Four chains are crossed and tied to the coffin in a cross shape, and the other end is wrapped around the top of a stone pillar carved with the sun, moon and stars, and the bronze coffin hangs in mid-air, about a meter above the ground, and cannot go to heaven or hell.

Stand in front of the coffin.

My heart was going to beat out of my chest.

The feeling was not just panic, but more of an instinctive human reaction.

Rusty shell casings were scattered around the coffin, and the walls next to it were cracked by the explosion, while the coffin and stone pillars showed no signs of destruction.

I can't imagine what it was like when the mortar bombarded the bronze coffin.

It's a pity I don't have that tape, or I'd have to see what was holding back the powerful shells that could blow up the bunkers.

Looking at the bronze coffin in front of me, which has been lonely for thousands of years, my heart is always beating violently, but I can't help but reach out and touch it.

The surface is covered with a slippery layer of fog, and the tentacles are cold.

It's like touching a cold, damp heart.

My eyes stayed on the lid of the coffin, and in a small flat area, several clear scratches were very abrupt, zigzag, and meandering, forming two cursive Chinese characters - Dongyang!

Grandpa's inscription on the lid of the coffin turned out to be my name!

In fact, I can understand, I can understand his intentions, it is sustenance.

I grew up with my grandfather, and I am the only one in this generation with the surname Dong, and of course my grandfather will entrust me with lifelong regrets.

Back then, my grandfather and grandfather both entered here, but before they died, they made different choices.

My grandfather engraved my name on the bronze coffin and went home and burned the score, while my grandfather made a deal with the witch's descendants and passed it on to the next generation in the form of a will.

I don't judge who chooses better, I just know that it's really fate.

As I could see it, the shredded voice sounded again without warning.

So close, the sound seemed to penetrate my eardrums and hit my soul, and my heart fluttered, and I quickly retracted my hand on the lid of the coffin.

I actually understood what the coffin was saying!

I heard it say, "Dongyang, help me...... Dongyang, help me ......"

I remember that before she came, Miao Miao said that when she was sleepwalking, she heard someone shouting: Miao Miao, help me, Miao Miao, help me......

It turned out to be true.

I hurriedly retreated, a few meters away from the coffin, and the cry for help still echoed in my ears, as if I could understand the whispers in the bronze coffin when I entered the door.

"Who are you? Why did I save you? ”

I asked, squeezing my pounding heart so that my voice didn't tremble.

"Dongyang, help me...... Dongyang, help me ......"

"If you don't tell me who you are, I'll leave now!"

I turned around and left.

But I couldn't take a step.

Around this coffin, there seemed to be an invisible binding force, which made me feel that the whole person was being grasped by a pair of huge hands, and it was a little difficult to even breathe.

"Dongyang, help me...... Dongyang, help me ......"

The sound is like a gramophone on cassette, sharp and hoarse, repeating and seductive.

Not only did I not take a step, but I also had the urge to retreat, and I tried my best to control my legs, and before I knew it, I was sweating on my back.

The cries for help continued for two or three minutes before stopping.

I slumped on the floor, gasping for air.

At this moment, I feel first-hand why so many people jump off the building.

If someone hears this cry for help in their sleep, their body is asleep, but their mind is firmly pulled by this sound, and they can't control themselves at all, they just go straight in the direction of the sound.

There are windows that open windows, doors that open doors, and walls that hit walls until you wake up from a dream.

The source of sin is indeed this bronze coffin.

As long as I open it, or destroy it, I can not only get the bone flute inside, but also solve the tragedy of countless students falling from the building over the years from the root, the best of both worlds.

Of course, I now seriously doubt that the bronze coffin is not a bone flute at all.

No one has ever opened it, and my grandfather didn't dare to tell me about the existence of the bone flute until he died, and there is a reason for him.

Besides, the legend of the bone flute is so beautiful that I can't associate it with such an evil thing.

I took a moment's heck, got up from the ground, and walked back to the bronze coffin.

Look at your watch, there are still ten minutes until the next cry for help.

As long as the coffin doesn't scream, I don't have any big reactions, and after getting used to the environment here, my heartbeat is not so strong, and I even feel relaxed.

Look at the bronze coffin in front of you.

The bronze coffin as a whole does not have any traces of splicing, like a naturally formed square copper block, it is difficult for me to imagine how it was made, with modern technology may not be able to make it so perfect, I doubt that it is solid.

I pushed the bronze coffin hard, and it was able to push it, and it was suspended by chains and swayed slightly, like a swing.

Judging from the feel, it is definitely not solid, it is very light, and the coffin wall should be very thin, and it is estimated that it is not as heavy as the coffin in the laboratory.

Since it is bound by chains, it must have its intentions, and if you want to open the coffin, of course, you must first untie the chains.

And the other end of the chain is wrapped around the four pillars, and as long as the four pillars are destroyed, the chains will be loosened and will not be untied.

So, the real difficulty is these four stone pillars.

The stone pillar is carved with the pattern of the sun, moon and stars, and is erected in the four directions of southeast, west, and northwest, much like a certain Qimen formation in ancient times, suppressing the bronze ancient coffin in the middle.

I think that when the Japanese army bombarded the coffin with mortars, the shells did not touch the bronze coffin at all, but were dissolved by some force generated by the stone pillars.

Although I now believe that there are supernatural events in the world, I also believe in the basic principle of modern physics, which is that if a cannonball does hit a bronze coffin, no matter how hard the coffin is, it will leave scratches.

As for how to destroy these four stone pillars......

If I can think of it, my ancestors have thought of it a long time ago, and even when the Nanling School was built in the late Qing Dynasty, it was destroyed, and it was not my turn to get an axe here.

The seniors must have exhausted all the methods they could think of, and in the end it turned out to be in vain, so why should I repeat the same mistakes.

I don't need to bother with this stuff.

Because I'm here to pick up things from the air!

Maybe Wu Yejing's aerial fetch when she stole the painting back then was fake, but I will really fetch it in the air!

Before I came, I thought about it, I chose stud, and put my life on the line, either life or death, 50% each.

Since I can stand here and see the bronze coffin, it proves that I have won the bet.

Because

I remember vividly,

Once I entered the basement, I held my breath, lifted the lid of the corpse pool, and plunged headlong into it.

I must have suffocated in a pool of corpses.

Now I am just like the last time I accidentally suffocated in the basement, I can come and go as freely.

I felt exactly the same as usual, I could feel the cold, I could feel the pain, even my backpack was still there, I could use the flashlight inside, I could eat the canned food I brought.

I remember last time, I also found a particularly bizarre thing, that is, the security guard pulled me out of the clock tower, the door was sealed, when I entered the door, I tore off a small piece casually, and unconsciously put it in my pocket, but after I came back to life, it was really in my pocket!

Incredible!

So, if I can get the contents of the coffin this time and go back the way I came, back to the corpse pool, I should still be able to wake up, and the things are still there.

It's like I didn't go in at all, and took out the contents of the coffin out of thin air.

Since no one of us has come in, no matter how evil this broken temple is, no matter how powerful the mechanism is, what can I do!

So I'm not afraid of this place at all, and I won't be able to scare me like Wu Yejing said, I'm unscrupulous.

What chains.

What stone pillars.

What formations.

Get out of the way!

As long as I am determined not to be taken away by that voice, I can just pick up a hammer and smash the coffin!

I don't know why I'm like this, but I seem to understand what my grandfather said: the sun is still coming back......

The day should refer to me, because my name is Yang.

It means that when I die, I will stand up again......

It sounds, but it's true.

Before the cry for help sounded, I took out the prepared tools from my backpack, a special alloy wire saw specially bought for the bronze coffin, and sharpened the iron like clay.

Even if it's solid, I'm going to cut it in half.