Jin Mantang had never felt this way, if anything, only once, when he saw a person exactly like him standing in front of him, but he didn't have this deep feeling, he said: "You come and listen, I don't believe it's the same as you." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Jin Yang leaned his ear over and listened carefully for more than ten seconds: "Your heartbeat is very steady, and there is nothing unusual." ”

Jin Mantang's brows furrowed, relieved.

Is there only one heart in it, and nothing else? Jin Yang wanted to see what else was inside, and as soon as his hand touched the heart, it was as if he had been bitten by some unknown insect, and his whole body was numb.

There was a picture of him standing in a burial chamber, the pattern of which was very familiar, with a mural on the wall of a fierce ghost, scorning fangs, and holding a short knife in his hand.

Hey? Isn't this the picture he created in front of him after he touched the big gourd in that ghost building? How did you get here again? However, I must have come here for the sake of the Ming Ware here.

As expected, similar to the previous picture, five meters away in front of him, there was a coffin, he walked over, put a short knife into the coffin and pried open the coffin board, there was a corpse lying inside, the body was still bleeding, covered with rotten sores.

At this time, he suddenly found that his short knife was already stained with blood at some point.

He had seen this scene and suspected that he was the murderer for a while, because he could not see anyone else in the tomb.

By the way, since you are here again, you have to find the murderer.

He rummaged over the surface of the corpse and found that the corpse's heart was gone, and there was a bloody hole in the chest.

Where did the heart of this corpse go? Who is so lacking in virtue that he will kill him, why take his heart? Isn't this man too brutal?

Snort!

He heard a noise from beside him, like footsteps. Suddenly turned around, but found that there was no one, and immediately exclaimed: "Who? Who's there? ”

Only the slightest sound of wind came, and nothing was seen.

Bang bang bang!

He turned his head, about to see where the heart had gone, when he suddenly heard a small thumping sound coming from the other side of the coffin.

Who's there?

Obviously, it's a heartbeat sound. The man was behind the coffin, and the sound of his heartbeat was so pronounced that it was almost certain that he was probably overly frightened.

Could it be that the person behind the coffin killed the person inside the coffin?

Thinking of this, he clenched his short knife and walked towards the back of the coffin.

The blood from the dagger slid down the hilt and onto his hand, sending him shudder.

In just a few seconds, he seemed to walk for hours, and finally went around to the other side of the coffin.

There, he saw a bright red heart lying on the ground, surrounded by a trail of blood, but only the heart, like a fresh life, was beating slightly.

He had a feeling that this heart seemed to have some connection with him. He picked up the heart, and although his hands were already covered with blood, he couldn't care about it so much.

As long as this heart is still beating, protect him. By the way, this is a burial chamber, and there should still be preservatives or something left.

He searched the wall, and at last he found a space, and when he opened it, there was a clay pot there, and there was no other vessel, so he had to put the heart in this clay pot.

Coincidentally, there was some residual embalming liquid in the clay pot, and Jin Yang closed the lid and hugged it to his chest.

He still had to check what was going on, walked to the front of the coffin and looked at it for a while, the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt, the corpse in it, he seemed to be familiar. When I think about it, I can't remember when I've seen it.

There must be someone else here, so we'll have to look for it.

Hee-hee-hee!

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him, very familiar and bustling, but he couldn't hear who was talking there. Listening to the voice, there should be more than one person.

He wanted to turn his head to see what was behind him, but his neck seemed to be frozen by something, frozen there, unable to turn.

Who are these people in the back? He listened intently, carefully recognized, but among the many noisy sounds, he searched for a familiar voice.

How can this voice be so similar to the second uncle's voice? Sweat ran down his forehead.

He used all his strength to slowly turn his head, and when he turned halfway, he saw a blurry figure in front of him, their facial expressions were blurred, but from their eyes, Jin Yang saw an indescribable component.

What's going on? It seemed to be a dream, but he clearly remembered that he had touched the heart just a few seconds ago, and it was not a dream.

The harder he pushed, the more tired he felt. In the end, everything here is gone, back to reality.

"Did you think of something again?" Jin Mantang asked worriedly on the side.

Jin Yang lowered his head and saw that his hand had been taken out of the iron box, and he told Jin Mantang what he had just seen as it was.

Jin Mantang patted his head, but the second monk couldn't figure it out.

"This heart may not be an auspicious thing, what are you going to do with it?"

Jin Yang took out the heart, found a wooden box covered with dust next to it, wiped the dust away, and put the heart inside.

"I don't know, I think my grandfather asked me to get it, what else should he have hinted at?"

Jin Yang searched around, and sure enough, in another drawer next to the iron box, he found another note, and the front of the note read: When you touch this heart, its effect disappears.

Jin Mantang looked at it, raised his head and said to Jin Yang, "Why is Daddy talking so strangely?" Can't you finish it all at once? ”

"This sentence on the note is my handwriting." Jin Yang said.

"What? Did you write it for yourself? ”

Jin Yang nodded, and then said, "Since this is what I said, I'll find a place to bury it!" ”

"There are some dense words on the back of the note, as if we want to find a few people and do something." Jin Mantang said.

Jin Yang stared at it for a while, and smacked his tongue: "I still wrote it to me." ”

The note must have been placed here by the Golden Abacus, and since it was written to himself by himself, it cannot be ignored.

After burying the heart in the iron box, according to the requirements, the two bought train tickets and rushed to the Maya Wharf in Shandong overnight.

The back and forth made them very tired, and they couldn't sleep on the train, Jin Yang really wanted to find a place to rest, and when he got off the train, it was less than ten minutes away from the agreed time.