"None of us can guess whether there is selfishness or not, only the old man himself understands it in his heart. But I think don't look at the ability of Tong Sixi's golden point on the surface, but in the end, holding back the treasure is the ability that can really make a life, at least it doesn't break the law, and what is stolen is the spiritual objects between heaven and earth. Jin Dianran is different, this magic in the body depends on how to use it, if it is used well, it will benefit the people, and if it is not used well, it will be escaped into the devil's way. That Tong Sixi devoted himself to working for the Japanese, and sooner or later he would be punished. The two of them walked towards Liu's land while chatting, which was also to give themselves courage.

The bright light of the flashlight passed, revealing a two-meter-square collapse after a bud. Wushuang stood next to him, only to feel the scalp blown by the wind blowing inside. He took a flashlight and shone it in, just in time to see a large black coffin under the hole in the ground.

The Koreans are now Koreans, and many of the funeral culture of Koreans is similar to that of Chinese, but the lines on the coffins are naturally different. The Chinese pay attention to Fu Lu Shou, while the Koreans like dark water patterns and cloud wave patterns. Generally, the coffin with the water pattern is used for the female corpse, and the cloud wave pattern is used for the male corpse. This big black coffin is carved with water patterns.

The owner of the tomb was estimated to be a large family in the vicinity during her lifetime, and there are many dowries and female workers in the tomb during her lifetime, and there are countless pots and pots. Wushuang Xindao, the countryman has long hair and short knowledge, and these crockpots alone are worth a thousand gold, which is much stronger than the bracelet of the corpse's blood. If Liu Dazhuang hadn't been a fan of money, he wouldn't have pried open the coffin of the owner of the tomb without authorization, and he wouldn't have ended up like this.

In the burial chamber, the lid of the coffin of the owner of the tomb is placed diagonally on one side, and a white woman's hand is placed on the outer edge of the coffin board.

"Old Iron ...... I think...... No matter how bold Liu Dazhuang is, he will definitely not dare to change the corpse, right? Why did the female corpse's hand stretch out by itself?" Lu Haotian asked tremblingly.

"Don't scare yourself, look at what time it is. ”

"It's 11 o'clock. ”

Wushuang said: "We have to do it quickly, we must do it before 12 o'clock, it is a cloudy moment, when the moonlight is 90 degrees vertically down and just shines on the face of the female corpse, don't let her see the moonlight." ”

"Then you said earlier, let's prepare a sheet and cover her, right?"

"***, you can't use a quilt sheet with a dead face, you have to use the Dhara Sutra to memorize, how can there be in this place? Okay, work!" Wushuang carried the paper man into the hole in the ground, put the paper man on the head of the coffin, and poked his head into the coffin for a while, ouch......

Even a person like Wushuang who had just come out of the Dragon Slaying Ridge alive gasped. It's not that the female corpse inside is terrifying, but she is extremely well preserved, her expression is lifelike, her face is pale, her lips are rainbow, and she has a beautiful face. Even Lu Haotian couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"It's a pity, this little beauty was at most 20 years old when she died, and she really avoided her life since ancient times!"

Wushuang turned his head and glared at him: "It is forbidden to mention the word death in the ancient tomb!

The nails of the female corpse are as long as the harem ladies of the Qing Dynasty wear nail covers, and even the ends are curled. The long jet-black hair was past the toes, coiled high under the coffin.

Wushuang took two steps back, respectfully bowed to the beautiful female corpse in the coffin, and pointed to the paper man on the side: "Girl, there is a debtor and a debtor, Liu Dazhuang rushed into you, strayed into your underworld, and stole the jade bracelet on your wrist, today I will bring him to make amends like you." ”

Saying that, Wushuang gave Lu Haotian a look and asked him to burn the paper figure. But as soon as Lu Haotian pressed the lighter, an evil wind blew out the fire in the hole inexplicably. Lu Haotian tried a few more times, but in the end, the flint was gone, and he still couldn't light it.

"The girl can't be too much, and the same is true for ghosts, I've said all the good things, and I hope the girl will be forgiving and forgiving, in order to show my sincerity, I'll return your bracelet to you first." ”

The dead man's mind was incomprehensible, so he could only take out the blood of the corpse and approach the coffin. His glasses stared at the female corpse, holding the bracelet in one hand, and pulling out the dagger that Wu Wu was going to leave in the other.

He wasn't stupid enough to breathe mouth-to-mouth with a dead corpse like Lao Wantou, stopped less than a meter from the coffin, and then tried to bring the jade bracelet back to the dead body. Although he is a master of art and bold, after all, he is young and has never done this kind of work, so he can't help but feel weak in his heart, and the movements in his hands have begun to lose shape. The black light was blinding, and the direction of Lu Haotian's flashlight was a little off, he reached over and not only did not bring the jade bracelet to the female corpse, but touched the female corpse's hand, and the female corpse's hand stiffly rested on the side eye of the coffin, and he slipped back into the coffin by touching it.

"Look, you always talk about me, look at your bear-like appearance!" Lu Haotian disagreed.

Wushuang is a descendant of thieves, and since he was a child, he has followed the master to practice the skill of quick eyes, Lu Haotian didn't see what was going on just now, but he saw it clearly. What was my fault just now? It was clear that at the moment when I stretched out my hand, the hand of the female corpse fell back into the coffin by itself.

"Huh...... What do you mean, girl?" Wushuang laughed dryly and quickly retreated.

Lu Haotian said: "What else can it mean? She didn't take a fancy to Liu Dazhuang, she fell in love with your little white face, why don't you go in and sleep with her?"

"Fuck your uncle, you know a fart! I'm going to cheat the corpse! Hurry up and set the paper figure on fire for me, and we'll flash when we pay off the debt!"

"Your uncle, you try! I can't click it!" Lu Haotian scolded.

Lu Haotian, who was in a hurry, half-squatted in front of the paper man to make a fire, but the flint was polished and couldn't catch fire at all. He happened to look up, and inadvertently glanced at the paper figure by the moonlight, and a subtle smile appeared on his pale face.

"Oh my mother......! Why is he smiling at me?" Lu Haotian stumbled to Wushuang's side.

Wushuang also felt that this ancient tomb was strange, and his heart had risen to his throat since he jumped in. It is obvious that this beautiful Goryeo female corpse is still at work.

"Something is wrong, it's Liu Dazhuang who owes someone, how can he not order it? Get out of the way, I'll take a look." Wushuang frowned and looked at the paper man, not knowing what was wrong.

According to the records in the Thousand Machines Thief, souls can indeed be stolen, but they are also based on the willingness of dead ghosts to let go of their souls. This paper figure has Liu Dazhuang's birthday written on it, and a strand of his hair replaces the living, why didn't she stop burning it to the dead ghost in the tomb?

A ray of cold light suddenly shot out of the paper man's originally dull eyes, and suddenly Wushuang felt a chill all over his body, Lu Haotian was right, this paper man was weird! Wushuang tore off a strand of black hair on the paper man's head and sniffed, where is this human hair? How can there be a smell of animal body?