If a drop of blood of a living person is dripped into the red lacquered coffin, the corpse will accelerate the process of awakening, maybe only a quarter of an hour, maybe less. Ram and Yu cursed Mo Yu's recklessness in time, he didn't know what the consequences would be, and corpse curse Gu techniques were the most taboo for living blood.

"Nail all these red lacquered coffins, carry them to the central square first, and send additional people to take care of them." Under the strict command of the ram and the cowardly clansmen, the cowering clan guards had the courage to begin to seal the coffin, and the presence of a sorcerer in the clan was the most effective in reassuring them.

Mo Yu bowed in disbelief, he could disagree with the silver medal of the ram and cozy, but he could not disobey himself.

Now, all that remains is a huge sarcophagus. The outer dimensions of the coffin are estimated, the space on the inner wall is enough to hold the bodies of three adults, and the entire coffin is made of granite and weighs dozens of tons.

"Guess who's lying in the sarcophagus?" Han Qingxin asked a little playfully, don't you know how to guess, you can guess for the old lady.

"I'm not a family with those corpses, how do I know who's sleeping in their old house." He immediately glanced at Han Qingxin, isn't the crazy girl cursing me?

"A male corpse, his name is Ye Yu."

Ye Yu, a priest of the Miao tribe in Heishuihe, studied under the ram and Yu. The number of priests in the entire Miao village is also only a handful, and the two clans have three priests each. Now there are only one of the three priests under the Ram and Yu, Hanmo, Ye Yu, and Yang Ze. He disappeared on the day of the sandstorm, and since the first day of the mysterious coffin, the ram and Yu had already had a premonition that Ye Yu was no longer alive, and the wizard's sixth sense was extremely sharp and accurate.

"Pry, open, it". The ram and the cocoon beckoned ten people to point to the last coffin.

The sarcophagus coffin body is like a complete boulder polished, and the coffin lid and the coffin body are tightly sewn together, without revealing any traces of gaps.

"Break him by force." The voice of the ram and the old man carried the majesty of the witch, cough, cough, he coughed twice, and the injuries on his body had not yet fully recovered.

"And then?" Zhu Beichen asked curiously.

"They forcibly opened the museum, the stone was very hard, they smashed the lid of the coffin, and the coffin really looked like it was made of a whole stone, and there was no opening at all." Han Qingxin.

"When I was about to chisel the lid of the coffin about ten centimeters away, the coffin exploded." Han Qingxin.

On the morning of December 27, 2005, one of the witch guards who had excavated the sarcophagus was using a hammer to destroy the sarcophagus when he struck the finger of the other holding the chisel, and the blood gushed out immediately stained the corner of the sarcophagus red.

"The corpse has changed?" Zhu Beichen.

"They finally forcibly opened the sarcophagus and saw Ye Yu's body." Han Qingxin ignored Zhu Beichen's abuse.

The corpse was normal, with even breathing and heartbeat, and its face was ruddy and natural.

"Alive?"

Han Qingxin shook his head.

The ram and Yu were very nervous, and immediately ordered the corpse to be transported to the back of the sun, and on the same day, a sarcophagus was made to re-bury Ye Yu. Only then did it be delivered to the square.

"That old man buries the living alive, people still breathe, he is stunned and directly turns people into dead people, I can't see that he is so cruel to his apprentices." As soon as Zhu Beichen's words came out, he realized that he was wrong. Just because he has a breathing heartbeat doesn't mean he's alive.

In fact, I also want to ask him this question, does breathing and heartbeat mean that this person is still alive. Han Qingxin groaned and looked at Zhu Beichen coldly. Are you still alive? She didn't dare ask, and if he confessed, she might get a disappointed answer.

"And then?" Zhu Beichen asked.

Later, the fifty-one coffins placed in the central square disappeared overnight, and the Black Miao crowd was boiling and panicking. In a similar ratio, the hunter brought the jackal, who pretended to be dead, to his home, and in the night the jackal woke up and killed the hunter's entire family.

Now, this is the situation of Hei Miao, someone quietly placed 51 coffins at the door of the village, and it was the Miao people themselves who carried the coffins to the village. And the corpses that jumped out of these coffins will one day eat people, and the disappearance of the coffins overnight has exacerbated such fears of the Miao people.

"The day after the coffin disappeared, you and Sanqian came back, and you became the biggest mystery."

"Why?"

"More than 50 people who are missing from Miao Min have been found, and you two are redundant." Han Qingxin's icy face made Zhu Beichen feel estranged.

He suddenly wanted to go to the square of the Blackwater River, see the traces left by the pile of coffins, and smell them. Will he be the same kind of person as the living corpse in the coffin, and he still has his breath and heartbeat. But why do I feel as if my brain is dead, and the memories in my head seem to be not my own?

I read the golden text, I knew the Five Elements Carrying Spell, and suddenly I knew a lot of witchcraft secret techniques. These memories are derived from the golden inheritance of the stone room, maybe it's the Yin Rune Sutra, maybe I'm crazy!

Now Zhu Beichen feels that he has not only a problem with his blood, but also a problem with his brain, which is so strange that it seems that there is no soul in this body.

At night, he quietly walked out of the door, stepping on the floor barefoot, the soles of his feet pressed tightly against the ground, and he walked without making the slightest sound.

The whole Miao village consists of four parts to form the black Miao settlement, and the winding bluestone road is arranged like a labyrinth, which is easy for strangers who are not familiar with the road conditions to get lost.

But Zhu Beichen didn't get lost, just like the aborigines of Heishui River, like a prodigal son who has been away from home for many years, he has a strange familiarity here, the bluestone floor is cold to the feet, and the wind is cold and biting in winter.

He walked smoothly along the cool bluestone walkway all the way to the square in the center of Miao Village, the doors of the Miao people's bamboo buildings on both sides of the road were closed, and the house was dark without the slightest light, and occasionally a few teams of clan witch guards with torches passed by him, but they didn't pay attention to it at all.

The square seemed empty, a few fallen leaves moved with the wind on the ground, a desolate scene, and he saw fifty-one coffins neatly stacked.

Suddenly frightened, Zhu Beichen's doubts rose suddenly, didn't the crazy girl say that these coffins were all missing, why did they appear again at night!

Among them, a sarcophagus stands out as it stands out as it is about two meters high, five meters long, and three meters wide. The coffin lid and the coffin body are tightly stitched, standing proudly in the coffin. Wasn't it forcibly broken open by the ram and cocoon, how could it be intact, or was the madgirl lying to herself at all?

About fifty meters behind Zhu Beichen, there was always a pair of dark eyes staring at him secretly.

The wind was blowing in the square, there was no yellow sand all over the ground, and the cool breeze of Xi Xi was blowing on the ground, with an eerie smell, with the decay of the dead corpses of the coffins of the cemetery!