"I can't sleep! I can't wake up if I sleep in this place! You two insist on insisting!" Wushuang pushed them hard - the full text of the latest chapter can not be read Ma Fuxiang and Lan Caidie, even Wushuang himself now feels that he can't do it all over, and if he closes his eyes, he may play chess with Zhou Gong.

"Third grandfather, don't sleep! Caidie, your uncle, don't sit down!" The anxious Wushuang pinched the two of them respectively, and then the two of them woke up in pain again.

Wow...... Jingle ...... When the yin wind hits, the copper bells hanging on both sides of the tomb road that blow again echo, the sound is pleasant, and people are intoxicated.

Wushuang shook his body and stumbled against the rock wall of the cave, he lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, the stimulation of nicotine made him temporarily sober up a lot.

"We can't sleep! If we fall asleep, we'll never wake up. Wushuang said to the two of them lazily.

Lan Caidie leaned on his shoulder, and there was only a slit left between his upper and lower eyelids: "Don't go, I don't want to go, let me sleep for a while, okay?"

Ma Fuxiang's murderous beard is still as fierce as when he was young, in order to prevent himself from making a mistake in his sleepiness, he actually killed himself and pointed at his veins, which is a death point, a little heavier, he will have to die, fortunately, the old man is a real master, after giving himself a point, just to relieve his drowsiness from severe pain.

He reluctantly helped Lan Caidie over, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, look for it quickly! See what is going on again! Otherwise, let's get out quickly, this place is too evil." ”

Wushuang was also trying to find it, but there was nothing special in this empty stone cave, except for ...... In addition to the strings of copper bells hanging on both sides of the cave......

Is it them? Is it their sound that hallucinates people's minds?

"Third grandfather, quickly pull these copper bells off!"

He and Ma Fuxiang grabbed the totem composed of colorful burlap and pulled it hard, dragging all the copper bells on it to the ground. Then bring them together and wrap them together in a roll. Although there will be copper bells when the wind blows, it is many times quieter than just now.

Wushuang's judgment was very accurate, that is, there was something wrong with the copper bell, and when the ringing of the copper bell decreased, the three of them gradually regained their senses.

"Is this Yeluchen really evil? The little brass bells actually have the effect of seducing people's hearts, it seems that the shamanic evil art really deserves its name!"

"This place is not small, you see, there are thousands of copper bells alone, is he Yeluchen using copper bells to prevent tomb robbers?" Ma Fuxiang wondered.

In shamanism, the copper bell has many functions, the sound of the copper bell is crisp and pleasant, and the shaman believes that this wonderful rhythm can communicate with all things in the world, and can communicate with the gods, ghosts, and spirits. At the same time, many of these bells can also be found in the ancient tombs of some shamanic believers, and it is said that the notes of these copper bells can dispel the evil spirits of the deceased and play a role in calming the corpses.

But this is Yeluchen's own grave, the history books do not say that he died of a bad disease, he will never use these copper bells to suppress his own soul, so these copper bells have other uses. Although Wushuang didn't say anything, a hint of foreboding had already risen in his heart. However, this is an ancient tomb, not a playground, and who dares to do this business does not pin his head in the waistband of his trousers? This is simply a desperate act, or how can Wu Gongyao forbid future generations to learn to touch alchemy? He does not want to be left behind. You snatch money from dead people, how easy is it? What should come will always come, and you can't hide from it.

"Let's go, don't think about it so much, if there is no danger in this Khitan tomb, then I'm afraid it will be emptied a long time ago, and it's our turn to do it?" Wushuang comforted the two of them, but also comforted himself.

The further you go, the heavier the water vapor in the cave becomes, the water vapor is cold and wet, and the temperature is not high in early spring, leaving a thick layer of frost on the walls of the cave on both sides. The clear spring water flowed down, and Wushuang didn't know if the water could be drunk, so he picked up a puddle and washed his face, the water was very cold, and it gave him a deep cold. However, since he accidentally obtained the blood of the White Emperor in Changbai Mountain a few days ago, he seems to have become immune to the cold, and the colder he is, the smoother the blood flow in his body.

He snapped, took a deep breath, and felt much more comfortable.

"Master, come and see, there's a spit pool ahead!" Caidie shouted.

Wushuang ran over and took a look, there was a deep pool at the end of the tomb, and there was a shallow waterfall in front of the pool, this small waterfall was formed by the spring water in the mountain, and when it flowed down, it was cold and biting. I don't know how deep this pool is, don't look at the clear water, but there seems to be a very vague layer of material under the water that obscures people's vision.

"Damn, it's the end again? What kind of fame is this Yeluchen? This is his grave? But what about the coffin? There are no burial goods, and there is no coffin? Why is it that the water burial was implemented at that time?" Ma Fuxiang rubbed his eyes, and couldn't believe that this was actually a noble fight of the princes. I had thought that the end of the tomb should be the main burial chamber, and the burial chamber was full of jewels, but now I am really disappointed.

"Could it be the Yin Spring Sinking Coffin?" Wushuang frowned, stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, the water temperature under this cold pool is very low, and his physique is special and can withstand it, but Lan Caidie and Ma Fuxiang are difficult to say.

"Master, what is the Yin Spring Coffin?" Lan Caidie asked him.

Wushuang told them that it was rare to see a sinking coffin in the Yin Spring, especially in the tombs of princes and generals. Generally, this type of burial is related to certain religious beliefs, and the owner of the tomb wants to live forever, and the Yin Spring Ice Water can keep his body undecomposed for thousands of years. The cold air in the water locks in the water inside the corpse, and such tombs have been unearthed in Yunnan. However, the cold pool is definitely not as warm as the water here, and it seems that there must be a coffin under this cold pool.

But not to mention that the water temperature is too low, it is impossible to determine how deep it is, and there is no way to get out of it.

"Grandma, is he sick? Don't they all say that the Khitans are buried? What are you doing with the whole water? In my opinion, even if the corpse is not rotten, it may be a puff. "Puff is not Miss Puff, but a Northeast dialect, which means that something has been soaked in water for a long time and eventually absorbs water and becomes swollen.

"Huh...... Third grandfather, Yeluchen is not a fool, it is estimated that the coffin under the cold pool is well sealed, and it is definitely not metal or wooden, otherwise it will not be able to lock the yin qi. Wushuang judged

My grandfather was a grave robber