These silver wires are made of very pure silver, and the Qi field on them is very clean, and theoretically should have a good ability to ward off evil spirits.

The silver wire is used to suppress evil spirits, and the black iron coffin is also used to suppress evil spirits.

It seems that some kind of evil has indeed been suppressed in this bed.

It's just that this evil is not too fierce, because the Zhang family only used silver and dark iron to suppress evil materials, but did not arrange the formation to suppress evil, which means that that thing can be suppressed without mental power.

Wu Lin and I worked together to pull the mattress down, only to find that the bed board was also made of dark iron, and there were four shackles on it, judging from the distribution of the shackles, they should have been used to bind someone's wrists and ankles.

Seeing these shackles that were almost rusted and broken due to disrepair, I suddenly remembered the long-haired monster that had been killed by Wu Lin earlier.

These things can't be used to bind it, right?

Wu Lin picked up one of the shackles and hit the flashlight on it, and sure enough, there were residual white hairs on the shackles.

He then shone his flashlight on the blackiron board, and when the beam of light swept over the central area of the board, an unusually smooth sheen immediately appeared on the board.

I reached out and touched the bed, the edges of which were still rough, but a large area in the middle had been completely slippery.

This weird sense of oil slip is actually very common, in a relatively old scenic spot, often see such a scene, that is, some unique stone statues and live metal statues are often rubbed by tourists with their hands, over time, it becomes very smooth, and that smooth and sandpaper, file grinding out of the feel is different, the greasy feeling is stronger.

And the central area of the bed board is exactly such a feel. It was the living who used their own skin to grind it into its present form.

You must know that the wear-resistant ability of dark iron is very strong, and it will take at least ten years to grind it by relying on human skin.

Wu Lin deliberately swept the shackles repeatedly, intending to let me take a closer look at the landing point of the light spot.

I knew exactly what he was trying to do, so I nodded at him.

Wu Lin was reminding me that the four shackles on the bed were very thick, not to mention manpower, even if a person had the strength of an elephant, it was impossible to forcibly break them.

The only way to break free from the shackles is to wait until the shackles are severely rusty, and then break them with force.

I slammed the flashlight at the doorway behind me, the bronze door that had been artificially pierced, at least two feet thick.

Staring at the miserable white spot of light directly above the doorway, I couldn't help but shudder in my heart.

I don't know how long the hairy monster has been trapped here, but in the darkness of the day, he has remained conscious, he waited until the moment the shackles were broken, and the moment when the bronze door and tomb wall were dug through, but finally he did not wait for the moment to see the light of day again.

If I'm not mistaken, the grave robbers must have been killed shortly before we entered, and the hairy-haired monsters had rejuvenated themselves with the help of their blood, and had wanted to get out through the cave, but they ran into Wu Lin, the evil star.

Whether the hairy monster has a good or evil heart, allow me to observe a half-minute silence for it.

No kidding, I really feel sorry for it.

At the same time, I was also wondering why such a hairy monster appeared under the ruins of the old Zhang family.

What does this Wuling Gate Valve, which rose three hundred years ago, have to do with Buzhou Mountain before.

When- When-

A crisp metal knock interrupted my thoughts, and I came back to my senses to see Wu Lin lying on his stomach in front of the bed, tapping the bed board with his fist.

Normally, the sound of something made of Xuantie should be very muffled when it is beaten like this, but the current movement is really a little too crisp.

Wu Lin also found a problem, he stopped his movements, pressed the whole side of his face on the bed board, and after a while, he raised his head and said to me: "There may be a mechanism under the bed board, but I can't be sure if the bottom is hollow." ”

I nodded, and walked around the bed to take a closer look.

The whole bed is made of dark iron, there are obvious welding marks between the bed board and the bed wall, the molten iron formed after the black iron is melted is very easy to re-condense, and after condensation, the hardness and toughness will be far greater than before, although I have some knives made of alloy, but if you want to rely on that thing to cut the black iron, 10,000 is impossible.

The possibility of directly piercing the bed board is also very small, when Wu Lin knocked on the bed board just now, I can judge that the thickness of the board is about half a foot, even if all the mountaineering nails are chiseled, it can only be chiseled out of a button-sized round hole in the bed board.

Wu Lin could see my concern, so he asked me on the side: "Can this thing be blown through with a bomb?" ”

I shook my head to tell him not to hurry, then crouched down and knocked the floor twice, the sound of the knocking was very muffled, and there should be solid soil underneath the slate.

It seems that the Zhang family still missed a step.

Without me having to speak, Wu Lin had already come to my side and pried up the stone bricks on the ground with a trekking peg, as I had estimated before, there was indeed damp soil under the brick layer.

Then the two of us took out our sapper shovels, first pried over all the stone slabs within a meter square, and then dug into the soil layer violently, and without much effort, dug a tunnel that led directly to the bottom of the dark iron bed.

The underside of the dark iron bed is indeed empty, and after passing through the tunnel more than two meters long, there is a very narrow dark passage.

The width of the tunnel to the left and right is less than a meter, and there is a staircase that slopes down with a large slope, and above us, there is a rusty copper plate.

This copper plate should be bonded together with the bed board made of dark iron, which caused the sound made by Wu Lin to be too crisp when he just knocked on the bed board, and it was his knocking that also caused the shock of the copper plate, and the sound we heard at that time was made by the copper plate and the black iron plate together.

I was sweeping the light above my head, and Wu Lin asked on the side, "Do you want to go deeper, what do you want?" ”

"I'm wondering what this copper plate is for."

Wu Lin didn't discuss it with me again, turned around and walked towards the depths of the dark passage, I stared at the copper plate for a while before I quickly followed.

Walking down the dark passage, the deeper you walked, the more humidity in the air became, and in the end, the entire jacket was covered with water droplets, and from time to time water slipped down your forehead, so that Wu Lin and I had to often use the back of our hands to clean up the water droplets that were about to flow into our eyes.

This feeling is worse than soaking yourself in water.

Fortunately, the secret passage was not particularly deep, and after walking for about fifteen minutes, we entered the tomb at the bottom of the secret passage.

I thought that there might be a big tomb underground, but I didn't expect that what was waiting for us was such a small stone chamber with an area of only five or six square meters.

The place was dark and damp, surrounded by walls, with only a sarcophagus in the middle of the stone chamber.

The sound of the water flowing from time to time was in my ears, and this place must be very close to the river veins below, otherwise the humidity would not be so heavy, and the oxygen would not be so abundant.

Wu Lin pinned the flashlight to the shoulder strap and pointed the gun at the sarcophagus, while I walked to the sarcophagus with the flashlight and looked at it.

The age of the completion of this tomb should be in the Kangxi period, which is also the era when Song Baoshan was in turmoil and the Zhang family in Wuling suddenly made a fortune, but this coffin is a product of the Wu Anniversary, and the workmanship is simply rough to the outrageous bottom, I also saw it for the first time in my life, the stone slab used to make the coffin was not smoothed, and there were large patches of uneven pits on it.

In my eyes, this kind of thing is not a coffin anymore, at most a gabion haphazard enclosed with broken stone slabs.

However, the walls of the coffin are rough, but the coffin lid is very finely polished, and the shape is no different from the coffin lid common in the Tang Dynasty.

In other words, it's a gabion with a coffin lid pressed on it.

Wu Lin leaned over to me a little and picked the muzzle of the gun, meaning to let me lift the lid of the coffin and take a look.

I happened to have this idea, so I grabbed the edge of the coffin lid and gradually lifted it up.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was opened, Wu Lin immediately stepped forward and aimed the muzzle of the gun at the inside of the coffin.

I put the heavy lid on one side, picked up the flashlight, and poured the light into the coffin.

There is a dried corpse wearing the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, after so many years, although it has not been transformed, but in such a humid environment, it has not even decayed, and there is a faint aroma all over the body, which is a kind of conformity smell, with the bitterness of wormwood after burning, and the freshness of rosemary.

Wu Lin reminded me on the side: "You turn off the flashlight." ”

As he spoke, he had extinguished the flashlight on his shoulder strap.

I was a little confused: "What are you going to do?" ”

Wu Lin pointed at the corpse in the coffin with the muzzle of his gun: "It seems to be glowing." ”

When he said this, I also turned off my flashlight, and the tomb was instantly plunged into complete darkness.

I had been accustomed to the brightness of the flashlight, but suddenly it dimmed, and my vision became very poor, and I couldn't see anything at all. It took me a while before I had a vague sense that there was indeed light in the coffin.

As my eyes became more accustomed to the dark environment, I finally saw clearly, the face and palms of the dried corpse did emit a faint light, but the light was so faint that I couldn't tell whether it was a blueish green or a greenish blue.

Wu Lin whispered: "I didn't smell the phosphor, this corpse should be self-luminous." ”

It's unlikely, how can a human corpse glow on its own, and it's not a firefly, at first I was thinking, it must be the Zhang family who smeared a special phosphor on the surface of the corpse.

I said to Wu Lin: "Light it up." Wu Lin also turned on the flashlight at the right time to help me illuminate the light.

(End of chapter)