I saw that in the tomb of the Lord, there were bright moon beads as the sun and the moon, and human-colored ointment as the lamps and candles.
The mercury represents the sea, the gold and silver represents the wild geese, and the carved jade represents the pines and cypresses.
The lower part is painted with the geographical forms of Baichuan, Five Mountains and Kyushu.
In the middle of the main tomb chamber, there is a huge coffin.
This coffin is extremely huge and completely black.
It looks very scary.
Because the main tomb is illuminated by everlasting lamps.
Therefore, everyone can see it at a glance.
Except for a huge coffin, there are no frost beads at all.
"No, there really is no Night Pearl! That means... Master Xiao Tian really didn't return it!"
Song Ziwei looked at the huge empty coffin.
In a state of excitement, he took several steps back.
Then, unable to suppress the anger in his heart any longer, he suddenly looked at Wang Tiannan.
He asked angrily, "Zhenzhen Wang, everything has been revealed now."
"Do you, Fang Xiandao, have anything else to say?"
The Song family has been friends with Fang Xiandao for many years.
Over the years, the Song family has donated no less than one billion in various properties to Fang Xiandao.
Moreover, I have always believed in Fang Xiandao and Xiao Daoyan unconditionally.
However, he never dreamed that Xiao Daoyan was doing it for his own selfish reasons.
He actually hid that night-luminous bead exuding frost in secret.
It is precisely because of Xiao Daoyan that he has never returned the Night Pearl.
Therefore, the entire Song family was restless.
In the end, he even made a vicious move and made Song Ziwei sit in a wheelchair for more than ten years.
In the past ten or twenty years.
No one can understand the humiliation Song Ziwei suffered, the look she received, and the ridicule she received.
Even if Song Ziwei hadn't met Ye Chen.
I'm afraid that he has already passed away, and even his life is gone.
The grievances of the past ten years rushed to my heart instantly.
No matter how good-tempered Song Ziwei is, no matter how gentle her personality is, she can no longer suppress it at this time.
Looking at Song Ziwei's eyes full of anger.
For the first time, a trace of panic flashed in Wang Tiannan's eyes.
"This, this, this..." Wang Tiannan pointed to the huge coffin in front of him.
He stammered: "This..."
"Perhaps there is some misunderstanding."
He didn't even finish his sentence.
I saw a dark shadow flashing before my eyes.
Snapped……
Ye Chen slapped Wang Tiannan hard on the face.
He was immediately swatted away and hit hard against the wall in front of him.
He was knocked to pieces, his vision turned black, and he almost fainted.
"Misunderstanding? I misunderstood your mother. It's already at this damn time, and you're still being stubborn!"
Ye Chen rushed forward and kicked Wang Tiannan hard again.
Wang Tiannan flew out again and hit the edge of the stone door next to him heavily.
Finally, it slid hard to the ground.
With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned purple.
Although he was not dead, looking at him, he probably had several broken ribs.
In fact, Ye Chen had long wanted to beat this shit up.
However, he was afraid that Song Ziwei would misunderstand him.
Therefore, when he dealt with Wang Tiannan, he always held back.
Now, everyone has arrived at the main tomb chamber.
Everything has been revealed.
This time, Ye Chen took action and was naturally rude.
Then he spat hard at Wang Tiannan who was lying on the ground.
Ye Chen turned to Song Ziwei and said, "Ziwei, come with me now. I want to remove all the evil spirits from your body."
"As for other things, we'll talk about it later."
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here today, I will definitely make the decision for you."
The main purpose of their visit this time was to remove the evil spirit from Song Ziwei's body.
To relieve the strange illness that has plagued him for many years.
As for whether Wang Tiannan and those Fang Xiandao disciples should kill or not, those are secondary.
If Song Ziwei really felt wronged, she would be extremely angry.
Ye Chen would naturally stand up for him and let him vent his anger.
Even Wang Tiannan and these Fang Xiandao disciples took advantage of the chaos and escaped.
Ye Chen also has a thousand ways to deal with them.
Ye Chen took Song Ziwei's little hand and walked towards the coffin.
At this time, Song Ziwei was so nervous that her whole body was shaking.
But thinking about it, having Ye Chen by my side gave me a little more courage.
As he slowly walked into the main tomb chamber, he came to the coffin.
Ye Chen pulled Song Ziwei and walked forward.
The shadow of a giant dragon loomed on his body.
He neither made a move nor concealed his aura.
Instead, he deliberately exposed his identity to the other party.
The purpose is to tell the other party that he is the descendant of the Dragon King.
He is an authentic and decent person from a famous family and has no ill intentions towards him.
If the other party is angry, they can directly put forward conditions.
Everything is easy to discuss with everyone.
However, Ye Chen and Song Ziwei had not yet arrived at the coffin.
But suddenly, he felt that there was an evil aura rising to the sky from that coffin.
Ye Chen was so excited that he couldn't even open his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen smelled a very strong smell of blood.
Song Ziwei sniffed and said nervously: "Ye Chen, I..."
"I seem to smell a smell of blood."
"Am I hallucinating?"
Ye Chen's expression became extremely solemn.
Looking towards the coffin, I saw that the evil spirit there suddenly increased several times.
It was obvious that the other party had obvious hostility towards these people.
However, the strange thing is that the smell of blood does not come from the other party.
"Don't tell me...bastard!" Ye Chen seemed to have thought of something.
His mind was suddenly shaken and he turned around quickly.
Wang Tiannan, Song Yijun and others were seen standing outside the main tomb chamber and did not follow them at all.
Several other Fang Xiandao disciples had actually cut their palms at this time.
Let the blood on your palms drip onto the ground of the tomb passage.
Seeing the situation in front of her, Song Ziwei felt like her head was buzzing and exploding.
Ye Chen was even more furious, "What are you doing?"
"As people in the mystic arts, don't you know that the blood evil will completely anger the other party if it collides with the Yin evil?"
"Are you crazy?"
In Xuan Shu, the blood on the tip of the tongue, fingers, and heart is Yang.
Therefore, when many people in the occult arts want to resort to desperate measures.
They would cut the blood from their fingertips to draw the talisman.
Or bite the tip of your tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood to help yourself.
The purpose is to use the yang energy in the blood to maximize the energy of the talisman.
However, except for these three places, the blood flowing out from other places is Yin.
These people dripping this kind of yin blood on the floor of the tomb will only completely anger the owner of the tomb.
It’s no wonder that the evil spirit of the tomb owner in this coffin is so heavy.
Hearing Ye Chen's words, Wang Tiannan smiled sinisterly.
He said to Ye Chen: "As a master of mystical arts, how could I not know this basic theory?"
"But, have you ever thought about it."
"The reason why we did this is to target you?"
Boom boom boom…
The originally silent coffin was no longer just releasing invisible evil energy.
Moreover, bursts of scalp-numbing sounds came from inside.
