So, I closed my eyes in a daze.

Because the spirit and the flesh on the body were tense before, but now that I suddenly relaxed, I felt that my whole body began to become sore.

The half-dry clothes on my body stuck to my skin, and it was very uncomfortable, but when the exhaustion was at its peak, it was nothing.

This is the first time I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes, but I didn't sleep well, and my mind was full of pictures of Dongzi lying in the grass and struggling in pain after being skinned.

"Dreaming back to the warbler, the chaotic years are all over, people set up small courtyards and deep courtyards, and the smoke is exhausted."

When I was sleeping, I vaguely heard a very resentful voice singing.

When I was in the village, every year during the Chinese New Year, the village chief would also invite singers to come to the village to be lively, but at that time, it was mainly lively and cheerful songs, and it was the first time I heard such a complaint.

"Throwing away the residual embroidery thread, this spring is like last year."

The sound of this singing seemed to be very close to me, I pursed my lips that were a little dry, and touched Zhuo Yifan with my elbow, instinctively thinking that the person next to me was singing.

"What?" Zhuo Yifan's voice was a little slurred, and he didn't seem to have woken up yet.

"It's noisy, stop singing." I muttered and turned sideways in the other direction.

As a result, the sound of the singing music still didn't stop, which made me more and more irritable in my heart, and finally raised my hand and slapped it hard towards Zhuo Yifan's body.

"Fat Jiu, you're tired of being crooked, aren't you?" Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes blankly, and my palm was thrown on his face impartially.

Seeing his frantic look, I quickly sat up straight and smirked.

"No, Zhuo Yifan, what kind of drama do you sing when you sleep, you woke me up with singing." I hurriedly explained.

Zhuo Yifan listened, and immediately replied angrily: "Sing your size, sing, I was dreaming of eating roast lamb leg sprinkled with cumin, and the fat mutton that was slapped by your palm and reached his mouth was gone!" ”

He also looked angry, and it didn't seem to be him.

"Xiaolai looks at the broken plum pass, and the makeup is remnant."

Just when he was suspicious of Zhuo Yifan, the opera actually sounded again, it was very sharp, resentful, and goosebumps came out of the listeners.

There are just three of us here, could it be Xiao Lengyan, Zhuo Yifan and I both looked in the direction where Xiao Lengyan was.

It turned out that Xiao Lengyan, who was sitting cross-legged in that corner, was gone, and when I raised my head to look for him, I saw him standing on the edge of the coffin, and I was relieved.

But looking at Xiao Leng's eyes again, it seemed to be staring as if he was facing a great enemy.

"White Rakshasa, you?" Zhuo Yifan was about to speak to Xiao Lengyan, but saw Xiao Lengyan leaning over and tilting his ears, as if he was listening to the movement in the coffin.

His action made Zhuo Yifan and I shudder.

Immediately realized, the voice seemed to be coming from the coffin, and it was clearly a woman's voice.

My scalp exploded in an instant, is there really a ghost?

Zhuo Yifan's eyes also showed a little fear, and his eyes stared at the coffin.

Xiao Lengyan stretched out his hand, and was about to push the coffin open, and Zhuo Yifan and I hurriedly stood up from the ground.

"White Rakshasa, you, you, don't open the coffin yet, just in case, just in case?" What Zhuo Yifan wants to say is that if there is really a powerful ghost in it, then the three of us will really explain here today.

But Xiao Leng's movements did not pause at all, one hand directly grabbed the corner of the coffin lid, frowned, and a huge coffin lid was violently opened.

I only heard a loud "bang", and the coffin lid was lifted to the ground.

"Damn, you can open it? What if there is a mechanism? ”

Xiao Leng's movements were done in one go, and he didn't prepare Zhuo Yifan and me at all.

However, Zhuo Yifan was just shouting, and now his attention was attracted by the contents of this huge coffin.

Inside the coffin was indeed a woman, who was dressed in a very bright satin dress like a costume, and was covered with a lot of jewelry.

These jewels, even in this gloomy tomb, have an unstoppable light.

Zhuo Yifan approached the coffin, stared at the corpse for a while, and then focused his attention on a wooden cabinet above the corpse's head.

And, the original nervous look gradually subsided.

I saw that he touched and looked at the wooden box, holding the flashlight that was not very easy to use, and his whole eyes were almost attached to the wooden box.

I was bold enough to lean towards the coffin, but then I heard a drama coming from the coffin.

"Cutting constantly, messing up, boring for no reason."

"Ahh There really are ghosts. "This time I am 100% sure that the sound of opera came from the coffin.

"Look at your little bit of interest, do you know what it is?" Zhuo Yifan pointed to the big wooden box on top of the female corpse's head.

The reason why this coffin is much larger than the ordinary one is to accommodate this large wooden box.

"A cabinet for gold and silver jewelry?" I stared at the big wooden box for a long time, and thought it should be some funerary goods.

"Oh, Fat Jiu, I'll teach you a lesson today, this thing is called a cabinet phonograph." He smiled smugly at me: "The sound of opera comes from inside. ”

I looked at the gramophone in disbelief, and I was amazed.

"This tomb seems to be really the tomb of Gonggong Li, his heart is really big enough, the real dragon bureau dares to cloth, how can a eunuch bear such a blessing." Zhuo Yifan looked at the cabinet phonograph and said.

"Isn't it just a gramophone? This doesn't mean that this tomb is Li Lianying's tomb, right? I looked at the cabinet phonograph and asked Zhuo Yifan suspiciously.

Zhuo Yifan stretched out his hand and touched the lines of the gramophone and said: "This cabinet phonograph is a batch of prototypes designed by Victor in 1904 and trial-produced, the number is very small, and the price is very expensive at that time, but money can't buy it, and this thing has also become a gift for the 70th birthday of the Empress Dowager Cixi at that time, which is a unique product." ”

"Empress Dowager Cixi?" I muttered, and approached the gramophone, and now I look at it, the workmanship is still fine, and it is not easy to preserve it so well.

"The Empress Dowager Cixi is the most fortunate to this Gonggong Li, even the name Li Lianying was given by her, this gramophone is here now, it is very likely that Cixi gave it to him, so I say that this tomb is indeed the tomb of Gonggong Li." What Zhuo Yifan said is reasonable and well-founded.

After listening to his explanation, I also felt very reasonable, but since it is the tomb of Gonggong Li, who is the woman lying in the coffin, and what does she have to do with Gonggong Li?

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However, if this coffin is not the owner of the tomb, who will it be? The Martyrs? Or is it the relative of this father-in-law Li? But if it's a relative, the layout here is too simple, right?

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