Feng Ping, who was only hesitant, is now completely unwilling to do anything to explore the coffin, if he doesn't see the movement in the coffin, it's okay, and he can also persuade himself that he just can't see it, and there is no danger. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Now that he clearly sees that there is a living creature inside, how can he deceive himself and tell himself that there is no danger.

Whether it is snakes, insects, rats, ants, or other unknown creatures, living in such a coffin that has not been opened for hundreds of years is definitely not a good thing, and if you want to let yourself find a mechanism with these things with your hands without seeing it, Feng Ping thinks that he would rather be trapped in this space, at least when the body is still intact, and there will be no inexplicable toxins or other things.

After a few steps, he retreated to the wall, leaning against the wall, looking at the coffin and trying to get as far away as possible from the coffin. In the dark environment, the way to come has been blocked, and the way to go seems to be a dead end, plus there are already some faint flashlights in his hands, and the light has dimmed a lot, Feng Ping feels that this time should be the most exhaustive moment in his life for more than ten years, and the ones he has experienced before are nothing compared to now.

"Fortunately, although there is only one human now, there are no other ghosts, so there should be no danger in the short term." Feng Ping secretly thought that he was trying to do some mental construction for himself, so that he could open the mechanism in the coffin. No one wants to be trapped to death, not to mention that he still has too many wishes to fulfill. Struggling and struggling, every time he felt that he was ready to give it a go, he found that the image of his hand being bitten off and eaten after reaching into the coffin appeared in his mind, which instantly shattered his hard-won desire to explore, and then the desire to survive rebuilt this desire to try, and so on.

There was not the slightest sound in the entire room, and Feng Ping found that he could hear his own breathing. With the heaving of his chest, he developed a strange sense of coordination, and if it weren't for the fact that his consciousness and vision were still normal, he even wondered if he had fallen into some kind of wonderful state out of his body.

Just standing, breathing, struggling, shattering and rebuilding ideas, until Feng Ping found that his flashlight was almost completely dimmed, and he didn't make a decision.

Looking at the whole room that was gradually darkening, he kept trying to muster up the courage to open the mechanism, but he never moved.

When the last rays of light faded and the room was plunged into endless darkness and silence, he finally stood up and walked to the sarcophagus. For some reason, he seemed to have a clear idea of the distance between the rooms, and took nine steps forward to stand by the sarcophagus. His eyes couldn't see anything in the complete darkness, but there seemed to be a sensation in his mind that allowed him to touch the lid of the coffin lightly without even leaning over to fumble around. The material of the sarcophagus has a strange smoothness, Feng Ping knows that he has experienced this feeling, but he doesn't know what kind of stone it is. Touching the lid of the coffin, he walked around the coffin again, except for the uniqueness of the touch, he didn't find any abnormality, in fact, Feng Ping didn't know why he did it, and he didn't expect him to find anything, but he completed these actions very naturally.

When he struggled by the wall to see if he wanted to come over and find out, there were countless struggles in his heart, and when he decided to stand by the sarcophagus now, he seemed to have no hesitation and hesitation.

Without the light source, the temptation became a fantasy, Feng Ping did not hesitate to put his hand into the coffin, and then began to grope for everything he could touch. Since this is the only place in this room where you can place the mechanism, you must find it now.

He didn't even have any fear when he reached full into the hole and started looking. The first thing I came into contact with was a piece of silk, and it seemed that the corpse inside had entered the museum wearing a silk robe, because he had already found a considerable piece of silk. And there does seem to be something covered underneath, but it is a little fluffy to the touch, not like a corpse that has been placed for many years, to a bit like a corpse that has just died, and it is not even decomposed.

didn't care about these, Feng Ping felt that none of this was important to himself at this time, and the only thing he needed to pay attention to was something similar to a mechanism. The touch on the hand is somewhat similar to hair, but the texture of this hair is also too good, silky and a little unlikely. The connection between the hair and the body does not seem to be the head, but rather the arms or shoulders. With continuous exploration, Feng Ping felt that the woman lying in it was more similar to a girl in a silk robe who had just been buried than an air-dried mummy or a long-buried corpse, at least this was the information coming from her hand.

Thankfully, he hadn't been attacked until now, and although he seemed to have some tugging when he first touched the hair, he still managed to calm himself and didn't hastily pull his hand. Because the room was extremely quiet, Feng Ping could even hear a rustling sound coming from inside the coffin, as if there were countless ants crawling inside. While constantly telling himself that it was an auditory hallucination, he continued to explore, and now he had no other thoughts in his mind except to find the mechanism, and finally at the limit of what his arm could touch, Feng Ping touched something, or a jade handle.

Without even thinking about it, he pulled the handle and pulled it back, without the slightest pause.

And just as he had just taken two steps back to feel if there was anything else in his hand, he felt a violent shaking again. There was a violent tremor under my feet like an earthquake. This time the shaking was far stronger than before, and when Feng Ping thought it was a real earthquake rather than a change in the mechanism, the shaking stopped, and he was surprised to find that the whole room slowly lit up.

After a period of darkness, the eyes were a little uncomfortable with the sudden light. Feng Ping squinted his eyes slightly and wanted to adapt to the light as soon as possible, and in a flicker, he saw that the sarcophagus in front of him had been completely opened, and he also saw a person lying in the sarcophagus with a red body. It wasn't until he was fully accustomed to the light that he really felt the shock.

The lid of the sarcophagus in front of him had been completely shifted so that Feng Ping could clearly see the complete condition in the light.

Seeing that there were four torches at the four corners of the sarcophagus, and the burning flame at this time was the light source that illuminated the entire space, Feng Ping looked at the burning torches in a daze, and couldn't understand how they were lit. And when he saw the person lying in the coffin, he was in no mood to pay attention to it.

Inside the sarcophagus lay a woman, her long black hair hanging down on both sides, and her face was as white as jade, as if she had just been buried. What's more, when Feng Ping adapted to the light and saw the woman's face for the first time, he found that the woman in the hall also opened her eyes and stared at him coldly.

Looking at the other party's cold eyes, Feng Ping felt as if he had been stripped naked on the snowy peaks of the Himalayas in the cold winter, chilling to the bone marrow.

The strong impact made Feng Ping not react to how to act until now, he only knew that the person in front of him was alive, and he looked at himself, but he didn't react how he should respond. A closed space, there is no place to escape, and if the other party wants to make a move, he will not have any chance to escape, and there is no reason why something that has been lying in a coffin for so long but is still alive can't catch itself.

By the time Feng Ping reacted, he had been standing there for a long time, just staring at each other all the time, like a primary school student who had been punished by a teacher, wooden and dazed. The other party didn't move at all, if it weren't for the fact that he had just seen the other party slowly open his eyes, Feng Ping would even wonder if she was alive or just dead.

Feng Ping thought for a while, and felt that it was not a way to go on like this, and he couldn't just stare at each other like this all the time. So he tentatively took a step back, wanting to see how the other party would react, but the pair of cold eyes slowly turned with his movements. Feng Ping could swear that he had never seen a person's eyes turn like this, like two wooden beads without oil, slow and jerky, without even a little trembling.

Although the other party's eyes and movements are very terrifying, but since only the eyes move and there is no other reaction, then I think I should still be able to try to leave, Feng Ping thought so and slowly took a few steps back. Until he had retreated so far that he could only see the edge of the coffin and the dancing fire, and could not see the woman in red, the other party did not make the slightest movement, like a vegetative person with only eyes that could move.

When leaning against the wall again, Feng Ping felt a completely different state of mind, he was still struggling to put his hand into the coffin when he leaned here before, but now he had faced the terrifying thing in the coffin. But in this case, what should I do? It is impossible to solve the problem so easily.

Feng Ping leaned over and picked up the flashlight that had been placed on the ground before while thinking, and when he lifted up, he suddenly found that the woman in red had already sat up in the sarcophagus, staring at him as before.