I asked Cong Shuya, "Why do you want to take off his crown, is it a big difference whether you wear a hat or not for zongzi?" Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Cong Shuya squeezed my hand and patiently explained, "This coffin king is the ghost king who blocks the way, and you can also call him the captain of the zongzi brigade." The crown on the head represents identity, just like marching and fighting with a tiger talisman to dispatch troops. Once the crown is removed, he will lose his mobility for a certain period of time, just like a general who has lost the tiger charm and can only stare dryly. But we'll have to put a crown on him when we come out, or he's not going to be fun. ”

The black sarcophagus lid was opened, and there was a stabbing and grinding sound. In the past, when the museum opened this kind of smoothbore coffin, it was mostly opened, and it had to be closed back when it was touched, but this time Diao Nan completely opened the entire coffin lid and took it off.

With a rope pinned to his waist, he rode to the coffin with words in his mouth. Diao Nan bowed down, probably putting the rope on the zongzi. Diao Nan's right hand is very dexterous, but it was also busy for a while to get it right, how to tie the zongzi is particular, if I go up, it is estimated that I will just tie a dead knot and drag it out.

Diao Nan finished tying up the zongzi and went to the coffin, only revealing a small bit of his back, if it weren't for the fact that his hand kept moving and the rope was being entangled, I thought that this zongzi was going to catch him in and spoil it.

After a while, Diao Nan straightened up, I was drinking water, and when I saw Zongzi sitting up with his face to face, I was disgusted and squirted out all the water in my mouth.

Diao Nan turned his back to us, couldn't see his expression clearly, and the flashlights of several people were all shining on the zongzi. He had a dark face, his hair was scattered, and he was wearing a bullfighting suit. Zongzi closed his eyes slightly, but there were two tears of blood in the corners of his eyes.

I was shocked, this zongzi has been here for hundreds of years, how can there be blood that has not dried up. However, Diao Nan must have seen it much more clearly than us in the face of zongzi. Since Diao Nan ignored it, there must be a solution.

This bullfighting suit is not the Spanish one, this is a costume of the Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei. This also proves that the identity of the person in this coffin is not simple. To be able to use such a character to see the gate, there must be no doubt that he is an emperor.

Diao Nan untied the front of the zongzi, jumped up, stood on the ground, and began to take off the bullfighting suit of the zongzi.

We watched from the sidelines, so focused and scary, almost holding our breath, and not daring to take a breath.

Fortunately, Diao Nan was agile, and soon the bullfighting suit on the upper body was taken off, and then Diao Nan began to untie the sweatshirt inside. When the sweatshirt was taken off, Zongzi suddenly opened his eyes, and what was surprising was that it seemed to be a pair of wolf eyes, flashing with a faint green glow.

Diao Nan didn't panic, his mouth was chattering, and he seemed to be discussing with Zongzila where to travel together next time. may be that Diao Nan kept saying that he was a little annoyed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again with a crooked neck.

Diao Nan put the zongzi down, so that the whole person was lying on the zongzi, and his right hand was placed between the two. I think this posture is too obscene, because Diao Nan's right hand has been groping around the crotch of the zongzi. Although he knew that Diao Nan was unbuttoning his bullfighting suit and sweatshirt, he couldn't help but think of some evil things. I secretly thought that Diao Nan was using his dexterous right hand as the fifth girl, and he was solving the emptiness for zongzi for hundreds of years.

Diao Nan stood up again, grabbed Zongzi's shoulders and twisted Zongzi around. Maybe it's an angle problem, Diao Nan was a little suffocated, turned around and faced us and leaned his back against the coffin, the bear paw held Zongzi's shoulder, and the other hand was placed between the two of them to pull Zongzi's clothes out.

Diao Nan tied the corpse rope around the neck of the zongzi, and from my point of view, it looks like the zongzi was hanging crookedly in front of Diao Nan, this scene is indescribably weird. The crown of the head is indeed long enough to tie up the entire body, staggering downwards one by one, and finally tying a dead knot in the belly squeeze position.

Just when Diao Nan was about to pull all the clothes out, white hairs began to grow on the chest of the zongzi, and I exclaimed and pointed at the zongzi with my finger. I didn't dare to speak, I didn't know if I should report to Diao Nan at this time, and I didn't know who to ask for instructions, my hand pointing to Zongzi had begun to tremble, because Zongzi's chest was already covered with white hair. Maybe it's an angle problem, Diao Nan didn't find anything abnormal, he looked at me strangely when he heard my exclamation, saw me pointing at him as if I was convulsive, frowned, and continued to tug at the clothes sandwiched between the two.

Cong Shuya kept making some strange gestures towards Diao Nan, Diao Nan was stunned, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he actually pulled out a short knife, and he was about to cut the rope that bound the corpse.

Diao Nan's mouth began to chant again, like an old monk overspending his soul, I don't know if this is what others sound to me, anyway, I think so.

The white hair on the zongzi gradually receded, and finally only a little bit of the chest remained. Cong Shuya kept gesturing, as if telling Diao Nan what he couldn't see. Diao Nan muttered in his mouth, while pinching the short knife with the bear's paw, and his dexterous right hand began to reach in front of him to untie the dead knot in front of his stomach.

As soon as Diao Nan touched the dead knot of the crown belt, the white hair on the zongzi began to grow wildly. Cong Shuya's gesture became faster and faster, and Diao Nan immediately stopped when he saw that the situation was not good. Once you stop the white hair, it will retract again, and the dead knot white hair will begin to grow.

My heart rose to my throat, and I dragged the gun from behind and planned to fight to the death with this zongzi. But I still underestimated the dexterity of Diao Nan's right hand, and at the angle of not being able to see the test groping, one hand was intermittent and really let him untie it a little. Once the dead buckle is loosened, it will be easier to follow, and it will not be long before the last dead knot remains.

At this time, Diao Nan's hand movements were faster, and the light pull of the dead knot was completely opened.

But at this time, the whole body of the zongzi grew white hair, which seemed to be more, denser and longer than before. Now he didn't need Cong Shuya to gesture, he also knew that he had a big bomb in his arms.

The hair on Zongzi's body had exploded, and he seemed to be very annoyed that Diao Nan was playing hooligan with him. His head straightened up, and his eyes opened again. But this time, a drop of blood came out of his eye again.

I really couldn't help but shout, but Diao Nan couldn't be distracted by my frizziness, and it didn't seem like he was very nervous. Diao Nan's movements are very fast, and the hair on the zongzi has been growing longer, and I think those white hairs can be two inches long at this time.

The zongzi that was hanging there like a hanged ghost actually stood up on his own, his eyes stared at the boss's faint green light, and the broken coffin next to me began to shake at this time, and there was a clicking sound inside, it seemed to be a pile of bricks, which was being assembled into a complete skeleton, and it seemed that the skeleton inside couldn't bear the loneliness and kicked the coffin lid.