It took a long time for Feng Ping to recover from his fright, and digging out a coffin from his backyard is not something that can be encountered every day, or in the middle of the night, and no one wants to encounter it. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info made a long determination before he mustered up the courage to open the box, curious about what would be buried in the coffin in his backyard, while praying that there was nothing inside.

Touching the box casually, trying to find the seam of the red cloth, but the cloth seemed to be deliberately sewn to the box, not covered at random. After feeling for a long time, I even found out what was engraved on the box, but I didn't find the place where the red cloth was connected, so I picked up a sharp stone from the side and began to cut on the cloth, and finally tore off the red cloth. By the flashlight and the faint light of the sky, I found that the coffin was blood red, the wood looked new, it should not be something that had been put for a long time, and there were two big characters engraved in the middle of the upper part of the word "do not open", and there was a very small sign at the bottom of the word.

Swallowing his saliva, he prayed silently twice, looking at the sky that was getting brighter and brighter, Feng Ping slowly pushed open the coffin board. The movements are slow and cautious, although he does not believe in ghosts and gods, but there are so many incomprehensible strange events in this world, Feng Ping still has a lot of awe for the gods and monsters. He thought that if he waited for the hairy claws or shriveled hands to stick out of the crack in the coffin, he would definitely turn around and run away.

As he slowly removed the coffin board, Feng Ping found that the decoration inside it was quite gorgeous, with gold embroidery on the red silk, dragons, phoenixes, swords and swords, which seemed to be a complete picture depicting something. It's just that when it was opened halfway, Feng Ping didn't have the heart to observe these, because in the middle of the boxy coffin, there was actually a person lying down!

Biting the tip of his tongue twice, it seemed that his mouth was a little ruthless, and with the stimulation of pain and blood, Feng Ping was a little sober. Trying to resist the urge to turn around and run, he spent the last of his strength pushing the lid of the coffin with his stiff body. He turned around and climbed up the dirt pit, and after falling twice, he finally climbed to the edge of the flower bed. Thinking that he didn't care about anything, he rushed to the door of the house, and then waited for his grandfather to come back and then come back here, but it seemed that there was a will in the dark that was influencing him, making Feng Ping feel that he couldn't leave like this. So he thought about it, sat down, looked at the big pit at the edge of the flower garden, and Feng Ping's heart was like numbness. I was trying to ask myself what was the reason why my grandfather buried a person in his back garden, what kind of relationship did the person lying in the blood-red coffin wrapped in a red cloth have with the Feng family or grandpa, and whether all this happened at the same time as the appearance of the sword. Just in the midst of the shock, Feng Ping didn't even see the man and woman clearly, so he glanced at the person lying down, dressed in red, and his face was very pale. Now sitting and thinking about it calmly, Feng Ping felt that he couldn't just run away, since he had opened it and looked at it, then he had to check it clearly.

Looking at the sun gradually rising in the east and the sky slowly brightening, Feng Ping decided to wait a little longer, and wait until dawn to open the lid of the coffin to check it. He sat there, anxiously waiting, until the sun had risen in its entirety and shone diagonally on the flower beds, the earth pits, and the coffins. Feng Ping walked to the side of the coffin again and slapped it twice with his hand, listening to the sound of banging, he was bold and opened the lid of the coffin again. This time he pushed the entire coffin lid aside, looking at the person lying in the middle, although he had been preparing for a long time, he was still trembling a little. The man's face was surprisingly white, and in the sunlight, his face seemed to be radiating a glow. It's not that Feng Ping hasn't seen a dead person, it's the first time that it's so white and scary. His eyes were closed, and although he was dead, he could still see a trace of determination between his eyebrows, and it seemed that he should have been a decisive person in his life.

He was wearing a silk Tang suit, which was bright red from head to toe. It's just that he didn't wear shoes, and his feet were only wrapped in white bound feet, which was a little surprising, could it be dressed according to traditional customs?

kept looking from head to toe, and sure enough, when it was dawn, it made people bolder. Looking at this person's corpse in the sun, Feng Ping's chilling feeling finally gradually subsided, and the cold sweat behind his back slowly receded, finally not thinking nonsense, but just quietly treating it as a corpse.

After constantly looking around, Feng Ping found that this person's hands were surprisingly long, and they were hanging down to the knees on both sides of the body, which looked a little weird. The hands that make fists are also larger than normal people's fists, and it is said that the hands that lie down are the size of the heart, and it seems that this person should have good cardiopulmonary function.

While thinking about it, Feng Ping noticed that his left hand was a little unnatural, as if he was holding something inside. He looked around, looked up at the sun, and finally mustered up the courage to go up and break his hand. The tentacles were cold and not as stiff as normal corpses, and it didn't take much effort to get what was in hand.

A stone, Feng Ping doesn't know what kind of stone it is. It's dark, it's a little reflective in the sun, but it doesn't seem smooth to the touch, which is a bit strange. Isn't the reflective stone supposed to be very smooth?

I saw that the stone was obviously artificially processed, a small semicircle with a button-like protrusion, and four protruding pieces around it, which looked like a small compass. Raised to the sun, the light transmittance is good, like amber, it seems to be mixed with something, vaguely like a gecko, but it can't be seen clearly.

Thinking that it is not good to take the things of the dead, but he always feels that this thing that he holds in his hand when he is dying should be a very important thing, Feng Ping inexplicably fell into a tangle again.

I climbed up the big pit and squatted on the edge of the one-meter-high pit, looking at the corpse for a while, looking at the stone for a while, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Looking at Feng Ping, he suddenly felt that the corpse seemed to move, and he stood up violently in fright. Stared at the fingers that seemed to be shaking for a long time.

"This thing can't really be a zombie. Can you see hell in such broad daylight? The more I thought about it, the more panicked I became, thinking that I would not bother myself too much, so I simply jumped off the soil pit and pushed the coffin lid, and walked out of the garden with a hoe.

It's just that the way I look back at that step and three times, no matter how I look at it, I am afraid.