What the hell is it? I saw a bright female corpse standing in the humanoid coffin, and it was more of a beautiful woman than a female corpse. Leaning on the yellow mottled copper coffin, under the light of the kerosene lamp, the woman's complexion was as crystal clear as jade, like a crescent moon, like flowers and trees piling up snow, and her perfect and delicate makeup was never damaged in the slightest. Her figure was graceful, fat and well-proportioned, and she was dressed in a red robe inlaid with gold thread. Looking at the age of about eighteen or nineteen, a round goose egg face, black eyes, and even the eyelashes above are so naturally raised. The cheeks were flushed as if they had just been smeared against the white and tender skin, the thin eyebrows were like a willow leaf, and the red lips were as bright as if they were dripping blood......

If it weren't for the long black and sharp nails at the tips of those hands, they would all like to believe that this was just a fresh girl who had just been put in, and she stared at Lao Pi like that, revealing an indescribable ferocity.

Wang Ling's talisman was in a hurry, but it was also just right, but it was posted horizontally on the forehead, and I don't know if it was the talisman that worked, or if this was simply an incorruptible female corpse, in short, she never had any abnormal movement during the period when Lao Pi reacted and came out a few feet away.

The air seemed to freeze, and Wang Ling tried to pull Lao Pi up, but his arms were also unable to exert his strength, and he sat down with his butt in the second toss. The poet was originally timid, so he didn't dare to look at it head-on, and after hearing Li Xin's scream, he scratched his arm and immediately threw away his female companion in fright, and ran out of the distance without looking back, trembling and asked, "Alive?" ”

At this moment, the only thing that is normal at the scene is Zheng Jiuwu, he looked carefully around the coffin as if he was looking at a work of art, and slowly turned back to face the woman, he actually stretched out a hand towards the coffin.

"What are you going to do!" Wang Ling shouted, "Don't touch that talisman!" At this moment, Wang Ling firmly believed that he had encountered a zombie, if there was no talisman, the female corpse would rush out, and it was recorded in the book that this kind of thing was invulnerable and very difficult to deal with.

Seeing that Zheng Jiuwu's hand was about to touch the talisman on the female corpse's face, for some reason he moved down a few inches, only to see that his hands suddenly pinched the female corpse's cheeks and pinched it gently, and with a "pounce", the female corpse spit out a small dark green ball from her mouth. Holding the ball in his hand, he slowly turned around and spread his palm to Wang Ling and the others: "I heard that when Sun Dianying robbed the tomb of the Empress Dowager Cixi, he opened the coffin, and the sleeping Lafayette was still lifelike, and finally he took out a bead from the mouth of the old empress dowager, which is said to keep the corpse fresh and incorruptible. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a soft "squeak" sound behind him, and when Wang Ling turned his gaze behind him, he saw that the female corpse that was still alive just now had an astonishing change, and her skin began to age rapidly, as if she had transitioned from a girl to an old woman in just a few seconds. Then there was a "snap", and her whole body suddenly collapsed, and the red robe that was still like a new weave quickly dimmed, and in a blink of an eye, the female corpse became a pile of white bones wrapped in rags......

"This ......" Lao Pi looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and Zheng Jiuwu made a more crazy move, only to see him take the bead in his hand twice and then turn around and throw it towards the sea water in the distance, this time the old skin was immediately pulled back to reality from the paralyzed state just now, he struggled to get up like a bull and rushed to Zheng Jiuwu and then viciously dragged him over and spat and roared: "Fuck you crazy!" That's a baby! ”

Zheng Jiuwu gently patted the old skin's hands holding his clothes and said casually: "This kind of bead is used to block the breath that people have not finished spitting after death, as long as this breath of resentment is still there, the corpse can die without decay, and over time that breath will all be hidden in that bead, if you are not afraid of causing trouble for yourself in the future, you can pick it up and put it in your mouth, maybe you can really stay young forever!" ”

As soon as he heard this, Wang Ling felt that it made sense, and in all the legends about zombies, he invariably mentioned that the grievance after death is held in the throat to form a zombie, and one of the ways to crack it is to pierce the throat with a peach wood sword to make the grievance dissipate, and the zombie is naturally not powerful.

"Then you can sell it if you don't need it!" Lao Pi still felt a pity, but Zheng Jiuwu's words made Wang Ling a little admired, and he only heard him say: "I never do anything that harms people, and whoever gets that kind of bead will not end well." ”

"Really?" Lao Pi turned to look at Wang Ling, who nodded to him and said: "Regardless of whether that female corpse is a zombie or not, such a thing must not be auspicious, and besides, that person has been dead for hundreds of years and has it in his mouth, I don't know how many germs it will be touched, so it is better to throw away the things used by the dead." Wang Ling was a little conservative when he said this, because he still didn't know if it was the talisman that worked, or if it was just the corpse's muscle reflex, and in any case, he didn't approve of such a thing.

Waiting for Lao Pi to still look at the sea water in the distance stupidly, Zheng Jiuwu returned to the bronze coffin, only to see him groping up and down in the copper coffin, and after a while, he took out something like a rouge box from it. Seeing this, Lao Pi chased after him again and asked: "You are so interesting, who was ashamed to say that dead people's things can't be asked for just now, but now they secretly put them in their pockets?" ”

"Wang Ling," this was the first time Zheng Jiuwu called his name, and as soon as Wang Ling looked up, he saw a box flying towards him, and he reached out and grabbed it. "Take it, we have something else to do."

"What's the matter?" Wang Ling looked at the beautifully made box and thought to himself, isn't this the rouge used by the female corpse for burial? As soon as he thought of this, he was a little stunned, what the hell is Zheng Jiuwu doing?

"Open it and take a look." He said: "If I guess correctly, this thing is the key, it is hidden in the copper coffin behind the female corpse, and there is a clever secret grid inside, this thing must be very important for this female corpse to guard." ”

The box is square, slightly larger than the average matchbox, and the material should be a good huanghuali, with a faint fragrance in the hand. The surface of the box is carved with a fingernail-sized ship, and the hull is clearly recognizable, from the raised sails to the guns on the side of the ship. There is a small buckle on the side of the box, Wang Ling gently flicked it, it is still as free to move as it was hundreds of years ago, what could it be in this? With great curiosity, Wang Ling gently opened it with trembling hands and saw that it was a broken "piece of paper" inside.

"What, undead?" The poet asked, hiding in the distance and stretching his neck.

"It's a piece of broken paper." He said truthfully, and then handed the box to Zheng Jiuwu in the distance, hoping that he could come and get it.

Carefully taking out the "paper", with the help of the kerosene lamp, Zheng Jiuwu turned his gaze back to the iron-hulled ship and said, "Did you say that there was still next to the coffin just now?" ”

Lao Pi didn't say a word, Zheng Jiuwu asked again, and then Wang Ling reminded him: "What about you." ”

"Ask me?" Lao Pi said very unhappily: "I don't have a name? Am I air? What are you dragging here, you really make yourself like a boss. ”

"You don't have to answer," Zheng Jiuwu took the piece of paper and said to Wang Ling and Lao Pi: "This is not paper but a sheepskin, a very thin sheepskin," he beckoned the two to look over, only to see that under the illumination of the kerosene lamp, there were many lines faintly exposed inside the sheepskin, twisted and twisted, and there were lines, both straight and vertical.

"This is part of a nautical chart," Zheng Jiuwu said: "I'm sure it's from Mao Ruxian's hand, there are not many people who know how to make that kind of corpse, he is proficient in yin and yang, it is indeed a good way to hide the map behind the corpse, if you are not careful, you will be killed by the female corpse on the spot." ”

Wang Ling asked, "Do you mean that there may not be Wang Zhi's treasure in this place, and the real treasure needs to rely on this nautical chart?" ”

"I'm not sure right now, but it's so important and secretive that I can't escape it."

Wang Ling looked up not far away, he lowered his head and said: "If we dig like this again, we will pass the time when the sea tide is low, and the next time will be at least half a month later, there is neither food nor fresh water here, we can't hold on." ”

"Don't panic about this," Zheng Jiuwu pointed to the big vermilion lacquer coffin that he dug up earlier, "It will help us get out." ”

"Hiding in a coffin?" Wang Ling was not sure, he set his eyes on Lao Pi, who pondered for a while and said: "If the length of the part of this cave that is not covered by the sea is not more than ten meters, then it is completely possible to stuff Jingjing and the poet into it, and then we will dive through that section with the coffin, provided that the distance is not long, otherwise if we encounter turbulence, I am afraid that I will not even know how to die at that time." But I don't think it's too long, otherwise the poet would have drowned in his beating spirit. ”