Huang Sanshou fell, not lightly, and as soon as his buttocks hit the ground, he jumped up, his face was blue.

Mu Zhengyang said in a deep voice. "What are you nervous about?"

Huang San rubbed his sore buttocks and shouted. "There's an 'old house' up there!"

Mu Zhengyang was shocked, the old house', the local dialect is also known as the 'fang house', it is said that it is a hidden coffin in the tomb of the ancient alien race to bury the cult, this kind of secret coffin does not bury people, does not bury ghosts, and collects some unforgiving sins of breaking the rules and arrogating the way, legend, this kind of dark coffin, do not catch the wind, do not stain the water, do not provoke the soil, do not see the yang, do not bury the yin, also known as: 'five do not fang', for thousands of years, the 'five do not fang' rumors are strange and bizarre, there are very few people in the world, thousands of years, there is only one bottle' Wubu Fang's has seen the sky, and it is said that it was Wu Zixu, a doctor of Wu during the Warring States Period.

"How can there be an 'old house' on this iron wheel?" ”

Mu Zhengyang couldn't help muttering in his heart, but Huang Sanshou's expression already explained the seriousness of the matter.

"Could it be the lost coffin?"

Doubtful in his heart, he turned his head to look at the old smoking gun, and the old smoking gun was equally stunned, he pinned the smoking gun into his waist, stepped on the rudder, and climbed up first.

Mu Zhengyang threw the mask to Liuzi and followed.

Inside, only to find that this is a narrow dark passage, vaguely like an exhaust pipe, but the layout inside, but completely different from the air duct, here is only two feet wide, the lower width is narrow, the more you climb, the narrower the narrower, almost unable to accommodate the human body, in the pipe, meandering, three feet a fold, two meters on a curve, a little careless, kowtow to the nose, the air duct will never do this trapezoidal increasing curved necking design, if so, there is no ventilation at all, Mu Zhengyang is a little confused in his heart, is this an escape pipe? It is said that during the First World War, there were many alternative escape pipes designed on British ships, so that when the ships were not in the war, the crew was trapped in the cabin and could not escape from the increased secret passages, which was extremely concealed.

The old smoking gun was lying on his back, crawling in front of him, and his eyes were full of dense cobwebs, and he raised the electric light, and pulled out the cigarette gun at his waist, struggling to move forward, his breath was short. "This is the Yellow Spring Swing in the Netherworld Ferry, I don't know where this mouth will lead?" Mu Zhengyang followed behind, a faint chill blew on his back, this is a two-story general cruise ship, if it goes straight up, it is not an accident, it should be a cockpit or a cabin like a water room.

He gritted his teeth, held the wall panel in his right hand, and poked the cigarette gun in his left hand, and the dizzy light hit his eyes, and he saw many daily necessities and living utensils, such as toothbrushes, water basins, backpacks and other objects, all of which were covered in spider webs.

"There's a pod up there."

The old smoking gun was a little surprised, peeled off the cotton wool-like silk thread with his hands, took a breath, and little by little the light came into his eyes, he raised the electric light to probe over, and it was shining on the side of the iron frame bed, looking at the hazy outline alone, this is a large cabin, which should be the crew rest cabin.

The old smoking gun shot a few times, this angle was relatively dead, and he couldn't see the situation in the cabin, so he simply used his hands to pick it up and jumped down. There was a squeak under his feet, as if he had stepped on the skin of a watermelon, his feet slipped, and he almost fell, and he looked down and saw that he was stepping on a human hand, and the rotten white flesh was half trampled out, peeling off, revealing the naked pale hand bones.

This person, curled up, bent his head, motionless, knew that he was dead at a glance, the old smoking gun carried the cigarette gun and dialed it twice, Mu

Zhengyang threw the flashlight to the six sons behind him, and took out a nine-section white belt from his waist, and pulled it with a sound, the light was shining, and he could see the rarity of this belt.

I saw that he stabbed a few times, and peeled off the cobwebs on the face of the dead corpse, and the old smoking gun saw that this person was grinning with a big mouth, his jawbone collapsed in the rucksack, and a green spider the size of a fist went in and out of his mouth, going back and forth between the waste mouth and the rucksack, and the tongs pulled out about an inch of rotting intestines, suffocating and smelling. His hands were rolled up on his back, as if he were carrying something on his back, and it was so heavy that it crushed the whole body and bent around the bed.

The old smoker took a step back, this situation couldn't shock him, but the pupils of this corpse: they were not human pupils, it had two, and the color of the pupils was not what normal people should have, and the dead should not be like this, they were reddish-brown with a strange light.

"Detective, no, this dead man's bead is a little weird."

Mu Zhengyang was also a little surprised, took a closer look, and asked the sixth son behind him, "What about the old beggar?" ”

Liuzi looked back a few times, but did not see him.

The old smoker breathed a sigh of relief and said. "The three hands fell so badly that I was afraid that I wouldn't dare to go in if I hid them."

Mu Zhengyang looked at him and squeezed out a smile. "I can't help him if I can't get in." He pondered for a moment, and then swept away the cobwebs around a man's body with a nine-section whip, and could see the two hands of the corpse, the ten fingers were twisted and deformed, the nails were all falling off, and the flesh was badly destroyed, indicating that this man had not been engaged in gravity labor before, but had been tortured in some way, and his face was dark, and he continued to move down, revealing the same strange feet.

"Are they laborers on ships?"

Mu Zhengyang's mind was drifting, and he was a little dazed for a while.

"This man died a terrible death, it can't be the ninth black chrysanthemum here, right?" The old smoker looked at him stunned and said. "It's better to wear a mask in this place."

Mu Zhengyang shook his head slightly, and did not accept the mask handed by Liuzi, he still couldn't grasp the treacherous feeling in his heart, he walked forward quickly, and quickly investigated this dark cabin, what surprised him was that most of the beds were lying around such corpses, at a glance, there were roughly dozens, lying on their stomachs like this, it was abnormal, and the orientation of all the corpses was the same, he said in his heart, could it be the master who laid the 'Nine Chrysanthemum Misty Flower Array' in the dark cabin before, and what kind of feng shui law was laid down? He suspiciously swept the corpses close to him, and then his back was cold, and he didn't look into the entire cabin carefully, but he couldn't find it at all, all the corpses seemed to have formed a word, it was the word 'go', Mu Zhengyang in contemplation didn't say a word, suddenly realized something, pulled up the old smoking gun and stepped back, the old smoking gun asked him in astonishment What was he doing?

"This place can't be stayed."

Mu Zhengyang just said lightly, the old smoking gun only felt that the matter was not trivial, and the cigarette stick in his hand shook and almost fell.

The three of them stepped back, and Liuzi clenched his pistol, vigilantly guarding the movements around the cabin, and one of his feet was not careful, and he was knocked by something and slammed down. Looking down, it was a black thing, he squatted down and touched it, like a big iron nail, this is not an ordinary nail, it has the thickness of a wrist, and the nail cap of the bowl is engraved with many strange and strange characters.

"Tianxuan Diagram?"

The old smoker shouted, his face was a little stiff, he was not mistaken, the treacherous pattern on the nail cap was the same as the one on the black iron pattern box, and he looked at Mu Zhengyang uncertainly.

Mu Zhengyang's eyebrows locked sharply, and he said three directions in turn. "Southwest, Northeast, Center."

Liuzi hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, and a voice came from Xu. "Big brother, each has a big iron nail."

Mu Zhengyang complained again, "Seven or five steps to the left in the southeast, and nine or five feet to the right in the northwest." ”

The sixth son replied. "Five in the southeast and nine in the northwest."

"Eighteen Soul Locking Spikes?" The old cigarette shook his throat and shouted. "What about three hands?"

Liuzi returned to his side, a little puzzled. "How do you nail these big nails into this iron ship?"

Mu Zhengyang spit out two words lightly. "Lock the coffin."

"Lock the coffin?" The six sons were stunned, there was no coffin in this cabin except for the dead body, so what kind of coffin would be used to lock it? He came back to his senses abruptly. "Could it be this ship?"

Mu Zhengyang didn't speak, glanced at the iron nails around him, and said in a straight voice. "What about the Huang Gang Leader?"

Liuzi Road. "When the Huang gang leader came down, he had a stomach upset, his body was tired, and he put his head back to rest."

Mu Zhengyang said in his heart, this old beggar, he really knows how to pick a time, he strode back, and saw Huang Sanshou squatting in a corner, he called, Huang Sanshou turned around and made a false gesture at him, Mu Zhengyang was stunned, and walked forward to take a look, he was squatting there and counting the black ants on the foot of the iron frame, the entire iron foot was dense, and the black pressure was pressed.

Mu Zhengyang chuckled. "The Huang Gang Leader is so interested?"

Huang Sanshou muttered to himself. "If the queen lady doesn't move her buttocks, these black army won't leave the nest."

"What do you mean?" Mu Zhengyang was stunned and stared at him.

"It's going to be a tsunami!" Huang Sanshou glanced at him angrily and said. "What do you see on the Iron Feet?"

Mu Zhengyang raised his eyes and looked carefully, except for the dense black army, there was no clue, he wanted to say black ants, but his heart said, this old beggar will not ask this kind of question at this time, there must be something else, and when he looks at it again, he can't help but feel a pang in his heart. "'Heaven and Earth Foot'?"

These two iron feet, along the look is not a clue, just two pieces of iron frame with grooves supporting the top plate, the groove distance is a little six inches, but if you look at it horizontally, it is strange and immediate, it is like the rail wheel groove of the train, in the wheel groove, it is vaguely visible, there are purple and gold silk threads under the black ant, dense as a spider web, attached to the edge of the wheel groove. The iron feet go straight up and down, and the top reaches the top to the top plate, and it reaches the source, and the bottom is covered by the black and hemp ant colony, and there is no end in sight.

If I wasn't mistaken, it was the purple gold silk thread, and he said in a lost voice. "There's a 'ten-page tile' in this cabin?"

Legend Baiyue ancients into the collection, do not use the coffin, but with stoneware to burn tiles, the tile is three meters long outside, the width is five feet, the outer thickness is three feet two, a total of ten pages of composition, so it is called 'ten pages of tile', to bathe the king, influenced by the culture of the Central Plains Dynasty, only to change the use of longevity wood as a coffin, this kind of stone tile coffin, is not into the soil flat burial, but the use of dragonfly point type, water vertical burial method, a mouthful of 'ten pages of tile' often weighs 10000 catties, in order to facilitate burial, every time the burial, will be borrowed' Heaven and earth foot 'push into the underground palace tomb, this burial method is very bizarre, burying the coffin, just need a slight push, it is easy to enter, just like a steamer box, and take the coffin, but it is extremely difficult, just because, after the coffin into the burial ground, the purple gold plate silk thread in the "foot of heaven and earth" will automatically receive the card, that is a very strange tomb organ, will be the "ten pages of tiles" firmly fixed in it, the purpose of which is to prevent the destruction of tomb robbers, so there are "ten pages of tiles", nine cows, it is said, indicating the difficulty of taking the coffin.

In ancient times, there was an old custom of 'boiling bones' in the mountainous areas of Guangxi, Guangdong, the deceased was buried for three or five or seven years, and the coffin was to be raised to 'cook bones', and the 'ten pages of tiles' after the soil were raised, which were often used as the beds of the descendants, so as to pray for blessings and absorb the blessings of the ancestors, but there were also taboos, they would re-prepare the coffin to bury the ancestors, and the abandoned 'ten pages of tiles' would often be discarded in the deep mountains and old forests, and eventually become the bones of the drifters and beggars who died in the wilderness.

It's just, how can there be 'ten page tiles' in this cabin? Mu Zhengyang couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

Huang Sanshou stood up, exhaled, and laughed at himself. "Inside this iron ship, it is really a coffin in a coffin, a tomb in a tomb, not a place for the living."

Mu Zhengyang looked at the two iron feet in surprise and said seriously. "Have you seen the nail in front of you before?"

Huang Sanshou nodded, as a response, he had seen it before, but as soon as he saw the layout of the 'old house', he was so frightened that he retreated, and he didn't count it carefully, and suddenly asked again. 'See how many?' ’

Mu Zhengyang said. "Eighteen in total."

Huang Sanshou shouted, his face unusual. "What, eighteen?"

Mu Zhengyang was looking at him. "Any questions?"

Huang Samshudo. "The Huang family locks the coffin, five locks are auspicious, seven locks are blessed, nine locks are expensive, nine is the extreme, the people of the Huang family lock the coffin, never more than this, since ancient times, unless," he didn't continue, patted his legs and ran inside.

Mu Zhengyang only took two steps, only to hear a voice from inside. "It's over, it's over, this lock is broken!"

Liuzi was surprised, "Gang Leader Huang, is there anything wrong?" The inspector said that this iron ship is a big coffin, and it is it that locks it. ”

Huang Sanshou scolded angrily. "It's not just a big coffin, this ancestor of the Huang family ate the courage of a bear's heart, died and locked the 'Netherworld Yellow Spring Coffin' and the 'Ten Pages Tile' together?" Mu Zhengyang wondered. "And the 'Netherworld Yellow Spring Coffin'? How are these two coffins locked together? ”

"Look at these corpses, can't you see that they are the corpses in the 'Ten Pages Tile', but how can there be so many corpses in this 'Ten Pages Tile'?" Huang Sanshou was a little uncertain, and pointed to the nine iron nails in the northwest, and said. "This is called the soul nail, three nails to fix the murderer, three circles inside, three circles outside, can trap the evil qi in the coffin and not move." I thought, this ancestor has also made a bloody investment, broken for decades, the Huang family has never set three circles to fix the soul, this nail went down, trapped the things in the coffin, and nailed himself alive, he said while stroking the nail with his hand, and I don't know if the other party has moved his hands and feet on the nail, he crossed a circle with his right hand, and touched the snake scale skin of the rough hand, this is right, the Huang family used the snake scale nail, and then touched, I couldn't help but feel a chill on my back, it was a hand full of black ink, it seems that the nail was soaked in black ink before, He turned sharply to Mu Zhengyang. "Detective, I'm afraid this ancestor is not dead!"

"How so?" Mu Zhengyang also squatted down to check.

"Nine sons and three circles to set the murderous soul, is the rule of my Huang family, often are bound to some immortal spirits, the nine sons set the soul nail once hit, it shows the viciousness and impermanence, my Huang family, through the destiny of heaven, know the blessing, not afraid of disasters and death, since the nail, is holding the mind of death, this nail has no blood, indicating that the ancestor retreated."

The old smoking gun was startled, and touched the iron nail in the southwest of his feet a few times, and the slippery viscous liquid in his hand, he put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, it was good human blood, and said suspiciously. "And which of these nails was hit?"

Huang San shook his head with his hands, but he couldn't answer.

Mu Zhengyang listened strangely, and asked with a frown. "Huang Gang Leader, according to you, what the master determined is the 'Huangquan Netherworld Coffin'? Or 'ten-page tiles'? ”

"'Netherworld Yellow Spring Coffin'?" Huang Sanshou whispered uncertainly, and shook his head again. "It's like a 'ten-page tile.'"

Mu Zhengyang is colorful. "Which exactly?"

Huang Sanshou was a little confused and shouted. "How do I know which one is called Hanako, these two coffins are buckled together."

Mu Zhengyang's face became more and more solemn, and there was a little chill in his heart, and Huang Sanshou continued. "Now it's the undead extradition of Huangquan Dangkou, this big coffin has already passed the ferry, Detective, I want to thank your Mu family's 'one leaf wearing gold' stunt."

The old smoker scolded. "Call Hanako, are you confused, don't you know that 'a leaf wears gold' can't get water? Want to defeat the detective? ”

Huang Sanshou said anxiously. "What do you say? As soon as this ferry crosses, let's wait for the ghost boat to pull it away. ”

The old smoker looked at Mu Zhengyang with an ugly face, and his eyes revealed the color of what was indeed happening, and Liuzi reminded in a low voice. "Young master, the ancestor is not allowed to touch it, this is a violation of the rules of the family for hundreds of years, you can rest assured of the master's situation, the life of the dead soul and wild ghost is not comfortable."

Mu Zhengyang has been different from others since he was a child, and his fate has been burdened with too many rules and regulations, so he left home at a young age, broke with the clan, and killed less after joining the army, blood spattered on the battlefield, he has seen too many deaths, he has long been numb, and he has seen through the life and wealth, and the ups and downs of life, and some of the rules and regulations do not need to be adhered to, but it makes him feel hated from the bottom of his heart, Mu Zhengyang waved his hand, and his face was yin and yang, so-called, ' A leaf wears gold', is a coffin to explore the stunt, even if the coffin of Yama, with the skills of the Mu family, only with a gold and a leaf can be easily found out for you, it stands to reason, such an abandoned iron ship, without a few so-called coffins, and no one will care, even if it is really a ghost ship, if it is really strange and vicious, it can be destroyed directly, on the port of Jiangtou, there are all army guards, and even artillery has been transferred, a round iron egg, it will be blasted into the river and there will be no moths. But the ancestors of the Huang family specially sent it and looked for him by name, even Huang Sanshou knew that the situation was strange, and he also set up a formation to find the coffin, I am afraid that the reason inside will not be so simple. Mu Zhengyang exhaled, since he stepped on the ghost ship, he had never felt so uneasy at this moment, he turned to the sixth son, and sighed, "Did you bring the master's golden spirit money?" ”

"Take it, hexagonal square money." The sixth son stared at him urgently, wanting to speak and stopping.

Mu Zhengyang is colorful. "I know what you're going to say, I told you, it's just me who is the ghost, and nothing can restrain me." Again. "I'm afraid that thing can't be shaken, change it to seven star baht."

"Qixing Baht, half of the corner was lost by the ancestor the year before last, it was a defeat that broke the rules, young master, have you forgotten?" Liuzi said a word, and then said softly. "When the uncle of the Buddhist family went to Guangzhou last month, he told you that this month you are taboo, and the golden bull is against the water, saying that you are not allowed to touch it."

"Then don't let it go into the water." Mu Zhengyang glanced at the old smoking gun, his face was ugly, and he commanded Huang Sanshou again. "Three hands, you help with the nine-section whip."