Hu Bayi: "Other space, it seems that we are analyzing it correctly. There are more than three coffins here. It's hard to say that the true body of King Xian is below!"
Several people put on gas masks and pulled the rope down the round hole.
This is a circular tomb with a large coffin in the middle and a lot of burial objects are placed around it.
The fat man's eyes widened and said, "I'll go, so many funeral objects!"
As he said that, he couldn't help but reach out to pick up a demon-subduing pestle and said, "Old Hu, look at the bronze demon-subduing pestle!"
Hu Bayi scolded: "Don't move things around. I've talked about you many times, so I'll put it back!"
Zhou Hao complained: "Brother Wang, you must not go to the tomb yourself. If Brother Hu was not here, you would have died more than 800 times."
The fat man smiled embarrassedly and didn't say anything back. He was such a person and could not change it.
"What material is this coffin? Jade or crystal?" The fat man likes to ask about the value of things, so he likes to ask what material he sees.
Shirley Yang touched it and said, "This is a blue stone essence rock, a variant of crystal. This kind of rock can only be formed in underground stacked rock layers."
Hu Bayi: "I remember that there is a mention of this kind of stone essence rock in ancient books. Legend has it that there is a stone mill made of stone essence in hell. Any evil person will be crushed by the stone mill after falling into the underworld and will never be reborn. The coffin made of this material is also called a ghost coffin."
Zhou Hao: "Okay, then this is definitely not King Xian anymore. How could he put himself in hell if he wants to become an immortal? By the way, this is hell. The three-life body above represents the human world. That means there is a layer of heaven above, and there should be the place where King Xian’s coffin exists."
Shirley Yang nodded and said, "It makes sense. Originally, the corpses represented by the Changshengzhu are not enough, and this one is not enough. There must be other tombs."
Hu Bayi: "If this coffin is not the King of Xian, then there is no need to open the coffin. Let's go up and look for it?"
Fatty: "Don't let it go, Boss Zhou is just speculating. We have to confirm. What if we guess wrong? Isn't it just missed it? If you ask me to tell me that we have to open the coffin and confirm it. No, let's help it be neat and neat."
Hu Bayi glanced at the fat man: "Why are you so active? You don't want to have any other ideas, right? I warn you..."
"It's unfair. I just thought we finally got down. We climbed up and found out that this is King Xian. Isn't it a detour to open the coffin again? Do you think so, Boss Zhou?" The fat man looked at Zhou Hao and said, "
Zhou Hao shook his head indifferently and said, "As long as you are happy, if you want to drive, hurry up. There should be no problem here!"
"Hey! Please, you. Staff Yang, please help me light a candle?" The fat man said excitedly with a look of expression.
Shirley Yang shook her head and took out a candle and found it at the southeast corner.
The fat man took out the tool and quickly pried open the pin on the lid of the coffin.
Hu Bayi smiled and said, "Oh, you have good skills, you learned secretly? Have you wanted to usurp the throne for a long time?"
The fat man continued to work and said proudly: "You said I am a serious lieutenant in the guild. We can't insult the title of the ancestor."
Haha, it's just a tomb robber. Does the fat man feel that his profession is very noble? Shirley Yang's family has no choice but to find Yun Chenzhu to help him.
Tomb robbers from other factions are tomb robbers for money.
Hu Bayi took out a roll of red rope and handed it to Shirley Yang. This was the legendary stumbling rope.
"What did this do?" Shirley Yang said curiously
Fatty: "This is a stumbling rope, and the cinnabar is applied on it to prevent corpses from becoming displaced. If the corpse is turned into a coffin and blocks it at the mouth of the coffin when it is opened, the corpse cannot be bent, and the legs and feet cannot move, and they will not jump out."
Shirley Yang said in surprise: "Can you stop it with a rope? Isn't this scientific? "
Science? It’s not easy to work in this world, corpse transformation is not scientific in nature.
Hu Bayi: "This is the rule passed down by the ancestors, be prepared for any trouble."
Shirley Yang looked at Zhou Hao and said, "Is this really useful?"
Zhou Hao shook his head and said, "It's better than nothing. Cinnabar itself is a yang thing that can ward off evil spirits. You can't even bend the legs of those zombies in the Xiangjiang movie. If they want to stand up straight and touch this thing, they will be burned. That's the reason."
Shirley Yang: "Is zombies really that way? They jumped and jumped?"
Zhou Hao: "Of course not all this. Is this the big rice dumplings you encountered in Niuxin Mountain?"
Hu Bayi shook his head and said, "It moves slowly, but it doesn't jump."
Zhou Hao: "This thing is quite useful for dealing with ordinary zombies. It is not possible to encounter real zombies."
At this moment, the fat man pushed the lid of more than 100 kilograms away by himself. This guy was still a little brute force.
Several people came up to watch it. The body was wrapped around Bai Jin, and they could only see their heads, which were relatively well preserved, and even the facial muscles did not collapse and atrophy. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were lifelike.
However, his death was really terrifying. His two eye sockets were deeply trapped, forming two black and red holes. His eyeballs had been taken off. Because his facial features were missing, he looked extremely shocking and terrifying.
Soon the head of the corpse slowly turned black and decayed.
The fat man said in surprise: "Why did it turn black?"
Shirley Yang: "It's been air..."
"The effect of air oxidation!" the fat man rushed, "You said, hey! Why don't you have any eyeballs?"
Hu Bayi: "There are traces of being plucked away on this eye. In ancient times, there was a kind of torture instrument, which was shaped like a wine glass with rotating knife teeth inside. If you put it in a person's eyes, you can get all the eyeballs out alive."
Zhou Hao put on gloves and pulled the head with his hands, and then he picked up the head.
The fat man complained: "Boss Zhou, you can't use it like this even if you have a lot of strength. You'll pull your head off."
Shirley Yang shook her head and said, "This incision is not something Zhou Hao pulled it down."
Zhou Hao: "You open the white straps, I suspect the corpse was put together."
Hu Bayi seemed to have thought of something. All the white straps on the knife were cut open. It was a golden skeleton. Except for the spine and waist and hips, there were also a few human heads left, the rest were filled with gold, without a trace of flesh.
The fat man widened his eyes and said, "Good, there is also a golden skeleton. Is this still a human?"
Zhou Hao: "Of course people do not have golden skeletons. When they are dug out these skeletons, they should have rotted into ashes, so they are repaired with bones made of gold."
Hu Ba nodded and said, "Yes, this is a method of King Xian's attempt to become an immortal. This corpse is called a shadow bone. In ancient times, there was a saying that if you want to become an immortal, you must be reborn and undergo several major disasters. Find the corpse of your previous three lives and buried it in the Yin acupoint as a shadow bone, so as to make it clear to the world that you have experienced three prisons to be reborn."
In other words, this shadow bone is spliced ​​from the corpses in the three coffins above.
Hu Bayi: "I looked at the preservation of the skull, which looked like something from the top cellar coffin. And my body was broken, and my bones were rotten..."
Chapter completed!