"Wait," Wang Ling looked at the half of his body that he had drilled down, and then looked down at the sleeping old skin, "I'll be with you." ”

"No need," Zheng Jiuwu smiled faintly and said: "It's already a lot of delay to spend you here, in fact, you don't have to come to this troubled water, that brother waited for him to wake up and compensated him for me, and he started a little harder." After saying this, Zheng Jiuwu went in without looking back, Wang Ling glanced at the poet and Li Xin beside him, and then looked at the black entrance, he turned around and said, "The old skin will be handed over to you!" ”

Before the two of them could respond, Wang Ling had already followed Zheng Jiuwu and got down, and the moment he jumped into the cabin, the kerosene lamp was in front of him, and Zheng Jiuwu seemed to be waiting for him on purpose.

"I knew you'd come." He pointed to his head and said, "Intuition." ”

"Where to go?"

Zheng Jiuwu handed him a towel and said, "Pour some urine and cover your mouth," he pointed to his mouth and said, "Don't be disgusting, I don't think you need me to help you with this kind of thing." ”

Wang Ling muttered a little in his heart, he thought that this was about eight achievements was the reason why Lao Pi was tricked just now, Zheng Jiuwu continued: "Mao Ruxian is a powerful character, he wants to hide something will definitely not be easy for people to find, the so-called yin and yang techniques are just some tricks, the more you are afraid of something, what is most likely to appear, people are often unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood when they are highly nervous, Lao Pi was thinking about the soldiers who died in the boat from the beginning, and there must be some thoughts in his mind that almost caused a big disaster." ”

"What about you?" Wang Ling's eyes swept over Zheng Jiuwu, who was talking there in an orderly manner, how many things about this person he didn't know, and he seemed to know too much.

"You don't trust me," Zheng Jiuwu was very calm when he said this, and he couldn't even find a trace of emotional fluctuations, he smiled faintly: "It's okay, I really don't need your trust, I said you don't use it." ”

The conversation between the two was a little subtle at this point, and the air was filled not only with the smell of urine covering his nose, but also with the indescribable embarrassment. Wang Ling wanted to explain something more, but he found that it was no longer necessary, he felt that Zheng Jiuwu was a very smart person, since he didn't want to do so many things, the less he knew, the better.

Stepping into the room again, there was still a smell of gunfire in the dim cabin, looking at the rotten corpses lying on the wooden plank, Wang Ling frowned, and there were a few bullet casings scattered near the door, all of which responded to what Fang Cai Lao Zheng said. When I entered the house, there was a doll lying on the ground, with an indescribable evil aura. Zheng Jiuwu placed the kerosene lamp on the floor, then lightly tapped the wooden board with his hand, listening carefully to the echo.

"Knock knock" His fingers finally stopped moving, and directly below the desk, after a while, Zheng Jiuwu buckled two "ear" shaped metal objects from the ground, he tried some, and the wooden board was slightly loose.

All these royal tombs are in their eyes, this kind of position, in that situation, what kind of strong heart and cool mind are needed to pay attention to such inconspicuous corners. For this ship, for this island, and even for that period of time, Zheng Jiuwu seemed to be a little too clear, and it was hard for him to believe that Zheng Jiuwu really relied on the so-called sporadic information and speculation that had been "transmitted" for two generations, and a person who seemed to be his own age was a little scared.

"Squeak", sure enough, Zheng Jiuwu opened a secret passage, he lay on the ground, put down the kerosene lamp gently, took a photo, and then turned his head to look at Wang Ling and said: "It's still too late to leave, life and death are often between a thought." ”

Wang Ling followed his footsteps, I don't know how many years this place has not passed a trace of wind, when he went down, Zheng Jiuwu was in a daze with a long wooden "box".

"Another coffin." Wang Ling frowned and looked at it, it was a traditional coffin with lacquer, its bottom four corners were cushioned by a few bricks, and the head of the coffin was placed a kneeling small bronze man, and the bronze man held a tray basin in his hand, and there were some black things left in the basin, it seemed that this was the ever-bright lamp, but the lamp had already been extinguished.

"It's not as simple as you think," Zheng Jiuwu gently wiped the back of the coffin with his hand, only to see that the thick layer of ash was wiped away, revealing a layer of grid-like things. "Heaven and earth," he continued, "the ancient warlocks believed that by popping up the coffin with an ink fountain line, a total of seventy-two squares, the corpses inside would be trapped and not harmed. ”

"Seventy-two stars of the Earth Evil," Wang Ling nodded, "According to legend, zombies are born of evil spirits, and only the evil spirits of the Earth can be more ferocious than it, and because only this method can be used to suppress the evil spirits inside, but we have all seen it, the so-called 'zombies' are just organs made of some crooked and evil methods, and there is no such thing in this world." He pointed to the little bronze man in front of him and said, "You see that there is still a word on his back that the person who is near the coffin is dead, I think it may be more powerful than the female corpses I met before." ”

But Zheng Jiuwu didn't mean to do it in a hurry, he patiently circled the coffin back and forth, it had to be seven or eight laps, and when Wang Ling felt a little dizzy, the kid said: "It's really a big deal, a whole golden silk nanmu is used to make a coffin, the cover plate and the coffin body are connected as a whole, and the only place that can be opened is the front face of this head." ”

"Golden Silk Nanmu?" Wang Ling was stunned for a moment, there was also a coffin like this in his house back then, that was the treasure of the town store of "Wang Ji incense", I heard that the grandfather later promised the coffin to a Taoist priest, according to legend, this kind of coffin is extremely stiff, people buried in it can not rot for thousands of years, it has always been a rare thing that those princes and nobles are vying for, and I don't know where the one on my ancestors came from, and now I am afraid that the material of this coffin alone can be sold for a sky-high price, not to mention the whole coffin.

Looking at Zheng Jiuwu's question about himself, Wang Ling hurriedly said: "My family used to open a coffin shop, no matter how good the coffin is, it is just a scoop that pretends to be dead after all, no one in this world has ever been able to live for thousands of years, but this piece of good material is bad, I will help you open this coffin hijab, it's not too early, we don't know what the mess is like now." ”

There is skill in opening the coffin, and the method like Lao Pi uses brute force, which is not in the eyes of connoisseurs. Why didn't Wang Ling offer to help before, this still has something to do with his personality, Wang Ling has never been a person who is willing to show his face in many things, and the years he followed his grandfather were all ancient books of self-cultivation, and it has long been his current personality, which has also achieved his current calmness that does not match his age. If a man wants to achieve great things, he knows that forbearance is a necessary way, and most of the results will not be too good if he loves to be in the limelight.

I saw Wang Ling walk to the coffin, put his ear on it, and patted it lightly with his hand, and then did it in turn with his fingers, and then gently probed the probed place where the coffin lid was raised with his fingers, and said to Zheng Jiuwu: "Are you ready?" I'm going to do it here. ”

Zheng Jiuwu nodded at him to indicate that it was okay, only to see Wang Ling gently bite his lip and exert his force, this coffin that had been buried for hundreds of years actually made a "click" sound, he only felt that the tenon that was clasped by his fingers was loose, and a cool feeling came from his fingertips in an instant, making him can't help but change his face, this feeling is a little too strange!

After hesitating for a moment, without waiting for Zheng Jiuwu to question again, Wang Ling gently loosened the finger that was pressed in, and the other end of the tenon bounced back as if it was loaded with a spring, and at this moment, a crisp sound of wooden plank knocking came from the coffin!

"Bang!" Wang Ling, whose fingers were still on the coffin, was so frightened by the shock that he retracted, and he couldn't help but think of all kinds of legends about ghosts and the like, but he had never felt this way because he had a mind that surpassed that of his peers. But now he could not hesitate for a moment, and the tenon that was released left a depression, and as long as he pulled it out with two fingers, the front cover of the coffin would be completely opened.

I don't know why, at this time, Zheng Jiuwu moved before Wang Ling made a move, and by the time Wang Ling reacted, others had already been dragged backwards by Zheng Jiuwu and flipped to the ground. Before he could get up, the coffin cover over there was already in the man's hand, and then Wang Ling saw that Zheng Jiuwu was like crazy and hit the coffin wildly with the heavy round cover......