I suddenly became a little nervous, if there were some slight changes in Qiushui, there must be something unreasonable in the surrounding environment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As soon as I thought of this, I couldn't help but look at the piled coffins twice. At this time, the suddenly turned to me and said, "Enron, come here, help me, scrape this thing down." ”

I walked towards the suspiciously, and the flashlight shone at the coffin, and found that there was a pattern carved on the coffin, which for some reason, was half covered by a black adhesive, and I really couldn't see what it was.

I just looked at the pattern, and I didn't notice that the had already handed me the dagger, and under the shock of his "hey, hey, hey", I suddenly came back to my senses, and there was a dagger standing in front of me: "Scrape, what are you thinking?" I said Enron, what kind of god do you have to do? We're fighting, not dreaming of spring. ”

I took the dagger with some embarrassment and asked, "Scrape this?" ”

"Or else?" The gave me a disdainful look, not to mention how buried it was.

The adhesive was probably fused with the carved pattern, and I tinkered with it for about ten minutes, but I didn't pick it off. No wonder the had been grinding for so long, and there was still this layer of hindrance.

At this time, Professor Liang, who had not spoken, directly snatched my dagger, and then pressed my finger and slashed it, and when the blood dripped on the top of the glue, the black color slowly melted away. The nigger said "Yo he" and exclaimed: "An Ran, you fuck it, your blood is really a god, I'll get a bottle when I go back, you help me save some, and I'll keep it for the next time I dig for sand." ”

Although it was just a joke, I couldn't help but shudder. I glanced at the and saw that he still looked heartless. And Professor Liang on the side was looking at the pattern with his eyebrows raised. I took a closer look and found that the pattern looked a little like a human face. It's a human face, it's better to say it's a mask, a mask or something, because the facial features on it are very exaggerated.

"Remember the inscription on the Shinto monument?" Qiushui's voice suddenly came, and as soon as I turned around, the light of the flashlight hit his eyes, but he didn't dodge, and still looked straight at him. I panicked and hurriedly shook off the flashlight. At this time, I clearly saw Qiushui's eyes, which were already slightly red.

"You're stupid, you can't hide?" I yelled at him, angry and guilty at the same time.

Qiushui ignored me, but said lightly: "I remember that a name appeared on the Shinto tablet: An Liang. This person comes from a wizarding family in Xiou, and this wizard family has a very peculiar family rule, but if someone in the clan dies, the symbol of the clan must be engraved on the coffin, that is, the mask you just saw. Not only that, everyone in this family, as soon as they are born, will tattoo this pattern on their bodies for unknown reasons. In ancient times, people believed in gods and goddesses, and usually asked shamans as a medium to bring their own prayers. But wizards are also human beings, no matter how they are rumored to be miraculous, when performing rituals, they will inevitably be nervous, so they have given birth to a variety of edge-rubbing props, some are painted faces, some are wearing masks, and there are some examples of abnormal costumes, in general, in addition to the occasion, there is also a disguise of tension and so on. There are not many factions of wizards, and the props used are all similar, but this logo is a kind of patent, and it has not entered the ranks of wizards as a whole. Very simply, this is a unique family emblem of the An family, and others must not use it. ”

"I'll go, this wizard, and it's so amazing." The walked around the coffin next to him, and said, "Qiu Shao, could it be that the people in these coffins are all from the An family?" ”

Qiushui nodded, affirming what the said. I was suddenly a little stunned, this An family is obviously a worker who built the tomb in Western Europe, could it be that after they dug up the tomb, they all died here? If so, there shouldn't be a coffin. But if you want to talk about martyrdom, it doesn't make sense, according to the number of coffins here, this is at least the number of the entire family, who would be stupid enough to be killed by the nine clans and stupidly build a mausoleum for people? Isn't that self-inflicted!

At this time, Qiushui said again: "These people are buried here voluntarily!" ”

What's the situation, as soon as Qiushui's words came out, we were all surprised. Especially Professor Naliang, his facial features are almost distorted, and he has lost his former elegant image. "Qiushui, what's going on?" Professor Liang asked.

"Wait." After Qiushui finished speaking, he looked around the coffin with a flashlight, and then said, "Open it." ”

The volunteered to pull out a hammer with a hook from his backpack, divided it by two with three strokes, and easily pulled out the coffin nails, and then pushed it with both hands, and the coffin lid was pushed to one side. After that, Qiushui instructed the to open a few coffins next to him, and after he was done, he asked him to turn the coffin lid over and pile it directly on the coffin.

"Qiu Shao, although this coffin is expensive, it can't be taken out, and there are no good things in it, isn't it a waste of time to drive around?" The sweaty glanced at the autumn water and complained.

"Silly boy, don't you see the inscription in this coffin?" After Professor Liang finished speaking, he couldn't wait to go to the lid of the coffin.

I wondered how Qiushui could know so much, and I didn't see him open the coffin, so I asked, "Brother, how do you know this?" ”

Qiushui said lightly: "I once stole a bamboo slip, which was roughly recorded on it. ”

Obviously, there is a lot of moisture in the autumn water, but since people don't want to say it, I am embarrassed to ask again, so I also gathered on the coffin lid. I looked at several coffin lids in a row, and finally understood what Qiushui said that "the An family voluntarily buried here", that is, time. The inscriptions on the coffin lid are all original ancient Zhuang characters, I naturally can't understand it, but I don't know if I have seen such a number in my impression or suddenly opened up, in short, I have a sense of sight at a glance for the numbers above.

"I know, the time problem, the time of burial of these people is staggered, and some are even decades apart, that is, they actually returned decades after the completion of this Western European tomb, or more, and are still buried here."

"What, you understand?" Professor Liang gave me a suspicious look, and the hand holding the pen suddenly stopped.

"No, Professor, don't look at me like that, I'm totally estimating." I hurriedly said, for fear that Professor Liang would misunderstand.

"It's okay, it's good to be able to understand! , you have to learn more from others. Professor Liang smiled and turned his face away.

"Enron, I can't see it, you still have such connotation!" The smiled evilly, and suddenly spun the hammer in his hand.

Seeing him like that, as soon as I was nervous, I subconsciously dodged, but my foot was suddenly knocked down by the coffin, and the person suddenly pushed the coffin lid out of the coffin, and the whole person fell into the coffin.

Exercise.