To be honest, Feng Ping didn't know that he would pay attention to such a strange point, but he saw the white bound feet under the woman's red robe at a glance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although there is no research on these, it does seem to be very similar to the person in his mahogany coffin that night, that is, Jiang Lai's way of binding his feet, is there really a connection here?

In a trance, there was no way to think about it anymore, because the woman had already walked in front of him. Feng Ping didn't even retreat much, except that he felt that the stone wall in the passage would definitely not disappear, mainly because he felt that it was relatively bright here. His flashlight was no longer available, and the only source of light now was the four red candles in the coffin, which would obviously be pitch black if he retreated into the passage. Relatively speaking, he prefers to watch the other party's movements rather than die in the dark.

One step at a time, when the woman was only an arm's length away from him, Feng Ping subconsciously closed his eyes, he felt that he was still thinking too simply, because when the ghostly woman stood in front of him, he didn't even have the courage to look at each other.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Feng Ping felt that time was passing too slowly, and even breathing seemed to be a planned action. I don't know how long it has been, maybe only a few tens of seconds, but it feels extremely long for him.

The pain of waiting did not come, nor did the expected terrible experience happen. Opened her eyes with some hesitation, and the woman stood less than a meter away from her and looked at her, her eyes wide open, and her eyes still did not blink at all.

Feng Ping didn't know what kind of thoughts the other party had, he only knew that he really couldn't bear such feelings. There is no excessive action, and it is natural that the other party is worried that the other party will attack him in anger.

He just took two steps back slowly, just kept his distance and watched.

As he was about to take the third step, he saw that the woman was also slightly raising her legs, as if she was also about to move.

Less than three meters, Feng Ping looked at the distance between the two and estimated, maybe this is the limit allowed by this guy in front of him. When the young man thought so, he simply stopped struggling, and he didn't have any idea of moving, just stood quietly and looked at each other.

So everything seems to be back to the starting point, the same look, the same wordlessness, but there is no difference between inside and outside the coffin. All that's left is a stone chamber, and it's just two people.

"Hiss...

Just when Feng Ping was a little impatient with the torture of this pair, he finally heard a hint of change. The woman on the other side actually made a sound from her mouth. It wasn't the chilling words of imagination, but more like the chirping of insects at night.

"Hiss... Hiss... ”

It's impossible to tell, but it's not an unconscious repetition of an insect's chirp. The voice is different from high to low, like a sentence, I think it is because of the long silence, and the person on the other side has no way to express it well.

"Are you going to say something? I don't understand what you mean. Feng Ping tried to communicate.

"Hiss... Hiss... ”

Naturally, there are still some things that he can't comprehend, and he is a little helpless.

Suddenly, the woman's brow furrowed, and then she jerked herself up, sticking to it at a very fast speed. The two of them were a few steps apart, but it happened suddenly, and Feng Ping was approached without even the slightest reaction. It's not good to scream, but you can't make the slightest movement.

I felt a strong push on my chest, and then my body rolled backwards uncontrollably. The last consciousness in Feng Ping's mind only recalled the steps he was facing, and then he slammed into the stone steps, rolling down without any hindrance, and there was no sound.

Although the woman's movements were quick and sudden, she did not make a sound, as if she had no contact with the masonry. When the sound of Feng Ping smashing on the stone steps disappeared, the stone chamber returned to calm. The pale face, the cold woman, the sarcophagus, and the dancing red candle are like a painting, without a shadow.

Severe headaches, and an indescribable dizziness, it took a long time for Feng Ping to wake up.

He rubbed his head vigorously with both hands, but the pain seemed to come from the depths, and the external kneading had no effect at all. Everything in the line of sight was a bit dazed, there seemed to be a few people in the room, and there seemed to be some stone tables and stone cabinets.

"White light?" When his vision was clear again, Feng Ping reacted badly. He clearly remembered why the room in front of him was so bright in the room with only red candles, and there were others.

After staring for three seconds, he jumped to his feet. He didn't even look closely at everything around him and took a few steps back, until he felt the stone wall behind him, and then he made a defensive gesture and looked at everything in front of him.

"Are you crazy? Wake up nervous? "I hadn't seen everything around me clearly, but I heard a familiar voice.

"Crazy?" Feng Ping was a little stunned, and then saw the man coming with a cheap smile as if he was walking by himself, so he suddenly remembered something and yelled: "Don't come here!" ”

The voice was so manic that it startled everyone in the room for a while. Naturally, the madman is too, he looked at Feng Ping and then at himself, and was a little puzzled for a while, he didn't hold any sharp weapons, why did this guy wake up as if he was crazy?

"Feng Ping, what's wrong with you?" It's Kiyogenko's voice.

"Dao Chief?" Feng Ping looked at where the voice came from, and found that the old Taoist was also looking at him with a puzzled expression, and there was Professor Qu who was frowning beside him, and the stake who didn't seem to have woken up yet. Only then did he realize that this did not seem to be the room where the woman and the sarcophagus were, but the place where he had seen the stake before. For a moment, he was a little at a loss.

"What's going on?" Feng Ping asked suspiciously.

"What's going on? Are you a mess of sleep? “

"Aren't you dead? Why am I here? Dao Chief, what are you dealing with? ”

"Damn, when did I die, why are you still cursing me. Damn, I just saw you sleeping soundly and couldn't bear to wake you up, you even cursed me in a dream? ”

"Dreams?" Hearing this, Feng Ping calmed down, "A dream within a dream? Seeing that everything around him was the same as before he rested, Feng Ping only reacted to what had just happened.

It turned out that everything before was his own dream, and it turned out that he didn't really wake up just now, and there had never been any female ghosts and sarcophagi. It's just a nightmare. For a while, from endless vigilance to relaxation, Feng Ping collapsed uncontrollably, sitting in the corner of the stone wall panting heavily, unable to recover for a long time.

"What exactly did you dream about?" Seeing Feng Ping's reaction, the madman was obviously still a little uneasy.

Just answered him with a burst of rough gasping and a frightened look from Feng Ping. Although it was only a glance, the horror in his eyes still made the madman unable to forget.

It took a while for Feng Ping to react. adjusted it, chose a more comfortable position, and said seriously: "I had a dream, a very real dream." I dreamed that the madman was dead, the professor fainted, and the Taoist chief used a strange brass bell and saucer against a female ghost. I crossed the hallway to the upstairs room. I also dreamed of a female corpse that knocked me unconscious. It's a dream, it's a dream, it's just that this dream is too real, it's really scary. ”

After Feng Ping finished speaking, he looked at the madman, and his eyes seemed to be a little sober. After all, it's not a bad thing to see someone you know "come back to life" with your own eyes.

The madman obviously also felt the other party's happiness, his expression softened, and he comforted softly: "It's okay, it's all a dream, where have you lived these two days, it's normal to dream about these." “

Professor Qu, who was not far away, obviously agreed, although he often conducted scientific expeditions in all directions, but just like this experience, it was really rare, and he couldn't stop nodding.

The three of them all had some feelings for the rest of their lives, but Feng Ping didn't see Qing Xuanzi respond. Looking up, he found that the old Taoist priest, who had always had a calm face, was full of horror at this time, and instantly felt that something was wrong.

Just before Feng Ping could ask, he saw Qing Xuanzi take out a bell and a small dish from his bag, which turned out to be exactly the same as what he saw in his dream!