancient power. From the moment she saw it, Lin Yuan was no longer afraid, and she could feel that Yang Zishen's condition was improving. His chest gradually rose and fell significantly, and his face gradually improved.

"Enough is enough, Yuan, the ceremony is complete. You know, I never lie to you...."Fusu's voice slowly lowered, as if he was asleep.

Lin Yuan took out the special medicine and sprayed it on her arm at random, biting the bandage and bandaging it hastily, she asked tentatively, "Fusu?" Are you still there? ”

Fusu didn't reply for a long time, the surroundings were quiet, there was not even the sound of the wind, the lamp in the distance kept burning, the wick did not decrease, the flame did not move, and the whole space seemed to be still. What surprised Lin Yuan even more was that Yang Zishen's wound had healed by itself, there was no scar at all, and everything just now was like a dream.