The young man even glanced at Yin Nanfeng, still closing his eyes, as if he had thought for a while, and then decisively drew his sword...
It seems like I'm going to do it directly.
Hu Ming did not dare to neglect, so he quickly accelerated and hugged the young man, shaking his head repeatedly.
But I must not play like this!
At least, you can’t play like this in front of Yin Nanfeng!
“…”
Helplessly, the young man could only put away the knife and signaled that he would give up.
But at this moment...
The coffin that belonged to Zhang Qishan suddenly trembled slightly!
Hu Ming and the young man must confirm that they were still thirty centimeters away from the coffin just now, and it was absolutely impossible for them to touch the coffin.
so....…
Both of them shrank their pupils and they became alert in an instant.
Even Yin Nanfeng couldn't care whether the chain movements of the coffin were disturbed by the trembling movements.
At this moment, as the bottom of the coffin trembled, a faint red color penetrated into the water and was quickly washed away, disappearing without a trace.
Although I didn’t see this scene due to the angle issue, isn’t Brother Hu Ming a shocking person with five senses?
As the bright red dissipated, they keenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint smell of rust on their lips suddenly appeared, and then slowly dissipated?
This made the two of them even more afraid to relax, and they both drew their swords and looked at the coffin vigilantly.
On the other hand, Yin Nanfeng was not very relieved about the guy. The moment the chain sounded, he opened his eyes decisively.
Sure enough, Hu Ming and the young man were behind the coffin, and they all pulled out their knives!!!
No matter what, Zhang Qishan is also Yin Nanfeng's elder. At this moment, Yin Nanfeng really wanted to exude fragrance.
He gestured to the two of them crazy and signaled to come back soon.
Hu Ming and the young man naturally saw Yin Nanfeng's movements. After observing for a while, they found that the coffin had no intention anymore, so they put down their snacks.
After thinking about it, they still didn't start to open the coffin and find out. The two looked at each other, nodded tacitly, and returned with Yin Nanfeng the same route.
"Second Master, you are back!"
On the shore, when Bai Haotian saw the figures appearing in the water, he quickly stood up and greeted him happily.
However, the three of them looked very good and no one paid attention to him.
"Uncle Ming..."
Yin Nanfeng was struggling for a few seconds, but still couldn't help but speak.
"etc!"
Hu Ming shook his head and took out a black piece from his waist. Looking closely, it was obviously a piece of wood that had just been cut from a whole...
Wood chips...
Yin Nanfeng was shocked in an instant and looked at Hu Ming with a serious expression in a daze.
What's underwater?
If she guessed correctly, this cliff is the fragment of Zhang Qishan's coffin board!!
"My aunt, he didn't pretend to be a corpse and lift the coffin on the spot. He really gave him face..."
Yin Nanfeng murmured dumbly.
Hu Ming crushed the water-dipped wood chips and placed them on the tip of his nose and sniffed them gently.
"Tsk, there is indeed a problem! Damn Zhang Qishan!"
Hu Ming handed the fragments on his fingertips to the young man, grinning and spitting out fragrance.
"It's Qilin blood, a very pure Qilin blood! It's just a difference compared with Zhang Qiling's bloodline concentration in previous dynasties."
The young man also sniffed lightly and spoke indifferently.
"Qilin Blood? Are you sure?"
Hu Ming raised his eyebrows and confirmed.
"I'm sure that the Qilin blood of the Zhang family is very special, contains extraordinary powers, and is easy to identify under the same root and source."
The young man's face became three more colder, his palms loosened and held them again, and he said confidently.
"Then the problem is going to be a big deal... It's a day, what exactly is this guy trying to do?"
Hu Ming rubbed his temples with a headache. Unexpectedly, he could find something that even if he could accompany Yin Nanfeng to pay tribute to his ancestors.
"No, Uncle Ming, what are you talking about? Is there a problem with my grandpa's coffin?"
"Also, I remember correctly. Lao Buddy said that his Buddha did not inherit the Qilin blood of the Zhang family, so he died at the age of 111."
Yin Nanfeng frowned and asked quickly without caring about the rude behavior of the two of them just now.
"So, this is the problem... My brother and I confirmed that the weight of the coffin was obviously not right, and it was obviously filled with Qilin blood."
"After special treatment, we can probably guess the origin of the Qilin blood that has not been rotten for a hundred years, so the young man just looked like he was about to open the coffin and cut off the bastard's body without caring about it."
Hu Ming sighed and told them what they found.
Not only Zhang Qishan's coffin, but also Yin Xinyue's coffin, were visually filled with Qilin's blood.
This requires a lot of blood, far from being able to fill it with one or two Zhang family members.
So, the answer to the question is already very obvious.
When Zhang Qishan was alive, in that craziest era, in addition to always looking for the traces of the young man, he also secretly hunted and killed a large number of people from the surviving Zhang family.
Although I don’t know what the use of this is, it is certain that Zhang Qishan died in 2001 and was buried here.
In other words, Zhang Qishan's body has been soaked in the blood of Qilin for more than ten years.
Of course, if Zhang Qishan is not buried here, it would be another matter.
"regardless of whether or not the Qilin blood is inherited, the Zhang family's body is very magical. After death, if the body is not handled properly, it is easy to have big problems..."
"The corpse group hanging up by chains below reminded me of something... Hu Ming, do you still remember the Feng Shui structure of our ancient building?"
The young man glanced at Bai Haotian who pretended that I hadn't heard anything and said, "When did the group of female corpses under the water come in?"
"Ah... this is one of the secrets of our 11th warehouse..."
"Tell me, I'll tell you Hu Ming's contact information and personal contact information."
The young man just pushed Hu Ming forward, and he learned what it means to hit his weakness without any instruction.
Hu Ming once said that this guy is Wu Xie’s little fan, but according to the guy’s observation, this guy is probably Hu Ming’s little fan?
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Bai Haotianji agreed without any moral integrity.
"Your Ma..." Hu Ming's mouth twitched.
"You're the code..."
Yin Nanfeng's face turned dark.
This...it is the first time Yin Nanfeng has been swearing in front of outsiders since he was born.
"It's actually not a secret. Many people in Eleventh Clan know about it. You can find out if you ask someone outside."
"At that time, before the Buddha died, he began to arrange the corpse groups here, saying that he would suppress some evil goods below."
"Later, the Buddha even instructed him and his wife to bury him and his wife's body here after his death and suppress all evil spirits."
Bai Haotian smiled and showed his earned expression without any concealment.
"Suppress all evil?"
Hu Ming sneered, he probably had figured out something.
If the corpse of the owner of the Qilin Blood of the Zhang Family Ancient Building was to support the thousand-year-old rice dumplings underground.
To be continued...