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He's moving! The bright red blood stains left behind the long figure, countless hair-sized wounds all over the body, this is a difficult step, any trace of muscle tremor will lead to the tearing of the wound, this kind of pain can not be experienced by ordinary people.

He had reached his limit, and through his red eyes, the crystal clear thing could only see a rough outline, long and square. Because his eyes were full of blood that had not yet coagulated, Cha Wenbin's eyes were full of ghosts.

Two steps were still there, and he gasped and tried to lift his legs, but found that they were not at his own command.

With a trembling body, he told himself that he must go over, this step is a crucial step, as long as he walks past it, he may see the sun tomorrow. With each breath came a new round of blood stains pouring out of his robe, and he didn't have much blood left to shed.

"Hold on!" Cha Wenbin kept encouraging himself in the depths of his heart, and finally he took another step, an extremely difficult step, and that thing was already within reach.

After a few attempts, he was just a finger's throw away from it, and he could touch it. He tried hard, and the blood dripped down his fingers to the ground and turned black in an instant, and the fingers that had begun to cronic because of the pain could barely straighten them.

"Knock", suddenly Cha Wenbin's body slammed forward, and his head slammed into a hard object, and he completed the last step in this way.

Trying to open his blood-soaked eyes, he realized that it was a crystal clear coffin, almost crystal pure and free of any impurities. The impact on the forehead brought a new crack, and the blood instantly bubbled up on the lid of the coffin, forming lines of lines.

Ice, heart-piercing ice, this is the feeling of his hands on this transparent coffin, and the torn wound is almost immediately frozen with this cold coffin, like a piece of freshly cut pork pasted on the steel plate outside in the winter, and it cannot be separated from each other.

I don't know if it was because he was bleeding too much, or if his strength was exhausted, he fell asleep, and his eyes blinked hard for the last time, and he saw the man lying in the coffin smiling at him.

I don't know how long the outside world has passed, Lao Wang and Hengrou's faces are as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and they have been waiting for the three of them to come out again. Since Cha Wenbin and the others entered, he has been sticking his ears to the wall of the coffin to listen to the movement inside, the wood has a good sound transmission effect, but it is like being completely isolated, there is no movement.

They also thought about breaking into the coffin, but the firmness of the snow cypress was not something they could get by hand, and its structure was destined to force it in, so that the people inside would never come out.

Re-cut the camera to the burial chamber:

Zhuo Xiong and Chaozi are still unconscious, and the even rhythm of their breathing tells us that they are both alive.

And Cha Wenbin's face was covered with a thin layer of frost, the original thick and black eyelashes were all condensed with ice flowers, and the originally white lips had been frozen into dark purple because of excessive blood loss, if someone saw it, they would definitely think that it was a corpse.

The wounds on his body had begun to be covered with bloody scabs, but the original transparent coffin lid was a different scene at the moment!

Countless strange characters jumped on it, neatly arranged on the entire coffin lid, no one knew these words, and the ugly ones were like writhing earthworms.

And in the middle of these strange words, a round of crooked black moon is particularly eye-catching.

"Heat", this is the only feeling Cha Wenbin feels in a daze, his chest is like a burning flame baking his heart. Whenever he felt that he was sleeping soundly, the fire would "boom" and burn him, waking him up from his sleep.

After falling asleep and waking up repeatedly, he didn't know how long it took for his eyes to open again.

The pain, the pain of the body being torn, he wanted to take the frozen unconscious hand off the ice lump but found that it had been sticky, and with a little force, there was immediately a pain between the skin and the flesh that was about to separate.

"Hiss", Cha Wenbin, who was in pain, gasped.

He didn't dare to try, and he didn't have the strength to try, so he simply leaned on this lump and slept for a while.

Probably because he didn't feel comfortable in this sleeping position, in his sleep, he gently curled his legs into his arms so that he could hold a ball.

With such a move, there was a "snap", and a warm thing rolled out of his arms. The thing rolled on the ground for a few steps before it touched the ice bump, his body trembled slightly, and in an instant Cha Wenbin felt a burst of warmth coming from the palm of his hand, and the frost on his face instantly became beads of sweat, and a stream of dry heat hit his body continuously.

If this heat changes to ordinary people, he must jump up immediately, and even Cha Wenbin's internal organs seem to have fallen into warm water and steamed, but he feels very comfortable, as warm as leaning against the wall and basking in the sun in winter.

At this time, the wounds on his body were healing at an alarming rate, and the wounds on his body were like a thousand black lines because of the blood scabs, and they began to peel off at this moment, replaced by tender skin like a newborn.

When he began to feel that his face was hot, he suddenly woke up from his sleep, and his palms seemed to be grilled on a charcoal fire, and he jumped up almost in a bouncing way.

"It's hot!" Cha Wenbin said, stretched out his palm to see, the whole palm was crimson and crimson, and he rubbed a few handfuls of dried blood scabs on his eyelids, and he was suddenly surprised to find that he was intact, as if he had been licked by the three-legged toad under Qifeng Mountain.

After a careful search, everything was still there, the Seven Star Sword was lying beside him, and the gossip bag was also on his back, as if he had a nightmare and woke up again.

But when he sorted out his clothes, the strong smell of blood on the dark red robe could not be concealed, and if Cha Wenbin appeared on the busy street at this time, he would definitely be treated as a butcher.

When he slapped his clothes, he noticed that something was missing: the bronze sun wheel was missing!

Turning around to look around, not far from him, the sun wheel was leaning against this ice lump.

Cha Wenbin leaned over to get it, but when his finger touched it, he immediately burned a big blister, and immediately retracted his finger in his mouth and puffed up.

At this time, the part in the middle of the sun wheel that symbolizes the sun turns red, like an iron block in a blacksmith shop that is still being grilled in a furnace at high temperatures.

He carefully picked it with the seven-star sword, and when the sun wheel left the ice lump, the middle part quickly dimmed again, and when Cha Wenbin went to pick it up again, it became the ordinary bronze artifact again, but it still had a trace of heat. However, the heat then disappeared.

Looking back, Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong were still there, Cha Wenbin looked at the ice lump in front of him, touched it with his hand, and a cold breath instantly went straight from his fingertips to his heart.

This is a transparent coffin made according to the specifications of an ordinary coffin, Cha Wenbin can't see the specific material, a bit like the legendary cold jade, but the transparent and pure one is more like glass. He also noticed those characters, and recognized them at a glance: Ghost Seal!

Counting, a total of seventy-two words plus a moon, he scraped it with the tip of his sword, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, a faint smell of blood, he suddenly understood that it was his own blood that showed these characters that were originally carved on the lid of the coffin.

Although these words are ghost seals, he doesn't know any of them, but he has seen them, and he has seen them more than once, and if he wants to write them, he can write them word for word from beginning to end. Because the man on the lake that day had drawn these words in the air, and the order was the same, and they had already been reflected in his mind like a slide.

"How did this happen here?" Cha Wenbin was puzzled, he was thinking, could it be that the person who appeared in the lake that day was you, the owner of this coffin?

There was a man lying in the coffin, although the coffin was transparent, but it was impossible to see his appearance, because he was not in the same position as ordinary people when they were buried, he slept on his stomach!

From ancient times to the present, the person who enters the coffin must be lying flat, if the undertaker puts the dead person into the coffin sideways or on his stomach, then the master must find you desperately.

A plain cyan gown covered him tightly from head to toe, leaving only the disc-tied bun on the back of his head, and from his figure, Cha Wenbin could be sure that he was a man.

You don't have to think about it to know that it was this person who laid down such a vicious array, Cha Wenbin looked at the two brothers who were still in a coma, and thought to himself: I opened your coffin today, which can be regarded as doing the right thing for heaven!

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