I was stunned for a moment, then looked up and asked Professor Kang, "You said this is a willow coffin?" How is it possible, willow wood is the wood of five yin, and it cannot be used to make coffins. ”

Willow, mulberry, locust tree, big-leaved poplar, neem is the tree of the five ghosts, these five kinds of trees are extremely heavy, since ancient times by the folk as an ominous tree. There is a kind of "house taboo" folk song in Kaifeng, Henan: "Don't plant mulberry in front, don't plant willows in the back, and don't plant ghosts in front of the door to clap your hands." "I know that in many places in the north, when an elder dies, the filial son will hold a willow stick as a "spirit flag" to attract the spirit. Because the willow tree is extremely shady, it is not only not suitable to be close to the house, but also not to be made into a coffin to place the deceased.

"If only it were ordinary willow wood." Professor Kang stared at the black coffin in front of him and continued: "That incision is bright and moist, like a living wood, and the material of this coffin is not an ordinary willow tree, but an old willow that has grown for hundreds of years to avoid the shade!" A book of "Coffin Records" was unearthed in the ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty, which recorded the ten evil coffins, one of which was the willow coffin to avoid the shade. This kind of shade-sheltering willow wood does not rot for thousands of years, and it is very easy to absorb the earth's yin, provoke unjust souls, make the undead restless, and the dead corpses change, forming a thousand-year-old corpse. ”

Gu Yixin took a look at a few black coffins in the distance, and asked suspiciously: "Professor, these five coffins in the tomb won't all be shade-sheltering willow wood, right?" ”

"If it's both, it's bad."

As soon as Professor Kang's words fell, a sound suddenly came from the black coffin, the sound was like a sharp claw scratching hard inside the coffin, although it was dull, but it was clear and piercing. I was close to the coffin, startled by the sudden sound, and quickly stood up with my pickaxe in my hand.

I yelled at Gao Moli, "Little brother copy guy!" There is something in this thousand-year-old willow coffin! ”

Who knows, as soon as I finished shouting, the voice seemed to be aware of the movement outside, and suddenly stopped.

I motioned for Gu Yixin and Professor Kang to retreat under the dragon's blood tree, and stood there alertly. I looked at the black coffin in front of me, the coffin body had no seams, it seemed to be carved from a whole section of willow wood, and the coffin lid was two feet thick, and it was tightly covered on the coffin.

Could it be that there really are corpses trapped inside? As I thought, the piercing scratching sound sounded again, this time harder and more frequent, as if trying desperately to break through the heavy willow coffin.

Gao Moli stared at the black coffin, walked quickly to the side of the coffin, saw a line of seal script written in red cinnabar in front of him, frowned, and asked, "What's the name of that friend of yours?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, wondering why he suddenly asked this at this juncture, saying, "Which friend?" Black Bull, you say? His name is Niu Yuan Korea, which means to resist US aggression and aid Korea. ”

"What is his birthday?"

"I don't know, wait, he seems to have said when he asked me to tell the divination, what is it? By the way, August 15, 1982. At that time, he also said that his body shape was destined to be round from birth. ”

Gao Moli said: "Niu Yuan Dynasty, Ren Shu Ding Mo Gengwu Bingzi." ”

I was surprised and asked, "How do you know when he was born?" Fucking born at zero o'clock! ”

Gao Moli pointed to the row of cinnabar deficits on the head of the coffin and said, "It is written here." ”

How could the black bull's birthday appear on this thousand-year-old willow coffin? It was like I had fallen into a pool of steam—confused.

I took three steps and made two steps, and ran over to see that the cinnabar red characters were really the eight characters of the birth date of the black bull. Although I don't recognize the seal script, I often read some feng shui books in Su Ri, and I can barely recognize the notation of the year and time.

"Post a photo of the black bull again, this is a fucking coffin." I was puzzled and said, "How can this be? Could it be that there is ...... in the coffin?"

Before I could finish speaking, Gao Moli had already jumped onto the coffin and pried the copper nails on the lid of the coffin with a sapper shovel. The scratching sound in the coffin disappeared again.

In the distance, Zhang Xuefeng and the mercenaries, who were observing other black coffins, saw Gao Moli about to open the coffin, thought they had found something, and gathered together.

The short mercenary looked at it with interest and said, "In that place, you have to get stuck (knock) three times before opening the coffin, or it will be unlucky." ”

I said angrily: "Stay aside, there was movement in this coffin just now, what it is not certain, in case a zombie will run out, you will not be able to knock your head up." ”

Zhang Xuefeng said goodbye and retreated under the dragon's blood tree with the two mercenaries.

Although the copper nail on the lid of the black coffin was firm, it was pried up by Gao Mo after three or two strokes. He jumped off the coffin, pushed hard with both hands, and the heavy coffin lid flew far away at once, and fell heavily to the ground, shaking the ground.

I grabbed my pickaxe and walked to the black coffin, cold sweat broke out in my palms, and I was too concerned at this time, I just wanted to hurry up and see what was going on.

The black coffin was surprisingly quiet, could it be that I heard the scratching sound just now? I looked into the coffin, and saw that the black coffin was full of red viscous liquid, blood red under the illumination of the tactical spotlights, and the water surface was floating in microwaves.

I peeked in with my feet and saw that there seemed to be a black shadow under the red liquid, twisting and struggling. I immediately recognized Thompson in the Black Shadow's hand, it was the Black Bull's personal weapon.

I hurriedly climbed up to the coffin, and at the same time beckoned Gao Moli: "Hurry up and help, the black bull seems to be really fucking inside." ”

Gao Moli jumped up with one hand on the side of the coffin, stretched out the sapper shovel and salvaged it in the red slime a few times, only to see the black image rolling around like a ball.

"Black Bull, hurry up and grab the shovel head!" I crouched on the edge of the coffin and shouted anxiously.

"He's wrapped." Gao Moli said, lifted the sapper shovel, and shoveled towards the black shadow, only to hear a muffled sound, and the shovel head seemed to be embedded in a hard object.

At the same time, a few drops of red slime burst onto my face, and there was a fishy stench, which smelled like the slime in the sacrificial copper tripod. Gao Moli grabbed the handle of the sapper shovel and threw it up hard, and a transparent ball was lifted out of the red liquid and thrown to the ground.

I hurriedly jumped down, only to see the black bull wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis in a transparent, hard round shell, and he was kicking and struggling inside. Gao Moli's sapper shovel was still inserted in the hard shell, and the strength was just right, and one more point would have to shovel into the black bull's thigh.

I lifted my pickaxe and smashed the hard shell that wrapped around the black bull, but the hard shell was so hard that when I landed with the pickaxe, it was like hitting a piece of iron.

Gao Mo couldn't help but take my pickaxe and knock it on the hard shell a few times, and the hard shell scattered in all directions like broken glass balls.

The black bull stood up suddenly, inhaled the air around him, and said with a pale face: "Fortunately, my fucking lungs are big, or I would have suffocated to death!" ”

When I saw that the black bull was fine, I was overjoyed and said, "You were wrapped in it like an egg yolk just now, what is going on?" How did you get into the coffin? ”

"Don't ask me so much, my brain is short of oxygen, let's slow down first." Black Bull gasped a few more times and continued, "I just fell into the pit and felt like I had fallen on a hardwood plank, and then I didn't know what was going on in a fucking fog. When I woke up, I didn't expect to be in that eggshell. ”

This is so unreasonable, the coffin lid is nailed, how can a big living person get into it out of thin air? And this transparent, hard eggshell, I can't tell what it is. I vaguely felt that things were beyond our comprehension, and this thousand-year-old willow coffin was so fucking weird.

Hei Niu moved his muscles and scolded: "No, Lao Su, I sent you a distress signal inside, didn't you receive it?" It took me half a day to get it out. ”

"Do you mean the scratching sound? To tell you the truth, I just thought it was a trick. Thanks to the little brother who found this thing on the coffin. "Anyway, I'll take him to see the eight characters of his birth on the black coffin.

Hei Niu was puzzled that his birth date was engraved on the willow coffin thousands of years ago, "Who the hell did I provoke?" No wonder luck has always been bad, and the relationship was cursed thousands of years ago. With that, he spat three mouthfuls of saliva into the coffin.

"There's still one here." Gao Moli shouted in front of another black coffin.

The black bull looked up, stunned for a moment, and asked, "Damn, when did so many coffins emerge from the tomb!?" "With that, he and I walked quickly towards Gao Mo. I saw that the black coffin in front of Gao Moli also had a line of cinnabar characters written on it.

"Su Nianbei, Gengshen Jimao Wuxu Jiayin." This is my birthday!

The three of us glanced at each other, and tacitly walked to the black coffin next to us. There was indeed a line of cinnabar characters in front of the black coffin.

I called Gu Yixin over and asked her date of birth, and as expected, the cinnabar deficit was her birthday.

Gu Yixin looked at the black coffin and asked, "How can this be?" How can our birthday characters appear on the thousand-year-old willow coffin? Is it ......?"

"Could it be that these three black coffins are reserved for the three of us?"