Just think about it. You go home. Your father is found watching TV at your house. You casually walk over and drop the packet. But suddenly he realized that the man was not his father. It's a face that is extremely unfamiliar. How would you feel?

Such fears. At least for a moment. Far better than other terrible things.

The third uncle was covered in white sweat for a moment. Soaked his already soaked undershirt again. The flashlight almost fell off its hands.

The old man, like a weasel, was illuminated by the light of a flashlight. Suddenly narrowed his eyes. Turned his head to look at the third uncle. Under bright light. The old man's skin was as white as dead tree bark. It's really like an extremely thin old monkey.

That kind of skinny. The third uncle is now apprehensive. To say that it is really skinny beyond the limit. At first glance, it felt like it wasn't human. It's a demon whose flesh has been sucked out.

I thought it was just an ancient tomb under the sea. I don't know who the owner of the tomb is. But the third uncle boasted of his experience over the past few years. Enough to cope with a variety of situations. But the situation in front of him was far beyond his reaction. He could only rely on instinct to go straight back. While touching the dagger to strengthen his courage.

This is above the land. And there is still an explanation. It may be a high-ranking old scoop handle somewhere. I went into the tomb first. But here is the bottom of the sea. When you come in by yourself. It's all about unraveling the chain. Nine bends and eighteen bends. He can be sure. This party does not have the so-called information of the unchain. Absolutely no one could get in.

Speaking of unraveling the chain. The third uncle let out another cold sweat. What about this kid? Busy with a flashlight sweep around. In the depths of the dark burial chamber. But there was no shadow of anyone else.

"Eight Lambs!" The third uncle scolded secretly.

This kid must have spotted the old man as soon as he came up. It was also horrified. Hide yourself. Damn it didn't even remind him.

But what's going on with this old man? How did he get in? Or - is he here in the first place? He is a man who lives in an ancient tomb...... Or something...... So how long has it lived? It's not about starting with a closure here. Have lived until now?

Bold as the third uncle. At this time, my feet are also a little weak. But more than ten years of experience is not vain in the end. He was waiting to be interrogated. The strange old man blocked his flashlight with his hand.

He raised his hand. almost made the third uncle's soul fly away.

Just listen to the old man's hand. I was holding a flashlight that unchained it. And what scared the third uncle the most. The old man's clothes. It turned out to be the same as himself. It is the uniform shirt of the archaeological team.

In a careful look to identify the physiognomy. He was dumbfounded at once—this old man who was as thin as a wicked man. It seems to be unraveling!

This, this, this! How is this possible?

The third uncle's thoughts were confused all of a sudden. Unchaining is a few minutes earlier than yourself at most. How can it be. All of a sudden, I grew old like this. Having said that. Even if he came more than ten years earlier than himself. He will not grow old into such a terrifying virtue. The third uncle's reaction was quite fast. Fourth, the next calculation. Immediately realized what was wrong: could it be? Is there a problem with this tomb? Thinking about it, I suddenly felt a thrill in my heart. Busy touching his face.

Moment. He froze. A chill that is heartfelt. From the soles of the feet poured all over the body.

Is that their own face? How does it feel?

Rough. Chapped. It's like touching an orange peel that has been dried for half a year.

Then. The third uncle saw his hand. He opened his mouth wide. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I saw my own hands. I don't know when. It turned out to be like a withered claw. The swarthy skin is gone. The dry skin on his hands is cracked like a sun-cracked riverbed on the loess. Where is this his hand. This hand. It's even better than those waste hands who have caught zongzi. And horror.

Thankfully, there are no mirrors. Otherwise. The third uncle may go crazy about this. But he looked at his hands. It was enough for him to be horrified. In a violent panic. He just realized. The deformed thinness of the deformed chain. Actually, it's not thin. It's extreme aging. Aging to the point where it is simply impossible!

People say that the old man becomes jīng. People live too long. It is said among the people. It's also demonizing. There is a name in ancient books. In fact, it is the person who has become jīng. Unchaining is to give people this feeling.

The third uncle is a person with extremely strong nerves. But at that moment. It's also close to collapsing. The only plan in his head. It's about getting out of here right away. There are monsters in this tomb! I've been tricked. If you don't go again. You may die of old age here.

If the third uncle hadn't been a little rational at that time. I want to take the unchaining out as well. Then his end. I'm afraid it's unimaginable.

At this time, the unchaining is unlinked. It has fallen on it. The breath of the old is weak. The third uncle went up and dragged up his withered body. And he pulled it back.

This goes up and drags and pulls. There is a contrast between the bodies of two people. The third uncle was in a daze. Suddenly, I found out. Although both are getting older. But. It seems to be unchained old. and their own old. It's not the same.

He hesitated. Raise your hands again. Reconciliation serial comparison. Take a closer look. Suddenly, there was a sigh. The problem was found. Forthwith. He quickly calmed down.

He found. Not only is his aging much better than that of unchaining. And. Aging of one's left hand. It is lighter than the condition of the right hand. If the left hand has 60 years old. The right foot was 90 years old. His instincts spoke to himself right away. There's something strange here.

If it's some strange force in this tomb, it's a trickster. The aging of my body must be very average. Such surprise is unlikely. And my left and right hands. What's the difference?

After the third uncle calmed down. Gradually, my thoughts returned to normal. Then. He thought. When the iron coffin was used just now. He seems to be using his right hand. And unraveling the chain. Indeed, the two hands have been resting on the iron coffin. Is that? This unbelievable aging. Is it caused by this strange iron coffin? But how is this possible? I've never heard of anything like this myself. The old man didn't talk about it either. The people have never heard of it.

The third uncle turned his head. He walked back to the coffin. Use a flashlight to carefully shine on the bizarre huge black sè iron coffin. I want to see some clues.

Black iron surface. In the darkness, there is a faint and cold light. A chill hit him that made him creep out. He was already on the verge of collapse. There is even more of a feeling of suffocation. I don't know if it's a psychological effect. Look at this time. He has or does not have. I felt a strange luster. Covering the surface of this iron coffin.

He suddenly had a very absurd thought: Could it be this coffin? Became a jīng?