Although Gu Changsheng always has a hippie smile, he is not really heartless. He wanted to carefully examine the cause of the death of the Yuan Dynasty in the next night, so as to find some clues from it to help him judge the current situation. There is another reason, and that is his own fetish. Whenever he sees an injured or sick person or a corpse, he always wants to study it, which can be regarded as an occupational disease.

Wan Wan was deeply surprised when she heard this. Gu Changsheng's actions seemed to want to look at the remains of the Xia Ye Yuan Dynasty, but his words and expressions were wrong. She looked at Xue Cheng on the side again, and saw that his expression was serious. Thinking that in the end, they are officials in the same dynasty and people in the four gates, and it is impossible to say that they are not asked to pay homage to their remains. Besides, there should be a few people from the underground gate in this mausoleum, so they must be allowed to see the night for the last time.

Thinking of this, Wan Wan nodded, and went down to hold up the lid of the coffin, intending to take it off completely, so that everyone could come to see it off. Unexpectedly, she reached out and touched a bump, like carved handwriting. Her movements froze.

"There are words under the lid of the coffin."

Gu Changsheng looked over slightly after hearing this, his eyes full of curiosity. Xue Cheng said calmly: "It's a poem." ”

Wan Wan turned her head to look at him, and continued to hold up the lid of the coffin. It is not difficult to surmise that Xue Cheng proposed to come to the Imperial Tomb because he knew early on that there was a mechanism that could hide here. He came here to run to this Cheng Wu's mausoleum, but he didn't tell her in detail, obviously he was wary of her.

If you are wary, you don't have to bother to ask him, it's better to study the reality yourself.

The lid of the coffin was flipped over, and Wan Wan could make out the handwriting on it by the help of two light sources in the tomb. It was a poem.

"The living dead are the living dead, and the four falsehoods are the cause. The sleeping feet in the tomb are chic, breaking the void and stepping on the dust. ”

After reading it, Wan Wan still has the word "啐" in her heart. Cheng Wu was really addicted to copying the goods. The coffin can only be used after it is cold, and he has to copy it when it is cold.

I have to say that he copied it unpopular enough this time, enough to fit that.

Silently spit for a while, Wan Wan was about to put the coffin lid back in place, and her brain suddenly opened. This poem is by Wang Chongyang, although she can't remember the name of the poem, but it is written about the tomb of the living dead, which she will not remember.

What the real tomb of the living dead looks like, no one goes down to explore, so no one knows, but in one of the classics of the old man, there is a description of the appearance of the tomb of the living dead.

The inscription under the lid of the coffin is exactly the details described in that classic.

Wanwan's thoughts were racing in her head, but the movements under her hands did not stop. At this moment, she had already moved the lid of the coffin back to the coffin, and only aligned the position and was about to buckle half of it, leaving only half for people to see, Gu Changsheng hurriedly pushed the lid of the coffin with both arms.

"Sister Awan, Brother Yuanchao's mouth is underwhelming, but don't bury him alive."

Wan Wan's movements paused, "Buried alive?" ”

She looked at the night in the coffin. If a person has no pulse to breathe, how can he still be buried alive. She raised a pair of puzzled eyes and asked Gu Changsheng, "Aren't you dead?" ”

Gu Changsheng nodded like pounding garlic, "I'm not dead." But if you don't save it, you'll really die. ”

Wan Wan immediately said: "Then quickly drag it out and save it." ”

Gu Changsheng grinned, "I was just about to get people out, and the lid came up." ”

Wan Wan hurriedly moved the lid of the coffin, and Gu Changsheng immediately leaned over to hug Ye Yuanchao. Xue Cheng glanced at Wan Wan, and also took Ye Yuanchao out of the coffin.

Several people listened to Gu Changsheng's assignment and tossed around the night. Finally, Ye Yuanchao had a faint breath again.

The brocade-clothed catcher quickly went back to the secret room and called the rest of the people from the Yellow Gate to help with the treatment. There were only four people left in the tomb, including Wan Wan, Gu Changsheng, Xue Cheng and Ye Yuanchao.

Yeyuan Chaoshang was unconscious, and the remaining three stared at each other for a while, and the atmosphere was inexplicably embarrassing and weird.

Wan Wan stood up, held on to the edge of the coffin, and jumped in lightly.

Gu Changsheng was stunned and asked blankly, "Sister Wan, what are you doing?" ”

Wan Wan sat in the coffin, trying to close the lid of the coffin, and when she heard Gu Changsheng's question, she replied, "Let's see if there is any mystery inside." ”

Xue Cheng was silent and said, "When the lid of the coffin is closed, a few things that look like brackets will appear on the right hand side." ”

Wan Wan said: "You really know everything. So what's hidden in here? ”

Gu Changsheng jumped up suddenly, "Isn't Cheng Wenzhong's treasure hidden here?" ”

Even if it is a baby, it is common sense to accompany the burial mausoleum. The more Gu Changsheng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and the more excited his face became.

Xue Cheng's forehead twitched fiercely, and said, "Nothing." Since the disappearance of Cheng Wu and the Four Gates, the Xuanmen has been exploring here for twenty years, and by fifty years ago it was completely abandoned, because there was nothing in it except the secret room. ”

Gu Changsheng said: "You still have a hand." When they found the secret room, they didn't report it. ”

Xue Cheng also pointed and asked: "Who in this world doesn't keep a hand for himself?" ”

As soon as Wan Wan heard that this style of painting was going to be tilted in the direction of Tai Chi, she immediately turned around and continued to close the lid of the coffin.

Xue Cheng said: "Don't bother, the coffin is solid all around, and there is nothing hidden." ”

Wan Wan ignored him, shrunk into the coffin, lifted the lid from the inside, and clasped it tightly. Wan Wan knew that they were wary of her, but she was not afraid that they would take the opportunity to seal the coffin outside. She has a sword in her hand, how can she be afraid of this?

Xue Cheng and Gu Changsheng would not take the opportunity to do this, firstly, they could not be sure if Wanwan had a problem, and secondly, her Bright Moon Knife was incomparably sharp, so they were not afraid of this coffin.

In the spacious coffin, the coffin lid and the coffin body had just been snapped together, and Wan Wan could hear a soft sound on the left side. I reached out and touched it, and sure enough, I felt many large and small bulges. Most of these bumps are round, but one resembles a cross.

If there is a mechanism in it, there must be a sequence of triggers. But the number of these bumps is calculated according to the probability formula, and it may be possible to test it until she dies. What's more, the coffin is sealed, and the air is limited, and the time is limited. The test of opening and closing the coffin lid takes even more time.

Wan Wan touched it carefully again, and felt a sense of familiarity when she touched it. She pushed open the coffin and said to Xue Cheng: "Borrow a lamp." ”

Xue Cheng said: "Don't bother, there's nothing." ”

Wan Wan didn't seem to listen, but just beckoned to him to borrow the lamp. Xue Cheng was not stingy, and generously handed her the glass lamp.

Wan Wan got the lamp and immediately shrank back into the coffin.

Xue Cheng looked at the coffin that had been closed again, and then at Gu Changsheng who was full of excitement beside him, only to feel a feeling of nausea in his heart.

A strong monster, a smiling monster, both heads are not normal. In the current situation, everyone in the four gates still doesn't know where to go, and they got together to discuss a way. But as the hours passed, it was almost dawn, and what were they doing?

Xue Cheng couldn't help but scratch his hair. What did he do that night? If you stay with these two people like this, the Xuanmen will really be ruined.