The coffin was opened for an autopsy, and the four words were light and waveless.

"Ahh The crow flew by suddenly, swept up the breeze and caressed it, but still couldn't blow away the four simple words.

"You...... Are you sure? Ping Wei swallowed hard.

"Yes." Wen Qingyu nodded, staring at the dark coffin under the moon without blinking.

The coffin is a golden silk nanmu, carved with a flying goddess, surrounded by fairy clouds, extremely high and thick, quite high specifications.

Wen Qingyu's eyes narrowed, such a coffin, can Duan Ziqin's identity be used? Wen Changfeng and Duan Ziqin have a good relationship, she doesn't know?

Burying Duan Ziqin with such a coffin, is he willing to do it?

"Open!" She waved her bare hand downward, and after the coffin was opened, she would definitely not be disappointed.

"Poof." There was a dull sound, and the inch-long nails were gently thrown on the ground with flying wood chips, and the nails were densely covered with rust as the years passed. Wen Qingyu took a look, under the moonlight, it was difficult to hide the faint golden light on the nails, and the gold-plated nails?

"Drink!" Eight people gathered around the coffin at the same time, and a loud trumpet echoed in the air like thunder.

"Squeak." The heavy lid of the coffin finally slowly slid open and fell to the ground with a pop.

The smell of a strange smell makes people feel clear-headed.

"If you leave, you can come with me to have a look."

"Okay." Xiao Ruoli nodded, beckoned to the two Immortal Guards, and placed him in the pit along with the wheelchair.

Wen Qingyu poked his head out, the thick brocade in the coffin had long been dilapidated and mildew, and there were white bones lying on it, although the clothes covered by the white bones were mildew and black, it was still not difficult to see that the clothes were not valuable.

There is no burial in the coffin, and there is a world of difference between such specifications and the materials used in the coffin.

Wen Qingyu's concentration made Ping Wei involuntarily hook his head and look into the coffin, didn't he say that there was evidence of the master's death in vain? Where?

"Ruoli, take a closer look."

Xiao Ruoli put a thin layer of gloves on his hands, reached into the museum, and carefully groped up and down the white bones.

The clear eyes are still as warm as the warm sun, and the strength of the slender and even hands is not too strong or small.

Ping Wei shuddered fiercely, where did that look like checking the bones, I didn't know and thought that the lover he was lying next to him.

"Mrs. Duan's bones are intact and there is no external injury." Xiao Ruoli's voice was low and soft, and a touch of warmth flowed in his eyes.

"Is there poisoning?" Wen Qingyu's eyes burned, she never thought that Duan Ziqin would die and be injured.

"Her bones are white and smooth, and she doesn't look like she has been poisoned."

"Not poisoned?" Wen Qingyu was surprised: "Is it really a long-term illness?" ”

"It's not." Xiao Ruoli shook his head: "People who have been ill for a long time have been seriously damaged. She had smooth and intact bones and was not sick at all. ”

"Could it be ......" Wen Qingyu frowned: "Isn't this my mother's corpse?" ”

Duan Ziqin's death must have made a big deal, but now the bones in the coffin, no external injuries, no poisoning, no illness, how did he die?

How could such a corpse be Duan Ziqin!

"Not necessarily." Xiao Ruoli raised his head, and there was a flash of hesitation in his warm eyes: "Are you willing to believe anything I do?" ”

"Huh?" Wen Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded solemnly: "I believe you!" ”

Xiao Ruoli smiled brightly, and the gentle eyes in his eyes became warmer and warmer: "Okay." ”

He reached into the coffin again, his fingers were slightly forced, and with a crisp "gaba" sound, he actually took out a piece of corpse bone from the coffin.

"Ahh Ping Wei couldn't help but exclaim.

....... he actually destroyed the corpse?

Digging up the grave and opening the coffin is already a great disrespect to the ancestors, but I didn't expect that now Xiao Ruoli actually twisted a bone alive.

This behavior is simply ...... He couldn't find the words to describe it, but he felt his heart was clogged. And the cold woman didn't open her mouth to stop it?

Lying in this coffin, is it really her mother?

Before Ping Wei could calm his breath, Xiao Ruoli did something that was even more difficult for him to accept.

"Phew, poof." A boulder whizzed by, and without hesitation, it smashed into the ribs that had been removed.

The fragile bones broke in an instant, the irregular bone stubble was like a sharp sword, and the dazzling white light flashed under the moonlight, making people feel that the coldness penetrated the bottom of their hearts.

Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows, but still didn't say a word.

Pingwei subconsciously stayed away from them, and farther away. These two people are really not human!

"Look." Xiao Ruoli pointed to the broken bones: "The surface of this rib looks white and smooth, but the middle bone marrow is as black as ink. ”

Wen Qingyu took over the broken bones, Duan Ziqin had been dead for several years, and the bones had already dried out.

The place where the bone marrow used to be has become a long, thin round hole. However, anyone with long eyes can see that there is darkness around the bone marrow.

When you put it on your nose and smell it, you will have a faint fishy smell.

"It's poisonous!" Wen Qingyu muttered, she had never seen such a phenomenon in her life.

"That's right." Xiao Ruoli nodded: "It is indeed a very powerful poison, if it is not for the broken bones to visit, no one can see that this person is poisoned." ”

Wen Qingyu's fingers clenched, and his bones were annoyed: "Maybe you can see the origin of the poison?" ”

"I can't." Xiao Ruoli shook his head: "It's too long to explore." But the person who can come up with such a poison must not be an ordinary person. ”

"My mother was really poisoned." Wen Qingyu's clear eyes flashed with a cold glow, like the brightest star in the dark night.

"I will never let go of the poisoner!"

"She wasn't poisoned." Xiao Ruoli sighed.

"This medicine is by no means a chronic poison, almost seeing blood sealing the throat, and the poison is instantaneous. If she is poisoned, and the person who poisoned her does not go far at the time of the poison, she will definitely be entangled with that person. ”

Xiao Ruoli pointed at Duan Ziqin's limbs: "You see, her fingers and toes are naturally stretched, and there is no tension and distortion when fighting with people." Apparently, everything was normal when she died, and there was no pain. ”

"Could it be," a flash of horror flashed in Wen Qingyu's eyes: "Mother, she actually took poison herself?" ”

Xiao Ruoli nodded, of course he didn't ignore the shock and puzzlement on Wen Qingyu's face, but he never lied to her.

"That's what it looks like."

Wen Qingyu was silent, she firmly believed that Duan Ziqin must have been killed. Now it has been confirmed that she really died of poisoning, but the poison was eaten by herself. Why?

I thought that by opening the coffin for an autopsy and asking the dead man to open his mouth, he would be able to peel off the cocoon and solve the mystery of Wen Qingyu's juvenile poisoning, but now he is completely out of the way, and the mystery is a little deeper.

Wen Qingyu leaned into the museum again, and under the moonlight, there was a white bone, and there was a cold light. Clusters of turquoise ghost fires, floating in the air like fireflies, like the cold eyes of the soul that cannot be blinded.

Duan Ziqin's bones did look very peaceful, there was no struggle, no pain. The two arms were pressed tightly on the bottom of the coffin, as if they were pressing not ordinary wood, but precious gold.

In his ear, Xiao Ruoli sighed, picked up the broken ribs, and carefully put them into the coffin again.

Wen Qingyu's eyes lit up suddenly, and he stared at Xiao Ruoli without blinking. It was as if he had reached into the museum, and sorting out the bones was a rare wonder for a thousand years, and he seemed to be stunned for a while.

Xiao Ruoli raised his head, his eyes were slightly surprised, but his lips were tightly pursed.

He has long been accustomed to her affairs, and she will never ask if she doesn't say it.

"How long is your arm?"

"Huh?" Xiao Ruo left his hand, what do you mean by this?

"It's not long, it's not much different from a normal person."

"yes." Wen Qingyu slowly groped his jaw: "But this coffin is so deep, why can you reach the bottom of the coffin when you reach out?" ”

Xiao Ruoli looked into the coffin: "You can too." ”

Wen Qingyu stretched out his hand, and sure enough, he touched the cold and hard coffin board of the coffin golden silk nanmu.

"This coffin ......" Wen Qingyu groaned slightly: "There is a mezzanine?" ”

A mezzanine came out of the mouths of the two almost at the same time, and Wen Qingyu and Xiao Ruoli touched their eyes, and they both saw a trace of understanding from each other's eyes.

This fine golden silk nanmu coffin turned out to be a rare coffin in a coffin?

It turned out that Duan Ziqin clasped his hands tightly on the bottom of the coffin, and he really cared about the low level of the coffin. The fragrant fragrance when the coffin was opened is still in everyone's minds, and there is still a refreshing fragrance floating in the air.

However, there were no funeral spices in Duan Ziqin's coffin, and her body had not undergone special treatment. Well, there is only one possibility for this taste.

Wen Qingyu waved his hand, his eyes stared at the bottom of the coffin, as if he wanted to see through the coffin board: "Pingwei, pry it open." ”

This time to open the second coffin in the coffin, but it was a lot more difficult than just now, a few people tried for a long time, but the coffin did not move, as if there was no coffin on the second layer, this coffin was originally specially made such a thick low.

"Miss Qingyu, you shouldn't be thinking too much." Pingwei raised his hand to wipe his sweat, on such a hot day, it is really not a matter to always do this kind of physical work.

"Stop."

Wen Qingyu walked towards the coffin, and circled around the coffin a few times, she could definitely guarantee that there would be something in this coffin.

But why can't it be opened?

Under the bright moonlight, the intricately carved fairy flying pictures around the coffin come to life. Wen Qingyu's eyes narrowed, and no one had ever carved flowers on the coffin.

The flying goddess has a wonderful posture, a pair of eyes looking forward to Shenfei, looking at the world coldly, the slightly hooked corners of her lips seem to be mocking all living beings in the red dust, and she has worked hard all her life, after all, it is just a handful of loess.

The heavenly maiden is peaceful, the fairy clouds are swirling, and the glow is thousands. Watching quietly, the ears are like cranes singing, which makes people infinitely fascinated.

Wen Qingyu had a pair of plain hands, slowly groping on the fine carving. The carving descends from the bottom of Duan Ziqin's coffin, and then goes up as smooth as a mirror. It seems to be an invisible dividing line, and it is clearly distinguished.

"Here comes the lamp." Wen Qingyu beckoned, Xiao Ruoli forcefully from his subordinates, the wheelchair shook gently, and personally shook a lantern close to the side of her face.

Wen Qingyu didn't look back, and pointed to the dividing line. The lights are close and bright.

A thin line in front of the eyes, across the coffin, but was skillfully carved by the craftsman into a belt of Milky Way, hidden under the fairy clouds, the clouds cover the fog and it is difficult to distinguish the true face.

The corners of Wen Qingyu's lips hooked slightly, this is it. She's in luck!

If it weren't for the silence of the night, if it weren't for the fact that she was as careful as her heart, if it weren't for the open fire holding on to the light, if it weren't for the fact that she was so close to the coffin, such a thin line would not have been able to be found at all.

"Come, follow this line, pry open."