"No, it's too fast!" Xu Hong didn't see Jiang Jun's disappearance, and replied to Xu Shu in a surprised tone.

Jiang Jun's disappearance out of thin air can indeed surprise everyone, at that time, as long as the Xu Shu brothers and sisters knew, and the other archaeological team members did not get close to watch, even if they got closer, they might not be able to see Hu Dao and Jiang Jun, unless the luck was very bad.

"Who is he talking to?" Someone in the archaeological team asked.

Obviously, even Hu Daoren, Jiang Jun, and that unknown voice they couldn't hear.

After Xu Shu searched in the tomb, he really didn't find Jiang Jun's shadow, so he had already given up the search and turned his attention to Hu Daoren.

"Brother, I took the nonsense first." Xu Hong also realized that even if he wanted to find Jiang Jun, he had to clean up the nonsense people first, and it would be a disaster to stay in him.

Xu Shu nodded, and slowly walked to the nonsense man who was leaning against the wall, pressing the broken right arm with his left hand, and bent down to pick up the steel sword that fell to the ground on the way.

Hu Daoren saw the glowing ghost ornament and wanted to snatch it away, but he didn't expect that the ghost ornament was a magic weapon, and things like evil were untouchable, and when the palm touched the part of the ghost ornament and began to make him feel pain, he was about to let go, but unexpectedly, Xu Shudeng split his arm with a cast steel sword.

From blocking Xu Shu to take Jiang Jun away, from pride, surprise to surprise, stunned, and finally to the current horror and resentment, Hu Daoren's expression is complex and changeable, and it has changed many times in this moment.

Black blood overflowed from the severed arm, like a mud that had accumulated and deteriorated, and it was black and foul-smelling.

"Boy, you're ruthless today, but I'm not something you can accept, see you later!" Hu Daoren said, swished, and transformed into a phantom, so fast that even Xu Shu's gaze couldn't keep up, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Xu Shu was the only one standing in the tomb at the moment, and the light from the lights off searched back and forth in the rectangular tomb.

"Brother, in the red lacquered coffin." Xu Hong pointed to the huge red lacquer coffin and said to Xu Shu in the tomb.

Xu Hong's lamp has been shining in the tomb, everything is clear under the strong light, but the strong light is dark, and the moment the nonsense man disappeared, Xu Hong's headlamp just happened to shine on the red lacquer coffin.

Xu Shu turned around and walked to the red lacquer coffin, this is the first time Xu Shu has seen the red lacquer coffin so closely, the red lacquer coffin is one of the common colors of the coffin, the most common are red lacquer and black lacquer coffin, red lacquer is a happy mourning, black lacquer is a lower level. (In many places, the coffins have been made before the elderly die, and the paint is good, black and red, there is no strict color distinction between paint, and there are places where there is no such color distinction at all, and some places are funeral customs)

The red lacquer coffin in front of Xu Shu is not the same as the coffin that is often used now, the head is big and the tail is small, the two ends are almost the same size, and the four walls are somewhat arched, but the amplitude is very small.

Most of the red paint has peeled off, and under the paint is a plaster and the like, and the white bottom looks very thick, revealing the true color of the coffin, but it is old and in a damp place, so it has become black, but the wood grain can still be seen.

Xu Shu wiped it with his hand, the paint on the coffin was very fragile, and it would fall off when his hand touched it.

There are no carvings on the coffin, all of them are flat and smooth, and some patterns and words are drawn on the red paint, but the original appearance can no longer be seen on the mottled paint.

Xu Shu circled around the red lacquered coffin, but he couldn't see the special features of the coffin, and he didn't find any information about the age of the coffin and the identity of the owner.

In this case, the value of the coffin preservation has been greatly reduced, Xu Shu is not an archaeological team member, just a ghost hunter Taoist, with the vocation of exorcism and ghost hunting, he raised his hand and knocked on the coffin lid, and a very dull voice came out, the coffin was very thick and damp.

Xu Shu took the iron drill, he was a little hesitant, not afraid of the nonsense man in the coffin, nor afraid of the main owner in the coffin, but worried that the coffin would be broken if the iron drill went down, and the archaeological team would fight with myself.

The red lacquer coffin seems to be intact, and it has been buried in the cool and damp ground for I don't know how many years, but it has actually decayed, and it has been preserved in a good state for the time being.

Xu Shu knocked on the coffin wall again, and the red paint and the bottom fell off one by one, and every time he knocked it, a pile could fall off.

Xiao Wu looked into the tomb from Xu Hong's side, most of the tomb was in darkness, under the light, there was only a red lacquer coffin, and saw Xu Shu holding an iron drill in his hand, so he immediately stopped and shouted: "Daoist Xu, don't open the coffin." ”

Archaeology is different from Xu Shu ghost hunting, archaeology is to seek more historical materials and protect more cultural relics, while Xu Shu ghost hunting, the purpose is only to catch ghosts, and others will not be considered.

Xu Shu didn't dare to start, if he opened the coffin and there were no nonsense people inside, it would be a big trouble, and the crime of destroying cultural relics would outweigh the losses.

"There's something weird inside, what if you don't open it?" Xu Shu asked Xiao Wu rhetorically.

Xiao Wu piggybacked, in fact, he didn't let Xu Shu open it, but he couldn't be the master at all, and he had to wait for the head of this archaeological team to nod, otherwise watching Xu Shu open the coffin without stopping it, his sin was not small.

"Wait for Lao Liu to agree!" Xiao Wu then said to Xu Shu.

Xu Shu walked to the entrance of the cave and asked Xiao Wu, "Old Liu?" How is he doing now? ”

"I haven't woken up yet, I've been sent to the hospital." Xiao Wu told Xu Shu truthfully.

Xu Shu was also quite helpless in the face of this situation, not from the resistance of the ghosts, but from the resistance of the archaeological team, which undoubtedly made him unable to move now, so he had to come out first.

Before Xu Shu went out, he had to seal Hu Daoren in a red lacquered coffin, so that he would not wander around the tomb.

"Xu Hong, come in and help." Xu Shu waved to Xu Hong, and Xu Hong crawled into the tomb.

Xu Shu took an ink fountain from the ghost ornament, and there was already ink in the ink fountain, Xu Shu handed the thread cone to Xu Hong, and the two pulled out black threads and flicked a fist-sized mesh lattice on the red lacquered coffin.

It took some time to finally bounce the entire coffin, except for the side facing the coffin bed, which could not be bounced.

In this way, in the light, the entire coffin was wrapped by red mesh threads, Xiao Wu glanced at the entrance of the cave, and asked Xu Shu curiously: "Daoist Xu, what are you playing?" ”

Xiao Wu, in addition to being curious, was more worried that what was on the coffin would damage the coffin, after all, he could see things, and there was only a huge red lacquer coffin in the entire tomb.

Xu Shu walked to the entrance of the cave and let Xu Hong go out of the cave first, Xu Hong climbed up to the entrance of the cave, Xu Shu supported her around the waist, and then stretched out his hand to Xiao Wu and pulled himself.

Out of the tomb, several archaeological team members stared at Xu Shu, and they all had the same curiosity as Xiao Wu.