Chapter 87
I have lived in Mohe since I was a child, where the temperature is very low all year round. I have never seen this kind of reptile called a skink.
The smelly coffin liquid flowed less and less, and the Sun brothers looked at each other and nodded in tacit agreement.
The black coffin fluid flowed through the golden coffin board, and the yellow and black colors intertwined, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"Take care of me, Third Brother, gold coffin and silver coffin, this is so awesome, I want to see what this boss looks like."
The third brother nodded, and the two got on the engineer shovel at the same time.
"The coffin board and the coffin are very tight, so you have to work hard!"
Then there was a harsh and unpleasant metal sound, and the golden coffin plates began to separate little by little from the innermost coffin under the pry of the engineering shovel.
It took a lot of effort.
The golden coffin fell off, finally revealing the coffin wrapped inside.
This coffin is completely black. Due to the good sealing of the outer gold coffin and silver coffin, the coffin itself is very well preserved, and the entire coffin has not collapsed or deformed at all.
The black coffin itself was made of gloomy wood. The boss was a rice seller in our gang. He had a good eye and recognized it at a glance. The boss said with a solemn expression: "If I'm not mistaken, This is a gloomy coffin made of old locust wood.”
"Gloomy Locust Tree?"
I swallowed my saliva and whispered, "No way, brother, isn't it Jinsinnan gloomy wood? Why were coffins made of locust wood before?"
"Yunfeng, you are only half right. There are many types of golden trees. Not only golden nangan, but also red toon, green bar, cypress, hemp willow, yew, and mulberry. According to common sense, people think that golden The dark locust wood is the rarest and most precious, but actually this is not true. What is really rare is the dark locust wood. This kind of wood will not rot for thousands of years and will not be bitten by rats or insects."
"In addition, according to Feng Shui, locust wood is cool in nature and belongs to yin, so it is most suitable for preserving corpses."
Sister Hong also looked at the coffin and nodded, obviously agreeing with the boss.
There were five bronze coffin nails on this dark, gloomy wooden coffin. The third brother counted it twice and finally confirmed that it was indeed five coffin nails.
"Brother, do you want to pick up the nails?" The third child's face looked a little ugly.
"Get up! Open the coffin and make a fortune!"
However, just as the engineer shovel hit the coffin nail, something happened.
The gloomy old locust wood coffin suddenly shook, and there was a muffled sound in the coffin.
I thought I heard it wrong, and was about to ask Sister Hong next to me if she heard any noise from the coffin, but at this moment, the coffin shook again!
It’s not that I heard it wrong, and it’s not that I saw it wrong! This time I heard clearly.
There is clearly something alive in this coffin!
I was frightened, and involuntarily took a few steps back, trembling: "There is... something, there is something in the coffin!"
The Sun brothers quickly took two steps back, and the third son said with a pale face, "Fuck, that's impossible! The gold coffin and silver coffin are so tightly sealed, how could something get in there!"
He meant that a mouse or something had gotten into the coffin.
"It's not Third Brother, maybe it's not a mouse..."
He immediately glared at me: "Don't talk about the unlucky Yunfeng! What's not a rat is a rat! Don't scare yourself!"
After being scolded, I became anxious and immediately blurted out: "Third Brother, let's run! What if it's a Zongzi Zombie!" After saying this, I felt a chill on my back and goosebumps all over my body.
"Damn it, what kind of rice dumplings are there? I have followed the king to many tombs, and there is no such thing at all. Yunfeng, please don't start talking nonsense!"
"Open! Open now!" After the third child finished speaking, he picked up the engineering shovel with a roar, stepped forward and aimed at the coffin nails.
We didn't dare to show our anger where we were, for fear of affecting him.
When the third coffin nail was removed, the third child came closer. He lay on the coffin lid and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
Two or three minutes later, he suddenly turned around and said with wide eyes: "There... there seems to be breathing inside!"
At this time, I suddenly remembered the nightmare I had after I was in coma. Thinking of the protagonist in the dream, I pointed at the coffin with trembling hands: "Third brother, please don't open it!"
