"Little Third Master, of all the coffins here, which one belongs to King Lu Shang?" Pan Zi wanted to meet the legendary King Lu Shang who could borrow Yin soldiers.
"I'll study..." Wuxie walked around the seven coffins.
The seven coffins arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper are exactly the same, both in appearance and the inscriptions engraved on them. It is really impossible to tell which one is the real one.
…
The ear chamber is filled with weapons. The bronze weapons have been corroded by time, leaving only a few shining golden parts.
Zhang Qiling touched here and there, looking like he was checking carefully.
Lin Yi stood in the middle of the ear room and waited. He was not interested in those antique weapons.
Zhang Qiling silently walked behind Lin Yi while inspecting weapons, then raised her hand and pinched his neck skillfully.
This is a game created to exercise innocence, so it’s better not to involve others.
Lin Yi felt that his neck was pinched, but it was not to the point of death: "Thank you, but I don't need a massage."
Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment: Why didn't you faint?
The movement had been discovered, and he let go of his hand as if nothing had happened: "Follow me later."
Since you won’t get dizzy from being pinched, just keep it with you.
"Didn't I follow you all the time?" Lin Yi felt confused.
"A coffin has been opened and there is a foreigner inside!"
Dakui's scream sounded, and Zhang Qiling immediately turned around and walked out.
Lin Yi followed him, feeling as if Zhang Qiling had led a group of unreliable people.
By the time he walked out of the ear room, Pan Zi had already pried open the sarcophagus, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to reach in and touch something.
Zhang Qiling took two quick steps and held Pan Zi's wrist, stopped his movement and then let go: "Don't move, the real owner is underneath him!"
The third uncle took out the black donkey's hoof with his backhand and handed it to Pan Zi: "Pan Zi, it's better to strike first."
"Ghost... there is a ghost..." Dakui suddenly started mumbling in a frightened tone, as if he was frightened by something.
Wuxie immediately became alert and pulled the trembling Dakui to ask him to explain clearly: "Where is the ghost!"
This guy is making such noises that it scares people to death!
"Shadow...Shadow..." Dakui raised his hand that was shaking like Parkinson's and pointed at the shadow on the wall.
What did he think it was? He let go of Dakui innocently and speechlessly: "What's the shadow to be afraid of?"
"No, mistress, please listen to me..." Dakui pointed at the shadows on the wall and counted them for Wu Xie. He cried and shouted in a low voice: "There is one more shadow! Mistress!"
Wu Xie, who also discovered the shadow, started to tremble, and his voice was filled with tears: "Is it possible that the extra shadow... is it possible that it is some object in the tomb? For example, the figurines of people buried with them..."
As he talked, Wuxie himself became less confident, and his brain full of knowledge automatically refuted him, who is buried with only one human figurine in the tomb?
The shadow could actually move, and its head suddenly became extremely huge.
Wu Xie, who was always paying attention to the shadow, shook violently. He felt his heart beating wildly, his scalp numb, and his voice shouted uncontrollably: "There is a ghost!"
Wuxie yelled, and everyone looked at him.
Wuxie closed his eyes and pointed in the direction of the shadow with his hand: "There is a shadow ghost!"
Zhang Qiling immediately swept the flashlight over, and the shadow ghost's true identity was immediately exposed.
It was a fat man with a clay pot on his head. He looked like he was running away in a funny pose, and his eyes were glancing through the holes in the pot, just like Jerry before the incident.
"Fuck you for pretending to be a ghost!" Pan Zi, with a bad temper, raised his short-barreled shotgun and struck with his hand.
boom! Wow——
"Ouch! Oh my god!"
Pan Zi shot and shattered the clay pot, and the fat man let out a strange scream and his feet were greased.
"No!" Zhang Qiling drew out his knife and chased the fat man.
When Lin thought of what Zhang Qiling said just now, 'Follow me', he quickly chased after him.
"Brother! Doctor Lin!"
Wu Xie wanted to chase after him but was held back by Pan Zi: "Xiaosanye, if you chase me, won't you cause trouble? Just wait here with peace of mind."
After being pulled by Pan Zi, the two people had disappeared. Wuxie had to give up: "Forget it, little brother, why can't Dr. Lin run so fast?"
Pan Zi laughed: "If the doctor doesn't run faster, he won't be able to catch the first aid!"
"That's right. We can't compare with our talents and skills. Pan Zi, let's go see where the fat man appeared."
Wu Xie walked straight to the corner where the fat man appeared, but did not notice that Pan Zi did not follow him.
The fat man had some skills. He dug a hole directly into the main tomb chamber. There were tools scattered around the hole that he didn't have time to pick up, and there were candles that were burned out on the edge.
"It's actually a gold mine." Wuxie reached out and picked up the paper folded beside the tool, unfolded it and found that it was a sketch of the tomb: "Seven-star suspicious coffin? So that's what it is... Third uncle!"
He held up the drawing in his hand and wanted to share his findings with his third uncle and the others, but there was no one in the tomb.
The sound echoed off the walls of the tomb, and the hairs on Wu Xie's back stood up.
Third uncle shouldn't be so heartless and leave him alone, right? I am his nephew!
"Uncle San? Pan Zi? Dakui?" Wuxie called out uncertainly, but there was still no response.
Boom~
Suddenly there was a clear sound of rubbing stone slabs from the sarcophagus, and Wuxie immediately looked at the opened sarcophagus warily.
He remembered that except for the real Seven-Star Suspicious Coffin, the other coffins were filled with various traps. There was a foreigner in the sarcophagus, and he was obviously caught by the wrong trap!
Sure enough, under the innocent gaze, the ancient corpse in the sarcophagus sat up, and the fresh corpse was also taken up!
Seeing such a weird scene, Wu Xie covered his mouth with his hands to prevent himself from screaming, and quickly slipped into the ear room next to him.
"You can't see me...You can't see me..." He muttered and covered the light stick with his clothes. As long as he couldn't see it, just pretend he didn't see it!
…
Zhang Qiling suddenly stopped and swung his flashlight back to shine on Lin Yi: "What are you doing following me?"
Lin Yi put down the flashlight to avoid shining into Zhang Qiling's eyes. He tilted his head and asked in confusion: "Didn't you ask me to follow you?"
"Don't follow me, it's dangerous." He told Zhang Qiling to turn around and continue chasing the fat man.
No, if I turn around now, I will be alone!
Thinking of the comments on the Internet that "horror movies will be singled out for death", Lin Yi firmly followed Zhang Qiling's pace.
boom!
As they approached the exit, the sound of the sarcophagus coffin boards being lifted was particularly loud.
It was too late to let people go back now, "Stay here and don't go out!" Zhang Qiling warned, and rushed out with a knife.
Just kidding, studying medicine can’t save Xiumajia, it’s not like I can’t fight or anything like that!
Lin raised his feet and walked forward, determined to see what he had knocked on.
"Mom!"
The fat man rushed back again in a pissed off state. As he passed by, Lin didn't forget to remind him: "Brother, there are bloody corpses over there. I advise you not to go there!"
The fat man murmured, but his legs never stopped, and he disappeared into the darkness within a few seconds.
As soon as Lin quickened his pace and walked out of the passage, he saw Zhang Qiling already fighting with the monster-like humanoid creature.
The coffin board of the sarcophagus has been flipped to one side, and that thing should be the owner in the coffin, which is what Wuxie and the others call Zongzi from time to time.
The purple skin is dripping with blood-like bright red liquid and exudes a fishy smell. It looks nothing like a rice dumpling. I don’t know how it got such a nickname.
The rice dumpling was very strong, and the long nails on the fingertips were as sharp as the claws of beasts. Zhang Qiling's hooded jacket had been scratched to pieces.
