In the ancestral hall, everyone heard Huang Mengli's cry, leaving a few people standing guard above. Jiang Jiahao, Ruan Wenjie and others got in.
After landing, when Jiang Jiahao saw the furnishings in the underground space, he always felt that it was ridiculous, very ridiculous, very ridiculous.
The underground space was about dozens of square meters, pitch black, with tattered cloths written with spells hanging everywhere. Some of the holes looked like they were eaten by rats.
There are various bottles and jars placed around the corner. They are all dirty and most of them are broken. There are brown dry marks inside. It is unclear which dynasty they belong to.
Right in the middle of the hall, there was a huge coffin three meters long and two meters wide.
If it were an ordinary coffin, it would not be surprising for Jiang Jiahao.
The key point is that the coffin is made of cast iron, which feels cold to the touch. There are large copper nails inlaid at the four corners of the coffin. There are finger-thick iron chains on the copper nails, which are connected to the floor.
The coffin is sealed all around, with only a hole right above it for people to explore.
This situation gave Jiang Jiahao a sudden sense of time and space confusion as he traveled back to Mr. Zombie.
Instinctively, Jiang Jiahao looked at Abao aside and frowned slightly when he saw the curious look on his face.
Huang Mengli was really a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. When he saw everyone coming down, he was about to put his arm into the hole and touch it. Jiang Jiahao pulled him back and made him squat.
"Are you seeking death? This hole is obviously a trap left by the owner of the tomb for the tomb robbers. It is just waiting for greedy people to reach out and touch it. You don't want to take your hand anymore. Aren't you afraid that there are rice dumplings inside?!"
"Damn, this funeral palace of feelings is not only a morgue, but also a place to suppress Zongzi!"
After circling the big iron coffin for several times, Jiang Jiahao wanted to lead the people to evacuate quickly, but his natural curiosity made him want to open the iron coffin to see what was inside.
Huang Meng'ang saw Jiang Jiahao's hesitation, fired the Franco machine cannon on his back on the ground, and said boldly: "Fire if you want. If there is a zombie, I will destroy it with one shot."
"Yes, Brother Hao, what are we afraid of with so many guns? Open it and take a look. What if there is a treasure?!"
One person's curiosity is not terrible, what is terrible is that a group of people are curious.
With the idea of eliminating harm for the people, Jiang Jiahao scanned the hall, found a candlestick, took off half of the candle, and asked, "Which side is the southeast?"
"This way, this is the southeast." Huang Mengli came to a corner and pointed at his feet.
Jiang Jiahao took out his lighter, lit the candle, and poked it in the southeast corner. Seeing that Huang Mengang had already set up the Fran cannon, he waved his hand: "Open the museum!"
Opening the coffin was easy. After searching for a long time, everyone finally found the gap in the cast iron coffin. Then everyone took the crowbar and took turns trying.
As for why you bring a crowbar when fighting in the field? This crowbar was still carried by Po, and no one knew why.
The crowbar was too thin, and there was no response after knocking on the iron coffin for a long time. When everyone was helpless, Huang Mengli took a torch and grilled the surroundings of the coffin, and found that grease was leaking out.
He exclaimed: "There is wax in this gap. Use fire to bake it."
Everyone took torches and heated them around the iron coffin until the cast iron turned a little red. Huang Mengli reached in and lifted the crowbar, and sure enough, the lid of the cast iron coffin opened a little.
Seeing that there was something wrong, everyone simply opened the gap a little wider, inserted the butt of the gun as a crowbar, shouted slogans, and removed the coffin lid.
With Jiang Jiahao's early warning, those who raised the lid of the coffin had already soaked the cloth with urine and covered their mouths and noses.
But even so, when the coffin was opened, everyone still felt the stench and dizziness.
At one time, more than 60 long and short guns were aimed at the inside of the large iron coffin. Jiang Jiahao lowered the torch and discovered that there was a red wooden coffin inside.
Everyone moved the coffin lid to the ground and looked at the wooden coffin curiously. They found that there were complex incantations engraved on it. Even if the wood was cracked, the incantation was still clear.
Chen Fei frowned and whispered: "How about we stay away? I think this thing is very evil."
Huang Mengli stopped as soon as he heard this: "We spent so much effort to open the iron coffin, why not open it?"
"Even if there are zombies inside, we have so many guns and Fran cannons, are we afraid of them?"
"Move over, I'll drive. Don't believe me yet."
Signaling everyone to stay back, Huang Mengli jumped onto the iron coffin, stood on the edge of the iron coffin, looked for the gap in the mahogany coffin, poked it in, and broke it hard.
There was a crunching sound of decay, and everyone opened the safety and pointed their guns at the coffin. If there was any life inside, let it go directly to see Marx!
The mahogany coffin was pried open. There were no zombies wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms as expected. There were only a handful of broken bones, even the skull was cracked. God knows how old this coffin was.
The rancid smell gradually dissipated, Huang Mengli held up the torch and swung it inside, swallowing continuously.
"Brother Hao, is this gold? Let's make it!"
The mahogany coffin was large and filled with gold, pearls, agate and other jewelry, which shone brightly against the torches.
Just below the skull, there is a large gold medal with the words "avoid death" written on it, which is really eye-catching.
Jiang Jiahao motioned to Huang Mengli to hand over the gold medal. It was quite heavy, at least more than ten kilograms, as big as a palm.
On the front of the gold medal was the word "avoid death", and on the back there was supposed to be a person's name engraved on it, but someone scratched it off with a sharp weapon.
This is a real treasure, a gold medal for immunity from death from an unknown dynasty or who it belongs to!
Abao surrounded Jiang Jiahao, constantly looking at the death-free gold medal in his hand, and wondered.
"It's so strange. In a deserted village that I have never heard of, there is a big iron coffin hidden under the funeral palace. And a death-free gold medal was found in the iron coffin?"
"What can this thing be used for now besides being used as gold?"
Jiang Jiahao ignored Abao's curiosity and wrapped the death-free medal in gray cloth. He looked at the broken bones in the coffin and raised his eyebrows.
"Ali, pick out all the jewelry and see if there are any hidden compartments under the coffin."
"okay."
Huang Mengli really didn't shy away from anything. After hearing Jiang Jiahao's instructions, he simply got into the big iron coffin, stepped on the edge of the mahogany coffin, bent down to pick out the jewelry, and handed them one by one to Huang Menang who was waiting aside.
After picking out the jewelry, he followed Jiang Jiahao's instructions, bowed to the withered bones, moved the withered bones to one side, and gently tapped the coffin board under the withered bones, and really noticed something different.
Huang Mengli looked at Jiang Jiahao with excitement: "Brother Hao, this place is empty."
"Tear it down~be careful, don't be a trap."
Jiang Jiahao held the torch and had just observed the iron coffin and the wooden coffin carefully. The dead bones in the wooden coffin were obviously higher. A discerning person could guess that there were hidden compartments under the bones.
Huang Mengli originally wanted to smash it with a crowbar, but after hearing Jiang Jiahao's reminder, he swallowed subconsciously, turned sideways to avoid the front of the coffin, and tilted the coffin board.
The crowbar was inserted into the gap, and Huang Mengli lifted it with one arm, revealing the mezzanine below. There was a dusty Bagua plate and a yellowed ancient book inside.
These two items were surrounded by rags and dregs. They must have been wrapped and hidden underneath, but after all, the cloth could not hide the corrosion of time and eventually weathered.
After blowing on the dust below, Huang Mengli took out the Bagua plate and ancient books, and tested the partition again, and found that the sound was solid.
"Brother Hao, is this a Taoist tomb?"
Huang Mengli handed the Bagua plate and ancient books to Jiang Jiahao carefully, for fear of falling apart.
The Bagua plate was made of iron, and the ancient books seemed to be made of animal skins, which were relatively tough. Jiang Jiahao flipped through them and found that they were full of strange ghostly symbols that he couldn't understand at all.
Based on the idea that if something is incomprehensible, it is a good thing, Jiang Jiahao wrapped the two items in gray cloth and put them together with the death-free gold medal.
"Half of the people reset the coffin, and the rest checked the surrounding jars to see if there are any good ones, and take them with them if they are found."
Seeing that Jiang Qiwen had wrapped all the jewelry she had picked up with gray cloth, Jiang Jiahao pointed at the iron coffin and glanced back inadvertently, only to find that the candle in the southeast corner had been extinguished at some point.
For no reason, Jiang Jiahao felt palpitations in his heart, so he simply stuck the torch in the southeast corner.
The candle was easy to extinguish, but the torch was much stronger. There was no problem until the big iron coffin was about to be restored.
Huang Mengli discovered a new world again. He pointed to the hole in the front of the iron coffin and pointed to the inside of the smooth coffin lid, curiously asking Jiang Jiahao.
"Brother Hao, this hole is independent."
After saying that, Huang Mengli put his hand directly in, and it was too late for Jiang Jiahao to stop him.
"Ah~" Suddenly, Huang Mengli let out a heart-rending cry. Jiang Jiahao had already rushed to his side and dragged him behind him.
The expected scene of cutting off the hand did not happen. Huang Meng'ang's right hand that reached into the coffin lid was fine, and it was still holding a jade pendant.
Seeing Jiang Jiahao staring at him with a cold face, he smiled and scratched the back of his head: "Don't I think you guys are too dull?"
Huang Mengli saw Jiang Jiahao raising his big palm to hit someone, and quickly pointed to the coffin lid: "Brother Hao, there is something inside here!"
