Lu Jia was lost for a moment just now, and with a burst of blood boiling, something seemed to rush out of his chest.

"Sister, sister, can you see us?"

As soon as Lu Jia came back from his memories, he was woken up. As she looked for her voice, there were two more wet children beside her, tugging at her clothes.

"Huh?" Lu Jia asked.

"Wow, my sister can really see us." The two children were very happy, dancing and talking.

"Well, can you see, what are you looking for me?" Lu Jia saw the two little clever ghosts and knew that they had something.

"Sister, we are cold at the bottom of the well. We can't do without this well, and we can't be reincarnated. The children said aggrievedly.

"Then sister will take you back to where you should go back?"

"Okay, thank you, sister."

"It's really nosy, women are really troublesome." Wu Xing hugged his arms and snorted coldly. Now that he is idle, Lu Jia not only cares about the affairs of the yang world, but also takes care of the affairs of the underworld.

Of course, Lu Jia didn't know what Wu Xing was thinking, and even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

"Tell my sister, how did you end up like this?" Lu Jia touched the faces of the two little guys and asked distressedly.

The child looked at the mouth of the well and pointed to the well.

"You mean, fell into a well?" Lu Jia's heart ached, drowning, how painful it was.

"Yes, sister, there was a water ghost in the well before, he captured us and let us play with him, but after playing with him, we will never see our parents again, woo." The child cried, and cried very sadly.

After stopping his crying, he said, "But now that the water ghost is gone, we can't leave here. ”

"Well, will my sister send you to reincarnation?" After Lu Jia finished speaking, she saw a trace of blue flame extending out of her palm, slowly winding out, turning into a blue lotus. The filaments of the lotus flower continue to extend outward, and all the places covered are the scriptures, to be exact, the lotus flowers formed by the scriptures of the mantra of the past life.

The scriptures of the mantra of the afterlife kept coming back and forth, washing away the resentment of the two children and forming a bright door that I heard was the gateway to another world.

But Lu Jia's cultivation is impossible to open the door of the underworld, and can only open a small door. They pass through the small gate, and whether they can find the gate or not can only ask for more blessings for themselves.

The two little imps walked towards the light, turning back and waving at her as they went.

"Go ahead, don't look back." She watched as the two children left through the small door.

"Call you stupid, you're stupid. Knowing that this matter is not so simple, he is still nosy. Wu Xing snorted coldly again.

"Wu Dashen didn't stop me just now, didn't he also agree with my approach?" Lu Jia asked rhetorically.

"Hmph."

"Not leaving? Planning to be mistaken for a psychopath? Lu Jia was reminded by Wu Xing only to find that the people who came and went looked at her with the same eyes. He hurriedly said, "Let's go, let's go inside the museum and have a look." ”

I took a look around the museum and introduced some broken artifacts and texts. Lu Jia took pictures all the way as information, and planned to go back to sort it out. After a few laps, most of the time has passed.

From the time she finished using the "Lotus in the Fire" just now, Lu Jia felt a burst of exhaustion, and when she came back from the museum, she planned to go and rest early. There are many houses nearby that are rented out to tourists, so Lu and Wu found a farmhouse hostel to live temporarily. Lu Jia went to sleep when she entered the room, and when she woke up, it was already more than nine o'clock in the evening.

The mountains are quiet, the night is empty, and the occasional insect chirping is far away. Lu Jia got up from the bed in a daze, pulled his shoes and pushed the door open, and walked out, walking on the edge of the ancient well in the morning and daytime.

She stood at the mouth of the well in a daze for a moment, then opened her legs and prepared to jump.

Wu Xing shouted: "Stupid girl! Wake up! Lu Jia jumped down with a thud at his weird little one.

Seeing this, Wu Xing didn't have time to think, so he jumped down after him. As the momentum of the water eased the sinking speed, Wu Xing saw Lu Jia grab her hand. But there was a huge attraction under the water, constantly pulling the two of them downward.

When they opened their eyes, they had reached a place on the ground.

At the bottom of the well is a large space, vast and wide as far as the eye can see.

"The space here is different from the outside. It's a small world of its own. Wu Xing looked at Lu Jia, who had come to his senses, and said.

Lu Jia also saw that as Wu Xing said, this was a barren mountain range, surrounded by dense fog. The wellhead that had just come in had disappeared, and it looked like they had really fallen into another space.

The two looked for an exit, and after walking a long way, they turned a hillside, and saw a faint light flickering in the foothills not far ahead. They hurried towards the flickering light, and walked for a long time until they finally found the light.

The two of them had very good eyesight, and they saw that the light came from a ruined temple. Lu Jia looked up at the plaque at the mountain gate, and saw the three strong characters of the Wei tablet in the horizontal script on it - "Goddess Palace".

Lu Jia was about to knock on the door, but unexpectedly, the mountain gate creaked softly and slowly opened in front of her eyes. As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw that there were torches burning on the pillars of the temple, and two wooden sheets in the main hall were on the board, and a blood-red coffin was placed impartially.

The red lacquer color of the coffin shone brightly in the light of the firelight, and it looked extremely charming. In front of the coffin was an old blackened bronze case, on which only a stove of incense was placed, and no fruit offerings were placed. Lu Jia slowly stepped into the main hall, looked around, and did not see a single figure serving on the left and right of the coffin. I opened my mouth to call, but no one answered, what a strange thing!

I don't know what year the bright red coffin has not faded, and some runes and incantations are painted on both sides of the coffin, and small seals are attached to the incantations.

After the Sui and Tang dynasties, it was common to write in regular script, so the literate people in the market were all in regular script, and the small seal of the Qin and Han dynasties was the writing of the aristocracy. Wu Xing read the text intermittently: "Xin Mao year, Bingshen month Ding Youri ....." Seeing this, Lu Jia couldn't help but differentiate: "Wu Dashen also knows the handwriting on it?" ”

"I have a collection of ancient books in my store, and I will read some of them when I have nothing to do." Wu Xing paused for a moment and then said, "It's just that this coffin is a little strange. ”

"Look at this text is clearly a small seal, Xin Mao year, I remember an ancient book recorded, it seems that an emperor of the Qin Dynasty is Xin Mao year...... These sixty-one jiazi, if it is a coincidence, have passed more than 2,000 years by now......"

Lu Jia couldn't help but wonder: "If it's really thousands of years old, why is the coffin so bright?" It's long overdue to fade. ”

Wu Xing: "That's why I said that's what's weird." But this rune and penmanship are indeed the same as those of the Qin Dynasty. Wu Xing looked at the coffin and the temple suspiciously. While getting up, he swept the cobwebs in front of him with his hands.

"What is this rune written on?"

"I'm not sure about that...... It's an ancient form similar to a sealing formation or something. After all, Taoist things are very mysterious......" Wu Xing turned his head.

After that, Wu Xing didn't continue to talk and went to cover the candle flame, Wu Xing heard Lu Jia's frightened tone, although he wasn't sure what would happen, he also took off his coat and unfolded it to help cover another candle.

After a few moments, the wind stopped. Wu Xing and Lu Jia both breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground. "Stupid girl, why did you say that the candle can't be extinguished?"

"Huh? This is what Master said: Whenever you encounter a mourning hall, the candle cannot be extinguished. I don't know exactly why....."

I don't know when the sky has become gloomy, and the goddess palace is wrapped in a thick fog.

At this moment, the wooden door of the Goddess Palace snapped open, a cold wind broke in, and the lamp and candle on the desk were instantly extinguished. Seeing this scene, Wu Xingyi covered Lu Jia's mouth: "Don't speak." ”

Immediately after that, the two saw a figure in iron armor appear, and a team of soldiers was guarding the door.

The two hid behind the coffin and held their breath and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of being discovered by this person. He walked in the door, replaced the bronze sword in his right hand with his left, and gently touched the coffin lid with his right hand, and the runes on the lid burned with a string of flames, and he looked at his blackened fingers in a daze, and did not speak.

"You're still here." It was a long time before he uttered those four words. It wasn't until he couldn't tell whether it was dark or cloudy, and he could only estimate that it was about half an hour later, that he turned to leave.

Lu Jia was just about to get up, but Wu Xingyi pressed Lu Jia to the ground: "I haven't left yet." ”

"That's? The armor of the Qin Dynasty? Lu Jia's expression was like a ghost, "You know?" ”

Wu Xing knows a lot: "I accidentally saw it in ancient books at home. ”

"But you're right, he's not human."

"This cold air is certainly not human. It's just that the ghost of the Qin Dynasty is doing here? ”

"I've always heard of the Yin Soldier crossing the border, right?"

"Yin Soldier Crossing ......"

When Lu Jia was young, he heard Jiang Hao tell such a story, saying that when Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty was fighting with the robber king Shichong in Luoyang, he encountered a group of troops of unknown origin on a rainy night to help Zheng's army. These people could not be slashed to death, they could not be burned in the fire, and they were very strange and powerful,* so they suffered heavy losses and retreated.

Thanks to Xu Maogong, the grand prize in the army, he was well-informed and recognized that this was a Yin soldier, so he urgently collected nearly a thousand roosters from nearby and prepared hundreds of barrels of black dog blood to eliminate this Yin soldier and turn the tide of the battle.

She always thought that this matter was a rumor in the countryside, but she didn't expect to see it with her own eyes tonight, Wu Xing explained this, and the hair on her body suddenly stood upside down.

Because Lu Jia saw that the leader of the Yin soldiers had touched the red coffin with his hand and said the words "You are still here", he felt that there must be something strange in the coffin. In order to cover up her embarrassment, coupled with curiosity, she cheered up her spirits and dared Wu Xing to propose to open the coffin to take a look.

Wu Xing suddenly restrained his smile, his face was solemn, and he didn't respond for a long time.

At this time, there was a sudden lightning and thunder outside the temple, and it rained in a dashing shower, and the boundless rain curtain confused the heaven and the earth into black, making people reach out and not see their fingers. Only in the distant sky, lightning and thunder, meander through the thick shadow, teeth and claws.

"Hateful! How come he hasn't died yet! Lu Jia looked at the sudden change in the situation outside, and said this sentence inexplicably, and hated it in her heart for no reason. The boundless darkness of midnight appeared in his memory, and a spell appeared to bind Lu Jia.

Fragmented memories torment Lu Jia like a nightmare. The red coffin was so familiar, yet so strange.