"Black-scaled merman?!"

Partridge Whistle once went to the coast of the East China Sea in search of the ruins of Dongmeng.

Because of the disaster of the Red Mei Army, the jade beads hidden in Maoling were missing, and he rummaged through the ancient books and historical books, only to find that after the Red Mei Army left Chang'an, it was divided into two branches.

One group went south to Luoning, and the other went to the East China Sea.

That is, the ruins of the legendary Dongmeng.

Trying to go to the overseas fairy mountain.

He searched for several years on the coast of the East China Sea.

Although there was no trace of the dust beads, he saw countless strange and unimaginable things in the deep sea.

Deep-sea shark beads, weeping pearl mermaids, two-headed giant turtles, whales as big as ancient ships, eight-clawed cuttlefish, and treasure hunters who salvage shipwrecks and green heads.

and the ancient overseas fairy mountain.

Penglai, abbot, Yingzhou Island.

After years of walking, the partridge whistle has opened its eyes.

It was precisely because of that experience that he was able to break through it in one bite when he saw the strange face full of scales and sharp teeth reflected by the firelight at this moment.

"Not bad."

Recognizable to him.

Chen Yulou was not surprised.

He just nodded in a deep tone.

As the two spoke, they seemed to be drawn by the light in the wind lamp, and the shark's open mouth suddenly burst into flames, and a wisp of flame ignited out of thin air.

The color is blue-blue and greenish.

It's fire.

But it gives people an indescribable deep chill.

Whoa—

With a flame lit up.

In the darkness on both sides of the stone gate, one after another, ghost fires like bean seedlings slowly ignited.

A total of six lights.

Look through the wind lamp.

There was a row of copper pillars embedded in the stone wall, and those black-scaled sharks, who were half-human and half-fish, were locked by iron chains through the pipa bones, half-kneeling on the ground, their eyes were blank.

Behind the fangs with wide mouths and sharp saws, a stone-like wick could be faintly seen, planted in the abdomen and hidden behind the tongue.

An eerie ghost fire burned in their mouths.

See this scene.

Even though Chen Yulou had expected it, he still couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

As early as the Qin and Han dynasties, there were people who went deep into the bottom of the sea, specially hunted and killed sharks, slaughtered and dried in the shade, and took their oil to make lamps and candles, and one drop could burn for ten days and a half months.

It is known as the ever-bright lamp.

One is worth three thousand gold beads.

Non-imperial nobles, ordinary people can't afford to use them at all.

At the same time, because of this characteristic, in less than a thousand years, the overseas mermaids were almost all killed.

It's just that......

Even if it is used to make 10,000-year-old candles and everlasting lamps, it is mostly used to melt fat into lamp oil.

But here it is directly used as a shark body.

Although as long as the body does not melt, the light can finally be brightened, but who will be like the king?

Or bent on seeking immortals!

Spit out turbidity, Chen Yulou put away his thoughts, pulled out the bone knife with his backhand, and gently touched the corpse with the back of the knife, and suddenly, the sound of gold and stone colliding sounded.

Thousands of years have passed.

The six shark corpses showed no signs of decay.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no mercury spots on the corpse, he would have wondered if it had been impregnated with mercury.

These mermaids are male and female, with distinctly human features on their upper bodies, but from their waist down to their abdomen, they have long fins covered in black scales.

It's like being wrapped in a layer of fish scale armor.

It refracted an eerie light in the light of the lamp.

Since the Qin and Han dynasties.

The mermaids seem to be extinct.

But if I remember correctly, the South China Sea is in ruins, and in the deep sea, there is still a group of sharks surviving.

As a demon in the sea.

The black-scaled shark is extremely ferocious, even if it is a dragon king whale, once it breaks into the coral cave realm, it will be surrounded and killed to death, and the flesh and blood will be eaten away, leaving only a skeleton.

And their only weakness.

It is the fetus of a lunar eclipse.

If you go to the place of ruins, you can try to catch a few, and the Tan people also need to penetrate the sea array, but they are natural underwater demons.

"No, Brother Chen, the ever-bright lantern is also called the candle of the dead, which is used to guide the soul of the dead and return to the yang world to relive his life, and there are six lamps here...... But there were only three coffins. ”

Chen Yulou was still looking at those mermaids.

Thinking wildly in his head, a doubt suddenly sounded in his ears.

The partridge whistle carried the wind lantern and looked around, even behind the gate, but except for the three demon coffins, there were no other corpses here.

This number obviously does not correspond.

Even if you count the joint burial of the king, there are only five.

Still not right!

"Six lights?"

Chen Yulou, who came back to his senses, pointed to the depths of the coffin, and said with a cold smile in his eyes.

"What?"

I could hear the error in his tone.

Partridge Whistle seemed to think of something, and turned sharply away, only to realize ...... Behind the three chaotic and chaotic coffin arrays, I don't know when, three ghost fires came out.

Plus the six lamps in front of you.

That's the Nine Paths.

This means that in the Xuan Palace, at least nine corpses were buried.

How is this possible?

Thinking of this, Partridge Whistle's mind instantly sank to the bottom, and the six corpses were already beyond his expectations, and there was no reason to bury nine corpses in a Xuan Palace.

You must know that the side of the couch does not allow others to sleep soundly.

Not to mention the burial chamber?

The three demon coffins, the three prison shadow bones buried, can barely be said.

But what about the other corpses?

At this moment, Rao is well-informed and visionary, and he can't help but fall into confusion.

The deceased candle is ancient, and it shouldn't be wrong.

Therefore, there is only one possibility, and the act of offering the king is indeed different from ordinary people.

"Brother Dao, take a look?"

Ignoring the six shark corpses, Chen Yulou walked through the tomb.

Just the shadow bone tomb is so weird and complicated, you can imagine how amazing the heavens and the earth and the shrimp tail crab body should be.

"Okay."

Partridge Whistle wouldn't dare to think about it.

Especially the six shark corpses, with their empty and godless eyes, staring at them so directly.

There's always a feeling of peeking in the dark.

It's chilling.

Quickly followed, the bronze coffin opened, and the air was still filled with a condensed and rotten smell, as for the side, the partridge whistle subconsciously carried the lantern and swept away.

Just one eye.

He couldn't walk anymore.

Looking at the shape, the first one is a wooden coffin, with a coffin but no coffin.

According to the Zhou system of burial scriptures.

The Son of Heaven has five coffins and two coffins, a heavy coffin is a coffin, covered with a skin, two coffins are also ground, made of basswood, three coffins are called, four are small coffins, five are large coffins, and two coffins are coated.

The princes have four coffins and one coffin, two coffins and one coffin for doctors, and one coffin and one coffin for scholars.

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The white pauper was buried only in a coffin.

So after looking at it from a distance, he didn't think much about it.

After all, the three demon coffins, bronze and twisted stone, each is more amazing than the other, and this wooden coffin is the most inconspicuous one.

But at this moment, through a layer of wind lamp parchment, in the swaying firelight, he clearly saw that under the accumulated dust, the coffin was like charcoal, and the wood was even more dense and tough.

It's like burning through a fire.

"Coffin!"

The partridge whistled and recognized it.

This kind of wood is clearly the legendary kiln wood.

It is said that only in the land of eternal night where the sun does not shine, can the manhole wood grow, tens of hundreds of years to increase a circle of annual rings, if you want to grow into a towering tree, it is impossible not to have thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

In addition, the manhole wood can isolate pests and rats from water vapor erosion.

Therefore, it has been respected by the emperor since ancient times.

It's just that......

This wood is extremely rare.

Not to mention making a coffin, it is difficult to create a wooden seal.

In desperation, I can only choose golden silk nanmu.

There is still a saying that there is one gram and one or two gold.

Wood is priceless.

At least the Partridge Whistle has been fighting for so long, and it has only been known by its name, but it has never seen the real thing.

At this moment, he didn't care about the ghost fire lamp, and carefully wiped off the thick layer of dust on the coffin.

In an instant, a black gold light floated.

Under the coke wood grain, the rings are clearly visible.

The partridge whistle specially counted one hundred and thirty-six circles, which means that the wood used to build this coffin is at least tens of thousands of years old.

The most amazing thing is.

The coffin is integrated, and the corners of the wood are completely missing, and the most central section of the letter is carved.

As the old saying goes, the manhole is broken by eight inches.

Without tens of thousands of years, it will definitely not grow to this extent.

He couldn't even imagine what kind of person he had to be buried in the 10,000-year-old coffin.

One more point.

Since the king has put it here.

It must be clear that the value of the coffin is high.

He didn't even have a dove to occupy the magpie's nest.

Judging from this way, the person who sacrificed the king is not a moral gentleman, in order to build the tomb of the Heavenly Palace, killing people and killing people, bleeding like a river, how many people are buried for him?

If you think so.

Then there is only one possibility.

The coffin he prepared for himself was better than the coffin.

It's just that......

Partridge Whistle couldn't think of a better material in the world than wood.

Could it be that the king really ascended to the sky by the dragon and ascended to become an immortal, and the Xuangong here is just his clothed mound?

That's why he didn't even care about the coffin.

"Kiln wood, it's a good thing indeed."

Just when he was stunned.

Chen Yulou, who came around from the other side of the sarcophagus, couldn't help but sigh with emotion when his eyes fell on the wood grains shaped like black gold.

"Brother Chen also recognized it."

Partridge Whistle took a deep breath, her face still amazed.

The spiritual wood of this world is as vast as the sea, but even if he is like him, he has walked in the world all his life, and it is difficult to get a glimpse of one in ten thousand.

"The coffin is sunken, the bronze coffin, the eight characters are not hard, don't approach."

"Chen still heard of these mantras of the Touching Gold Sect."

Chen Yulou smiled.

However, another thought came to my mind.

Speaking of heaven and earth spiritual objects in the tomb of the king, it is natural that the 10,000-year-old Tai Sui must be, and the second is the meat lotus that is about to become a fine in the back mountain, both of which are born by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

Long before planning to come to Shalong Mountain.

He thought about practicing Aoki Gong with two great medicines.

This coffin has never been moved.

But the 10,000-year-old grass and trees, the aura contained in them, cannot be measured in words at all.

Subconsciously.

Chen Yulou stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on the coffin.

The green mangs float in the palm of the hand.

Quietly urging Aoki Gong, his divine consciousness swam along the kiln like lightning.

"It's a pity ......"

Not much.

He withdrew his hand and patted the dust that had been dispersed, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

The 10,000-year-old manhole is indeed rare.

It's a pity that it has been cut down and made into a coffin for too long, and it is placed horizontally in the dark Xuangong, and the aura has been invisibly consumed countless times.

"With the wooden coffin as the coffin, this shadow bone, I don't know what kind of demon corpse it should be."

Partridge Whistle didn't notice anything unusual.

Just staring at the coffin, his eyes flickered.

"Who knows, maybe it's an empty coffin......"

Chen Yulou shrugged his shoulders and said with a meaningful smile.

The bronze coffin buries the demon, the kiln buries the ghost, and the hanging sarcophagus buries a ghostly stone spirit.

Ghosts are formless and insubstantial, and are difficult for ordinary people to see.

He said that it might be an empty coffin, but it wasn't nonsense.

"Empty coffin?!"

Partridge Whistle raised an eyebrow, visibly incredulous.

But.

Chen Yulou went without much explanation.

Holding the wind lantern, he pointed to the three ghost fires not far away.

I don't know why.

Compared to the six shark corpse immortal lamps behind him.

Those three rays of light and fire, light and dark, fluctuated, like someone hiding in the dark night and blowing a breath of cold air from time to time.

Makes it look even more eerie.

Seeing this, the partridge whistle immediately realized, and without delay, pressed the keel of the mirror umbrella with his backhand, and went straight around the coffin.

The two quickly approached one left and one right.

At this moment, in the tomb, there was no longer the sound of demon corpses scratching the copper coffin, but it also fell into a death-like silence.

Except for the slight footsteps of the two.

Only the wind lantern streaked through the fog, bringing up the sound of breaking wind.

Not much.

In the light of the two wind lanterns on the left and right.

Rust-green light emerged, and it was three...... No, it's four copper pillars lined up.

The middle one, several people tall, has a strange shape, like a bull's head.

The partridge whistle couldn't guess, and his eyes subconsciously moved to the remaining three copper pillars.

I thought it was three more shark corpses.

But the moment the three ghost fires brightened, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The faces of the three children, with their heads bowed and their eyes closed, looked peaceful, as if they were just sleeping children, and they appeared one by one in the halo.

"Figurines?!"

It's been two or three days at the end of the month, and I asked for a monthly pass and rushed 2,000 tickets!!

(End of chapter)

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