Zhao Rang very cautiously walked towards the fourth silent coffin in the third row. The lid of the coffin was tightly closed, and there was no way to see what was inside. If it were just a corpse, it would be nothing.
He doesn't have as many taboos as Ximen Dazhuang, and he only thinks that things in the underworld are normal. After all, everyone is subject to birth, old age, illness and death. Even though the turtle has a long life, it still has its time. If you think about many things thoroughly, you will no longer have any doubts.
The four coffins were located in the middle of the third row. Zhao Rang walked in from the side with a knife in his hand. He stopped in front of the first coffin that was not moving. He picked the lid of the coffin with the tip of his knife and found that it was not moving at all. Then he left again. After taking a few steps, I tried to push away.
Suddenly a figure flashed across the door. Zhao Rang raised his head alertly and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it was Ye Sanniang.
"In trouble?"
Ye Sanniang asked softly.
Zhao Rang pointed to the four coffins in front of him and replied:
"There is something in these four coffins, but I don't know what it is."
After Ye Sanniang was silent for a moment, she said:
"You give way first."
Zhao Rang didn't know what Ye Sanniang wanted to do, but he still followed her instructions and retreated along the way he came in.
Ye Sanniang slowly raised her right arm, palm upward, curled her fingers, and flicked them four times.
Four strands of energy shot out from the fingertips, hitting the junction of the coffin lid and the body with great precision. The lid was slowly pushed open by Ye Sanniang's energy, revealing a gap of about one foot wide.
Zhao Rang stretched his neck to see what was inside. Suddenly, the lid of one of the coffins continued to move.
A pale hand stretched out from the coffin, grasped the edge of the coffin lid, and was pushing hard.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Rang felt a little creepy.
No matter who it is, at least they have heard some mysterious things. But like this, seeing a pair of hands stretching out from the coffin is undoubtedly a very shocking scene!
Zhao Rang's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he subconsciously looked at Ye Sanniang.
Ye Sanniang stood at the door, the moonlight shining on half of her face, and there was no expression on her face. But Zhao Rang felt that even Ye Sanniang was cold and lifeless, like a dead person.
That hand was still struggling to push the coffin lid.
Inch by inch it will be completely opened.
In fact, this process is not long. In just a while, most of the coffin lid has been opened, but Zhao Rang's heart is getting tighter and tighter. He has to keep swallowing saliva to relieve his increasingly violent heartbeat!
The dark coffin lid and the pale hand are the colors closest to death. Even in fairy tales, the ghosts that come from the underworld to claim their lives and capture their souls are called black and white, and these two colors have naturally become symbols of the passing of life.
Can the dead really be resurrected?
For a moment, Zhao Rang felt that Ximen Dazhuang was the right one. Even if you don’t believe in this kind of underworld thing, you should still be in awe and stay away from it!
But as the coffin lid was pushed open wider and wider, Zhao Rang unconsciously wanted to get closer.
After moving a little, he found that his hands had become cold and stiff. Looking down, I saw that it was also pale in color under the moonlight.
As a swordsman, his heart can be cold and stiff, but his hands absolutely cannot! So Zhao Rang controlled the hand holding the knife, clenching it, loosening it, loosening it, and tightening it. After going back and forth dozens of times, the hand finally regained some warmth, and a little warm blood could be seen even under the moonlight.
At this moment, the movement of the hand stopped.
It no longer struggled to push the coffin lid, but it still held tightly to the edge.
After a while, Zhao Rang heard a "rustling" sound coming from the coffin, like a few big mice digging holes, but more like a person who got up late and was taking the time to get dressed.
Soon, all sounds disappeared. At some point the hand loosened the edge of the coffin lid and retracted.
"Dong dong dong!"
Three muffled sounds were heard.
Zhao Rang's heart, which he had just put back into his stomach, was beating so fast that his eyes turned into a blur of white!
A dry and hoarse voice came from the coffin:
"You...can't you come and help me?"
This voice is as breathless as a gossamer, just like the oil in a lamp running out before death!
But Zhao Rang still heard a clue in this sentence!
After all, a person's voice can change, but his tone of voice and habitual pauses will never change without deliberate effort.
Zhao Rang has only seen one person who can ridicule and complain at the same time in one sentence!
"Yuan Mingkong?!"
Zhao Rang shouted.
But in fact he just opened his mouth wide and didn't say a word. The sounds he heard just now were actually thoughts echoing in his mind.
After such a delay, two hands stretched out from the coffin at the same time, firmly grasping the edge of the coffin, and then used force to lift up half of the body.
One person rested his arms on the edge of the coffin, his hair disheveled, covering his face.
But Zhao Rang could see that this was a living person! It's neither the resurrection of the dead nor any other monster, it's just the same person as himself and Ye Sanniang!
"Do you really want to see my fucking joke?"
Halfway through his words, the man's arms that were supporting the edge of the coffin almost slipped off. It seemed that this man's body was extremely weak, and it was extremely difficult to even speak with force.
"Yuan Mingkong?! Is that you?!"
This time Zhao Rang really said it.
After hearing this, the person in the coffin shook his head, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out two words:
"nonsense!"
"quick……"
Yuan Mingkong wanted to say, "Come and give me a hand," but before he could finish his words, his body lost strength, and his upper body, which he had managed to hold up, slid back into the coffin with a "clunk".
Upon seeing this, Zhao Rang immediately let go and threw the knife, stepped forward, leaned down, and fished out Yuan Mingkong.
"Slow...slowly!"
Yuan Mingkong's whole body was as soft as tofu. Zhao Rang's hand was a little heavy, and he grimaced in pain.
Zhao Rang had no choice but to lift one foot and step on the edge of the coffin, then push the coffin lid completely open, take Yuan Mingkong out of the coffin as if he were carrying the bride into the bridal chamber, and put it aside still tightly. Tightly closed coffin lid.
Yuan Mingkong lay on his back, his hair spread to both sides, revealing his face.
Zhao Rang saw that his face was pale and a little blue, and his lips were chapped with many bloody cuts.
But the most bizarre thing is that he climbed out of the coffin.
Zhao Rang really wanted to ask what all this was about, but it was obviously not the time now.
Yuan Mingkong must have suffered serious internal injuries. Otherwise, how could such a high-spirited deputy commander of the Shadow Guards of Dawei Investigation Division be in such a mess?
…
An hour later, in the Tongbao Bank Chagan Toluogai branch, Yuan Kexin's room was brightly lit!
Not just her house, the entire courtyard was as lively as if it was the Chinese New Year.
More than a dozen guys, as well as guards, were all busy with one thing - boiling water!
In the yard, five or six stoves were set up, with large pots on them filled with boiling hot water.
The entire semicolon couldn't get so much firewood at once, so the deputy shopkeeper had an idea and emptied the furniture in the two rooms. He chopped up tables, chairs, benches and even bed frames to use as firewood to ensure a continuous flow of hot water. !
Once the pot was cooked, the strong Ximen Dazhuang picked it up from the stove, carried it to Yuan Kexin's house, and then poured it all into the bathtub with Zhao Rang's help.
Yuan Mingkong immersed his entire body in the tub, and the hot water was submerged up to his chin.
At this time, his messy hair had been combed and cleaned, and there was no longer the slovenly appearance before. However, his face was still very bad, still pale and bloodless.
After lying on the coffin lid for a while, Yuan Mingkong told Zhao Rang that he couldn't walk anymore... and asked him to carry him back. But at the same time, he also had to carry back the coffin he had been in earlier!
Zhao Rang nodded immediately without thinking.
Being able to reunite with Yuan Mingkong is the most important thing in this world! Even if he wants to pick the stars or eat the moon, Zhao Rang is willing to find a way!
Later, with the help of Ye Sanniang, the two carried back the coffin and Yuan Mingkong, who was still alive in the coffin.
As soon as the coffin landed on the ground, Yuan Mingkong got out of it and told Zhao Rang that he wanted to take a bath. You need to take a hot bath for two full hours. During this period, the hot water cannot be cut off. If the temperature drops slightly, you have to add new hot water.
This request was much more normal than bringing back a coffin. Of course, Zhao Rang did not hesitate and immediately called the deputy shopkeeper, asking him to arrange the waiters, prepare the stove, and start boiling water with all his strength.
During this period, Yuan Mingkong had been sitting cross-legged in the coffin, his eyes closed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and philtrum from time to time. Yuan Kexin stood next to the coffin with a snow-white towel. When she saw beads of sweat coming out, she wiped them clean for her brother.
However, Zhao Rang discovered that Yuan Kexin had to change a towel every time he wiped it. There was a faint light pink color on the wiped towel, like sweat mixed with blood.
Zhao Rang had only heard of a famous horse in the Western Regions. After running fast, there would be pale pink sweat beads on its body, which was "sweating blood". He did not expect that someone would sweat like this.
But there are a lot of abnormal things happening to these two brothers and sisters, and a person who emerges from a coffin can have a reasonable explanation for whatever happens.
There is still the last quarter of an hour before the two hours Yuan Mingkong mentioned.
Zhao Rang stared closely at the drip timer placed next to the tub, waiting for the last drop of water to fall.
"Snapped!"
The last drop of water created an insignificant splash in the drip tray below.
"Wow!"
Yuan Mingkong jumped up from the bathtub and took out most of the water, making Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang's pants wet!
"It's amazing! Two whole hours, exactly the same!"
Ximen Dazhuang exclaimed!
During these two hours, Yuan Mingkong never opened his eyes or looked at the time, but he was able to be so accurate. Ximen Dazhuang felt that this was comparable to the stunts of the Eight Wonders of the Zhong Family Class!
