"I said you are all sick, aren't you just a bloody corpse? It's not that scary. ”

Yan Jun definitely didn't mean to pretend to be forced in this sentence, and the shovel of blood and soil that Cao Qing brought out before going to the tomb let him know the existence of the bloody corpses in the ancient tomb.

Cao Qing and the third son talked about the bloody corpse, and the solemn appearance of their faces, and what they had seen, also made Yan Jun have an illusion.

That's the invincibility of blood corpses!

However, after Yan Jun really fought with the blood corpse, except for being a little difficult, there seemed to be nothing to fear.

"Master Yan, if your words get out, I guess everyone in this industry will treat you as a psychopath."

"Single-handedly overturning bloody corpses, damn it, it's like making a movie."

"Master Yan will teach me a few hands, when I can have half of your skills, I will be satisfied."

Several guys had hurt expressions on their faces, and if they hadn't seen the scene just now, no one would have dared to believe what they said.

Even Cao Qing looked like he had seen a ghost, his face was depressed, and the cigarette in his hand was about to burn to the root of his butt without noticing.

"How's the third son?"

Seeing that none of these guys were serious, Yan Jun didn't bother to talk nonsense, but it should have been quite shocking just now, otherwise he could have surprised Cao Qing like this?

What he is most worried about now is the third son, the bloody corpse hit his chest at once, and ordinary people can't bear it at all.

"Lao Xie is taking care of it over there, we don't know."

The hairy boy turned his head and pointed not far behind him.

"I'll take a look."

Yan Jun nodded, and went straight over there, he knew that the third son's injury was definitely not light, but he didn't know to what extent.

A few guys also followed, and Cao Qing finally recovered from his distraction.

He is not to blame for this, the main thing is that he remembers the tragedy more than ten years ago too vividly, so that he can't connect the old brothers who died at the hands of the bloody corpses with the scene just now.

One is a one-sided massacre, the other is a one-sided massacre.

It's just that more than ten years ago, it was their guys who went down to the grave to fight, and it was the bloody corpse that was slaughtered just now.

Looking at the back of Yan Jun leaving, Cao Qing's eyes revealed an indescribable complexity.

"Master Yan."

Seeing Yan Jun walking to his side, Lao Xie shouted.

"How's the third son?"

"Not so good."

Lao Xie shook his head, he was sweating profusely after working for a long time, and he couldn't bother to wipe it now.

"He broke three or four ribs, the blood loss was quite serious, and he is still in a coma, so I gave him a dose of antiseptic injection and tranquilizer, and now I am waiting for him to wake up."

"Will there be signs of low-grade fever and inflammation?"

The most worrying thing at the grave is these accompanying symptoms.

The deaths of the two guys before are still vivid, once they are inflamed, they can't be saved with their medical skills, so they can only wait for death.

"It's not clear for the time being... After all, I'm not a professional doctor. ”

"Will you wake up?"

Seeing Lao Xie's uncomfortable appearance, Yan Jun could only suppress his anger, and he couldn't be blamed for this kind of thing.

"Look at the life of the third son, his body is there, I estimate that there is a high probability that he will wake up."

Hearing Lao Xie say this, Yan Jun's hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.

"There's no danger here now, I'll rest for a while, you pay attention to the surroundings."

"Don't worry, Master Yan, I can't beat the blood corpse, but looking at the surrounding situation, I can still do it."

"Hmm!"

…………

Yan Jun didn't rest for long, it was about half an hour, after all, he couldn't sleep well in the tomb.

"Lao Xie, did Uncle Cao say anything about the bronze coffin?" Taking the cigarette handed by Lao Xie, Yan Jun asked slowly.

What he was most worried about now was the coffin, this ancient tomb hid too many secrets, and the only key to uncovering all the mysteries for him was the bronze coffin.

"I didn't say anything specifically, but I mentioned it."

"What?"

"I think I'm going to open the coffin."

Lao Xie is a full old smoking gun, one after another, and he has never stopped.

Open the coffin? Hearing this, Yan Jun's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"Let's go, smoke less, if you smoke like this, how many years will you have to live less, you know?"

casually complained about him, Yan Jun got up and walked towards Cao Qing.

Cao Qing was standing under the tree, presumably studying the coffin.

Yan Jun stepped forward and called out to Uncle Cao, who turned around, a little surprised, and asked him why he didn't rest more.

Yan Jun casually took a reason to prevaricate, and the topic was moved to the coffin by him.

"Uncle Cao, did you say that this coffin belongs to King Chu Jing?"

Cao Qing was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

With a hint of surprise and complexity flashing in those eyes, Yan Jun shrugged his shoulders and said, "Originally, I didn't have this idea, but that bloody corpse gave me a clue. ”

"Go on." Cao Qing became interested and asked Yan Jun to continue.

"I don't know if Uncle Cao has noticed, although the clothes on the bloody corpse are rotten, they can be seen to be in the style of the Ming Dynasty, and they are fine satin, and the color is light yellow."

"In those days, wasn't it something that an official could wear? And light yellow is not something that ordinary people are qualified to wear. ”

"Clever!"

As soon as Yan Jun's words fell, Cao Qing's eyes were filled with a bright light, and the color of appreciation was self-evident.

"Master Yan, let me ask you, when did you think of what you said just now?"

"Let's just rest for a while."

Yan Jun's sentence was true, he had been pondering the bloody corpse during the time he had just rested, and after recalling it a few times, he noticed some details.

The style of the clothes on the bloody corpse was completely different from that of the dead in the ancient city, and it was the only Central Plains-style clothing he had seen in so long since he went to the tomb.

"Master Yan, this eyesight is indeed rare." Cao Qing said with emotion.

These words have been in his heart for a long time, and in the past two days, the strength that Yan Jun has shown is all in his eyes.

"Uncle Cao, don't you wonder why all this is?"

"Of course it's strange, a bloody corpse is wearing a costume that belongs to the vassal king, which in itself is very wrong."

"And the location of the bronze coffin is not right, I have only seen tree burials in the deep mountains of Guizhou a few times, and some old Miao people still adhere to such traditions, as well as water burials and cave burials."

Cao Qing has been a veteran of the rivers and lakes for decades, experienced and has a more vicious vision, how could he not think of what Yan Jun could think of?

"What do you mean...... Someone steals the day? ”

Yan Jun suddenly had an extremely bold idea, and he hesitated for a long time before he dared to say it.

And the first thing that came to his mind was the mysterious person who involved the tomb for King Chu Jing.

"It can also be said that stealing beams and changing pillars, doves occupy the magpie's nest."

"One thing anyway."

Listening to the meaning of Cao Qing's words, he also guessed the same thing, which is a bit interesting.

A fiefdom princely tomb, as a result, was occupied by a dove, and I have to say that the person who did this thing was bold.

You must know that in that era of kingship, even if you just say a bad word, you may be raided, let alone do something on the tomb.

The ancients regarded the afterlife as more important than the previous events.

This kind of behavior is tantamount to killing people and punishing the heart, if it is discovered, it is not a matter of killing the whole family, and it is possible to punish the nine clans.