Song Qingli squinted his face, the flesh on his face looked a little terrifying, his eyes rolled wildly, and his head was crazy calculating. What exactly is in the coffin, is it the vessel of the "Yang God"? What if it's not yourself? Did you really transplant that "object" to yourself?

"Transplanted?"

Why do you feel so awkward when you think about it?

The physical feeling is important or the psychological bottom line is important, he hesitated at this time.

Maybe there was some nervousness, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and he seemed to have been groaning for a long time: "Brother Zhu, you said that if people are with women, their bodies are borrowed from others, then ·······what do you say, in short, you understand, what I mean." ”

Such a tangled thing has appeared in reality, many private positions destroyed during the war in the United States have been transplanted after the war, but some people have been surgically removed again because they can't accept it.

Song Qingli's heart is extremely contradictory, people are actually the most rare choice, if there is a right and wrong distinction between each thing, it would be simple, but things in the world, such as love, are not necessarily the same as right and wrong. He gritted his teeth again, took a deep breath, and then said to Zhu Zhigang: "Let's switch it first, maybe it's not the main one!" ”

However, Zhu Zhigang looked at the golden coffin in front of him, and he already recognized it in his heart, the coffin was outlined with golden lines, and he gently knocked it with his hand, this coffin is still two-layered, and the hollow sound in the middle is obvious.

Zhu Zhigang gently pushed off a layer of gray covering outside, and then cleaned it and saw that there was an excuse in front of the coffin, similar to a bolt device, and after stabbing it open, the layer of golden material outside fell off with a "bang".

Zhu Zhigang took a closer look, and there was a coffin wrapped in iron sheet outside, and the reader outside the iron sheet was only a layer of gold, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.

"At that time, iron was a precious metal," Song Qingli said with a look of disdain.

But the iron production of that era was still very small, not to mention the northern nomads, even the smelting technology in the Central Plains was still very naked, and the temperature could not reach it, so it was very difficult to make iron, so at that time, the noble prince was able to put a piece of steel in the tomb, which was a very glorious thing.

At that time, so many years have passed, even if the inside is still dry, but it has long been rusted into a pile of iron foam, but the coffin inside is very eye-catching, Jin Sinan.

The north country does not produce golden silk nanmu, but it was plundered from the Central Plains at that time, and it is all good wood, from the silk thread on the coffin can be seen to be much thicker than the sorghum in the Forbidden City, think that these logs at that time should be plundered from the royal things, this thing is placed now, real money can not be bought.

"Hi"

In Song Qingli's stunned, Zhu Zhigang actually lifted the coffin of several hundred catties by himself, "quack", and the rivets on the coffin were also lifted and fell to the ground.

"There are rivets" Zhu Zhigang himself was stunned, he didn't find the rivets just now, it was originally designed to be an inner hook, and it would only work when he buckled it in.

"Brother Zhu, it turns out that you are born with divine power!" Song Qingli was surprised that his strength was extraordinary, but only he knew that it was an inexplicable palpitation, since he had worn the Zhonglang seal, he found that his strength was constantly growing, and he didn't know when it was a head, or when his strength really stopped growing, whether it was time to "blow the lamp and pull out the wax".

"I'm Cao, why is it so cold?"

Although the ground is cold, but the ground is warm and tight, the two of them were originally just wearing a sweatshirt, but as the coffin opened, a cold breath leaked out, fortunately the two of them retreated quickly, and saw that the soil around the coffin quickly froze, and a thin layer of hoarfrost was spread on it.

Otherwise, the two of them must be frostbitten.

"Ten Thousand Years of Cold Jade?"

Song Qingli felt inexplicable, the owner of this tomb built his tomb on the snow, and placed the 10,000-year-old cold jade in his coffin.

And although the tomb is full of mysteries, extremely elaborate design, but there are not many traps, what is he trying to do?

Song Qingli's eyes were straight, he knew in his heart that the appearance of the Wannian Hanyu could already prove that it was Wanyan Liang, the person who grafted the lower part of the "Hatred of the Heavenly Corpse" to himself, because his desire was too strong, so he always froze himself with ice, and according to legend, he later found a piece of Wannian Hanyu to sit on the bed. Now it seems that he buried this cold jade with him after his death.

"Don't move yet, unless you don't die" Zhu Zhigang looked at Song Qingli's eyes, knowing that he was already impatient.

But Song Qingli ignored Zhu Zhigang, he always thought in his heart that for Zhu Zhigang, this thing was actually just a shell of a "hating corpse", and it would definitely be destroyed at that time.

But it's different for him, it's the sexual blessing of the rest of his life, even if he may not want to, but at least there is a choice, isn't it?

He has heard that each part of the body of the Hate Heaven Corpse can survive alone, even if it is transplanted to other people's bodies, it will only magnify its effect, such as the Wanyan Liang man, this is a heavenly eunuch recorded in the wild history, and it is also recorded that this guy is perverted, saying that he is fornicating in the harem, and from all indications, this guy's ability in that aspect has only been fully increased after he grafted the "Hate Sky Corpse".

So he felt that if he was grafted onto himself, then his part should also grow.

When Song Qingli thought of this, his heart was itchy, and his hand unconsciously reached into the coffin, "Don't move yet, hold the grass, you son of a bitch, you're going to be killed by you."

Lao Song looked at Zhu Zhigang's expression so serious, his hand froze, and then he looked at him suspiciously, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"The oil corpses outside can be cheated, do you think this guy can be a trouble-free master? He was just frozen by the 10,000-year-old cold jade, if your hand touched it just now, it would definitely have a stress reaction under the stimulation of people's anger, maybe it could be done all at once, and then it would heat up sharply, coupled with the effect of hating the corpse, it is estimated that this guy has already cheated the corpse! ”

“·······”

Song Qingli was murdered and said angrily: "One of the corpses is fraud, and two are also fraud, what are you afraid of?" ”

"What if this thing not only woke up, but was also conscious?"

"Fart, something that has been dead for so many years can still be conscious? What about the crooks? Song Qing scolded angrily, and when he turned around, he saw that Zhu Zhigang actually took out a saber and drew it inside the coffin, "Hey, you slow down, ··· Eh... Eh, don't you know what's going on, don't you know what's going on? Don't cut it off, will I find myself a eunuch again after I transplant it? ”

The upper body of the corpse in the coffin has long been unable to see clearly, but the lower body is intact, lying there alive, as if it has been cut at the waist.

"Be careful, don't use your hands to make direct contact, first completely separate the upper and lower halves to prevent the upper body from changing, then it is very likely to be connected with the hating corpse again."

Zhu Zhigang took out two Jinhua hooks in the hands of the tall antique old man, grabbed the upper body and lower body respectively and pulled them to both sides, "click" A stream of black water splashed out like a punctured blister, sprayed Song Qingli's body, and suddenly a foul smell emanated from Song Qingli's body, and Song Qingli's body also seemed to have something filthy rooted.

The upper and lower bodies of the corpse in the coffin were completely separated at this time, and the upper body was separated from the lower body as if it had been dried by the air, and instantly shrunk into a ball, and adhered together, and a layer of corpse wax emerged on it, not to mention how disgusting.

"Whew·····!" Zhu Zhigang saw this scene, although his stomach turned up, his brows were relaxed, and the corpse in the coffin would not change for the time being.

"What's next?" Song Qingli said with some emotion, "Take it back for transplantation?" ”

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Thanks to the readers, the results of this book are not very good, so I am ready to finish this volume, and I would like to express my gratitude again.

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