The size of such a large cemetery is comparable to that of a city. The coffin, not to mention golden nanmu, must be made of pure gold, or it may be a rare treasure of heaven and earth. But no, at least the coffin everyone saw was an ordinary coffin with mottled paint. Judging from the material, it should be sand tree. This kind of tree has low density and is characterized by being light.
In the past, burial was practiced in rural areas, and the coffin had to be carried deep into the mountains. Choosing sand trees can save a lot of physical strength. Of course, this is not the main reason. The real reason is the economic level. Sand trees are everywhere in the mountains and plains, and they are cheap.
In such a large tomb, the presence of a coffin made of sand trees seems to be inconsistent. Traces of insect bites and ant infestations can be clearly seen on the exposed paint. The bottom of the coffin, whether due to excessive moisture or other reasons, is slightly moldy. I am afraid that if it is lifted up, the bottom plate will fall off.
"The length is 2.21 meters and the height is 80.5 centimeters. This is an adult's coffin." Zhang Yangjin's eyes were made of something unknown, but they could actually measure the dimensions, accurate to millimeters.
"The location is wrong, why is it in the north? The north is the master of killing!" Huang Baifu raised his eyebrows.
"Did someone bring this material inadvertently?" Wang Er asked, but he himself believed that tombs, whether ancient or modern, were an extremely serious matter and there was no room for any mistakes. It was impossible to bring in a wooden board, let alone a coffin.
"Could it be the coffin in the burial pit? I don't know who put it here." Li Qingchuan guessed that this possibility is slightly higher. It is impossible to bring the coffin in casually, but it is still possible to put it in the wrong place. Original.
"Even if it is a burial pit, it is impossible to use such a poor coffin." Huang Baifu said slowly, "In a large tomb of this level, the identities of people who can be buried with him are also unusual. They may be close confidants, generals, or soldiers of the tomb owner during his lifetime. This type of person is buried alive and will not be equipped with a coffin. Only the wife and concubines of the tomb owner are eligible to enjoy the coffin."
Everyone understood what he meant. A wife, concubine, equivalent to a mistress, the second person in the cemetery, of course cannot use such a coffin.
"Why are you thinking so much? You'll know if you open it and take a look." A master with a full space ring listened to their discussion for a long time, but he couldn't move the coffin and got impatient.
"That makes sense!" Zhang Yangjin took a step forward and then stopped. The expert was worried that the good stuff would be robbed, so
He reached the coffin with a loud sound. His weapon is a hook. He hooks the coffin lid and pulls hard.
"ah--"
He let out a scream, and his body suddenly disappeared out of thin air, disappearing inch by inch. It seemed slow, but in fact it was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, a large living person was gone, and only the weapons fell to the ground with a clang.
Everyone's hair stood on end. Zhang Yibu had already taken half a step and quietly took it back.
"Does anyone see clearly what's going on?" Huang Baifu looked at Zhang Yibu and Ji Wushen. These two people have clairvoyance.
"I didn't see anything." Zhang Yibu shook his head, his face full of solemnity. The unknown is the scariest thing. Anyone who can survive here is not a master. But he was killed without even the strength to resist. He was so close and didn't notice it at all. This was the most terrifying thing.
"I didn't see it either." Ji Wushen originally disdained to participate in activities with others, but at this time he unknowingly got closer to everyone.
With the strength of a master, if you pull hard, not to mention a coffin lid, even a hill can be overturned. But the coffin lay quietly in the corner, without even a particle of wood falling.
"There has been a change." Zhang Wuhe exclaimed.
The coffin board opened silently and magically, and the creaking sound came from inside the coffin, which was so harsh in the silent space. Liu Wei'an's goosebumps rose. Yan'er held his arm tightly and closed her eyes tightly, with fear on her face. The swordsman holds his sword across his chest as if facing a powerful enemy.
The others had similar expressions, staring intently at the coffin. At this time, the ancient survivors came in, stopped when they heard the sound, and watched quietly without disturbing.
The white shadow flashed, and a mummy sat up in the coffin. The eyes were gone, and the black eye sockets stared straight at everyone, which shocked everyone.
"Damn it, a dead man!" A master cursed. Although this dead man was weird, he was not afraid of it. Not afraid of living people, but also afraid of dead people.
The mummy is an adult man, about forty years old, with well-maintained, shiny black hair. He has been lying in this dark place for who knows how long. It is amazing that his hair has not fallen out. It can still maintain its luster. I don’t know. What brand of shampoo are you using? I guess there were no skin care products in those days.
Otherwise, the skin will not be as dry as tree bark.
Everyone just breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ji Wushen, who had remained calm even in the face of death, changed his face. He pointed at the mummy and said, "What he is holding is the "Indestructible Heritage Sutra"!" Because he was too excited, he spoke His voice trembled slightly.
Except for Yan'er, everyone's body was greatly shaken.
The mummy is holding an unknown piece of skin in its hand, exuding an ancient aura. Due to the angle, only the first three words can be seen: The Legend of Immortality... In line with the specifications of the cemetery, the scriptures are qualified to appear in this place. There is only "The Sutra of Immortal Inheritance".
From ancient times to the present, there is only one scripture that can be named Immortal - the "Indestructible Succession Sutra".
"The "Eternal Succession Sutra" is really the "Immortal Succession Sutra"!" Master Wei couldn't help but step forward with an excited expression.
"The "Indestructible Heritage Sutra" unexpectedly appeared here. I thought it was lost, but it turns out that the King of Humans has it. It's great." General Zhao, who was not tempted by anything, clenched his fists.
"The Sutra of Immortal Inheritance is mine." The noble man in black showed his emotions fluctuating for the first time.
Some of the experts who betrayed Zhang Wuhe had never heard of the "Immortal Succession Sutra", but this did not prevent them from making accurate judgments. They knew that the "Immortal Sutra" was a good thing, and they were still in a daze when they saw others. , they shouted and rushed forward.
"Seeking death!" Ji Wushen was furious and shot up like a bolt of lightning.
"The Sutra of Immortality is mine." Zhang Yibu took the initiative to attack Ji Wushen. Among all people, he believed that Ji Wushen was the greatest threat.
"I'll help you!" Zhang Yangjin used the Zhang family's secret skill.
The others moved and rushed towards the mummy, bumping into each other on the way and blocking each other. The battle was extremely fierce. In one encounter, there were already casualties, and some people fell to the ground bleeding.
"Stay here and don't move." Liu Wei'an couldn't stand anymore and rushed forward, with the swordsman following closely behind him.
"A bunch of clowns dare to get their hands on the Immortal Heritage Sutra. General Zhao, I'm sorry to bother you." A trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the noble man in black.
"No trouble, this is the duty of the general." When General Zhao's fingers fell on the hilt of the sword, a burst of aura burst out, shocking everyone instantly.
