I crouched on the ground and touched the pile of scattered bones in front of me.

No matter how you touch it, it's not the tactile sensation you just had.

I had clearly touched people's faces, facial features, and skin just now, and that real feeling couldn't make me associate it with illusion.

I can only say, hell.

I picked up the white bones on the ground and placed them neatly in the mahogany coffin.

Bowing to the coffin, he said:

"Give you a bow and let me step on you again, okay? Don't press Lao Tzu anymore, scoundrel. ”

After speaking, he lifted the mahogany coffin again and leaned against it, ready to go up.

With a glance, I saw the words engraved on the fallen bronze coffin, my name.

The cursive character of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing - 東陽.

My grandfather's generation wrote in traditional Chinese, so I always believed that my grandfather carved it, but now I suddenly feel that something is not right......

Because my grandfather's handwriting wasn't so good.

He's just a farmer who has read a book for a few days, and I've seen the Spring Festival couplets he wrote, and the font is really not flattering, and I can only look at it in our mountains.

The bronze coffin is engraved with these two words, the brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are orderly in chaos, which are obviously carved by people who have practiced calligraphy.

Last time, I was in a hurry to saw open the bronze coffin, and the screams in the coffin were too annoying, so I didn't look at these two words carefully.

Looking at it now, the handwriting is very retro, and I don't even think it was engraved by modern people.

The more I look at it, the more depressed I become, and I seriously suspect that someone had the same name as me in ancient times, and the authorities here have recognized the wrong person and locked me up here and won't let me out!

If that's the case, then I'm going to curse the streets.

Never mind.

Anyway, Lao Tzu can get out.

Stepping on the mahogany coffin again, I climbed up the edge of the hole.

As soon as my arm was exerted, my feet sank violently, and my ankle was dragged by someone, so that I failed to grasp the edge of the hole, and fell straight down, falling on my back and lying on my back, dizzy.

Before I could come to my senses, the mahogany coffin tumbled down and smashed into my chest.

I only felt that my chest was hit hard by a hammer, and my internal organs were about to be shattered, and there was a sharp pain in my chest, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

The eyes are dim and dark.

I tried to blink my eyes to get my eyes back to clear, pushed the coffin open with all my strength, and lay on the ground gasping for breath, every gasp I felt like a needle pricking my chest.

scolded angrily in his heart: Lao Tzu bowed to you, why did you smash me, grass your uncle!

After relieving for a while, I sat up with the ground propped up, rubbed my chest, a faint pain, the internal injury was not very serious, and it should be fine after a few days of rest.

Fortunately, Lao Tzu was beaten by his brother since he was a child, and he has a strong ability to resist beatings, otherwise this smash may kill me.

I stood up and kicked the mahogany coffin to vent my anger.

The coffin was kicked over by me, and a girl turned out of the coffin, revealing half of her body, and I was suddenly startled in my heart, and I got closer to take a closer look.

I'm not looking at girls.

There seems to be a word at the bottom of the coffin......

I had just vomited a mouthful of blood, and it was in a small area at the bottom of the coffin, showing several black marks.

There wasn't enough blood, it didn't show completeness, I couldn't tell if it was a word, anyway, it was a code, there must be some secret.

The girl who turned out of the coffin turned into a pile of white bones in the blink of an eye.

The bones are changing and I don't want to pay attention to them.

There was a sharp knife on the ground, it was the silver knife that Xun Qianling stabbed me, I bent down to pick it up, scratched it on the palm of my hand, and while the blood was just oozing out, I reached out and wiped it on the area at the bottom of the coffin.

The blood-stained coffin seems to be able to produce a chemical reaction, the color suddenly darkens and lightens, and black textures appear, forming a striking pattern-

Mark!

This is certainly not painted by Wu Yejing, it should be the symbol of a witch thousands of years ago.

I used to think that "" was the initial letter of Wu Yejing's name, but now it seems that this very artistic "" mark has a special meaning, because there was no pinyin alphabet in ancient times.

There are also a few lines of text next to the logo:

"The hanging coffin fell to the ground and the black wind rose, and the people of Wangwu remembered it......"

This was the witch's secret entrustment to her descendants.

When the bronze coffin fell, the place was smashed open, and others did not know that there were words at the bottom of the coffin, but the descendants of the witch could see the strangeness, so as to see the entrustment of the ancestors.

But the witch didn't expect that the fifth surname had been slaughtered in the village, almost wiped out, and had long since stopped sticking to this place, and was replaced by the Miao family.

And the Miao family doesn't have that ability, and they can't detect that there are words at the bottom of the coffin.

However, today I was touched by my blind cat and accidentally saw ......

The meaning of this entrustment is:

"The fall of the bronze coffin is an ominous sign, I hope my people will remember to kill the person who destroyed the bronze coffin at all costs, otherwise the world will be in chaos."

When I saw these words, my heart trembled.

Because it's the bronze coffin I destroyed!

If the witch's descendants see these words and hunt me down everywhere, I am afraid that I will surely die if they are in their power!

Fortunately, this entrustment is confidential, not the ancestral teachings passed down from generation to generation by the witch clan, and no one can see these words if the bronze coffin does not fall.

But I'm still a little uneasy.

The reason for this is that there was a one-month gap after the last time I destroyed the coffin and escaped, and I am not sure if any of the witch's descendants came here during that month to see this request.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it's nothing, because everyone thinks it's a bronze coffin destroyed by Xun Qianling......

"Ling'er, Ling'er, I didn't expect it, there is a price to be paid for grabbing merit."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The last time I died in the corpse pool, I didn't come in at all, there will be no trace of me here, and no one can find out that it was the bronze coffin that I destroyed.

Xun Qianling, this girl, took the score with her hand and took the score, and she couldn't wash it when she jumped into the Yellow River.

Stood in front of the coffin and watched for a while.

I took a sharp knife and destroyed the text at the bottom of the coffin, and no one would ever know it again.

Then, leave satisfied.

This time I stepped on the coffin, and no one pulled my leg anymore, and I climbed on it smoothly.

Stand in front of four stone pillars.

The "" mark carved by Wu Ye was still clearly visible on the back of the stone pillar in the west, at the blind corner of the normal direction.

Wu Yejing, this girl, also makes me want to laugh.

It was she who pointed out the escape route for me, and if one day she knew the instructions of her ancestors, and knew that I was the culprit who destroyed the bronze coffin, she would definitely regret her death.

But standing in front of the stone pillar at this moment, I didn't have the courage to hit it headlong.

I bent down on the ground and picked up a stone and threw it at the stone pillar, which instantly shattered into sand and scattered all over the ground, without a sound.

These four stone pillars have a characteristic, if you don't attack it, it won't bird you, if you attack it, it will bounce back a hundred times and a thousand times the power back to you.

If I hit my head on it, I'd be wiped out in an instant.

Last time, I was impulsive and had a brain fever, but this time I'm a real living person standing here, and I'm inevitably a little scared.

In the heel of the stone pillar