The two walked to the carved stone door, Yan Honglei softly recited the incantation silently, and then passed through the stone door and entered the inner chamber of the tomb passage where the coffins were stored.
Suffocation. This was Hua Fan's first feeling. The tomb had not been ventilated for many years, and there was almost no oxygen left. It was not until Yan Honglei fumbled and opened a window leading to the "Shinto" that his breathing became easier.
"This is reserved for the undead to ascend to heaven," Yan Honglei said.
"Um."
Hua Fan followed the shimmering light from the Shinto that filtered through the hole, found the oil lamp on the wall of the tomb, and lit it according to the method just now, and the entire tomb became brightly lit.
What appeared in front of us was a huge coffin covered in black paint, and the gold, silver and jade vessels buried with it shone brightly under the lights.
Yan Honglei walked closer and prepared to open the coffin.
Hua Fan turned her back, not wanting to see this scene. But after a while, she couldn't hear any movement. Then she felt something was wrong. She hesitated and turned around, only to see the black man staring at him.
A large lacquered coffin, a dazed face filled with smoky red tears.
"Come here," Yan Hong said through tears.
Hua Fan felt a little uncomfortable, but still walked over.
"Help me open this." Yanhong cried.
"No... no, you can do it yourself. I don't have the strength." Hua Fan said, while shrinking back. The thought of digging up his biological father's grave with his own hands made his heart tremble.
"Stupid!" Yan Honglei pulled her over.
"I'll ask you to help me boil this," Yan Hong said through tears.
Hua Fan looked where he was pointing and saw that the entire lid of the coffin was wedged shut with wooden tenons.
Hua Fan felt a little scared, but after hesitating for a moment, he helped Yan Honglei burn the wooden tenons.
The moment Yan Honglei pushed open the black coffin, Hua Fan's nose felt sour.
This was the first time she had ever seen her father since she could remember it. She didn't expect it to be in this way. But no matter what, she was finally going to meet someone who was connected to her by blood. Although it was a long time late.
The lid of the nine-foot-square coffin was pushed open by smoky red tears.
"Ahem." A burst of light green gas overflowed from the coffin.
Feeling a sudden force on her shoulders, Yan Honglei pushed her to the ground and covered her mouth and nose from behind.
"What is this..." Hua Fan felt that his throat was dry and painful from the gas.
"Poison." Yan Honglei's answer was very straightforward.
"Poison? How is that possible? I'm not dead yet, haha, haha." The gas dissipated, and Hua Fan stood up from the ground, smiling awkwardly.
Yan Honglei looked at her without saying anything. Her expression was a bit strange.
What's wrong? Hua Fan blinked, a little puzzled by his performance. Before he finished speaking, he felt a salty liquid suddenly flowed into his lips. When he reached out and touched it, his nosebleed.
Yan Honglei handed her a handkerchief and said, "Fortunately, I was in time. Don't worry, it's not anything fatal, it's just sulfur, used to scare thieves."
Hua Fan wiped his nosebleed. He saw that the lid of the coffin had been pushed halfway open, revealing a large black hole of unknown.
She took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Let me go, give me the bottle." Yan Honglei stepped forward and stopped, "You can't see those, you will be scared to tears."
Hua Fan blocked his hand and said, "I don't want the first person my father sees after his resurrection to be you."
Smoky red tears choked up speechlessly.
Hua Fan took out the small bottle containing Mingyuexi Water from her purse, and solemnly opened the bottle cap made of a whole ruby. The blue water surface rippled darkly.
Although she was fully prepared mentally, when she saw Tang Zhong's remains for the first time, she still had the urge to run away. It was not because of fear, but because of pain.
The corpse had long since turned into a white skeleton. Even though it was wearing neat court clothes and a crown, it was still just a white skeleton. From that white bone, she still didn’t know what her father looked like.
What would you say to her...
She wanted to run away because she couldn't imagine what would happen if she failed today and her father didn't come back to life. If that were the case, she would definitely be very unwilling. She would definitely die unwillingly. Then she would never give up again.
I will forgive myself.
The gem in her hand shone brightly under the light, the mouth of the bottle tilted slightly, and all the blue transparent liquid fell into the coffin.
White smoke rose up from the rotten mess in the coffin, and Hua Fan closed his eyes.
After a long time, she opened her eyes again, and she looked into the coffin - she was disappointed.
In the coffin, there were still only messes and bones. The water in the west of the bright moon seemed to have evaporated, leaving no traces.
"What's going on?" Hua Fan suddenly panicked. He shook the empty crystal bottle in his hand. He had obviously poured it into it? What happened?
The strongest hopes bring the most extreme disappointments.
In panic, tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably!
She began to doubt everyone, and the first one to bear the brunt was Yan Honglei.
"Is it you? You must have done something to that bottle!" Hua Fan turned around and cried to Yan Hong.
Yan Honglei was also very confused by all this. Looking at Hua Fan who was in tears, she didn't know whether to persuade her or to defend herself.
"Maybe it's not yet noon..." Yan Honglei escaped from a pocket watch. The hands had already passed noon...
Hua Fan was stunned, not daring to take another look into the coffin. She didn't say anything and walked out blankly.
She wanted to leave quickly. Was she careless and did something wrong? Or did they disturb the undead and her father didn't want to come back? Or something else? Her mind suddenly went blank.
Just when she reached the carved door of the tomb, Yan Honglei grabbed her from behind.
"Recite the spell, and then don't follow me again." Hua Fan said, her voice as cold as ice. She thought Yanhonglei was afraid that she wouldn't be able to get out.
But Yanhonglei didn't say anything and tugged her sleeves from behind again.
Hua Fan turned around blankly.
More white smoke overflowed from the half-open coffin, and in the smoke, there was a faint figure in court dress and crown.
…
Hua Fan felt that his breathing was about to stop.
The white smoke gradually dissipated.
Tang Zhong looked at the two people in front of him. His turbid eyes were even duller than Hua Fan. In his hand, he also held a buried sword. On the battlefield, losing the sword means losing your life.
He is accustomed to "never leaving his sword in his hand." The first thing he does every time he wakes up is to pick up the sword at his side.
Hua Fan looked at the middle-aged man opposite him and looked at him carefully from head to toe. Tang Zhong saw that he was a martial artist, with a very lush beard on his face. The rotten court clothes could not hide his burly figure.
This man was very different from the father who had appeared in Hua Fan's fantasies for many years, but specifically, what the father in her fantasies looked like and how he was different from the Tang Zhong in front of her, she couldn't tell for a while.
Before she could figure out the reason, Tang Zhong gave her a big greeting gift - he threw the sword in his hand towards the two people and unsheathed it.
"Ding." The long sword was embedded in the gap between the carved stone bricks of the tomb. If Yan Honglei hadn't reacted in time, the two of them would have turned into two ghosts strung together.
"Who are you, you dare to harm the general of this dynasty? Do you know your crime?" Tang Zhong woke up with a loud voice like a bell.
"I'm guilty, I'm guilty." Yan Honglei promised obediently. While perfunctory, he looked around to see if he had anything else that could be used as a weapon.
"Father." Hua Fan said, but her voice was very low. She hesitated whether to call her "Daddy" or "Father" or something else. Her voice sounded like a mosquito. Looking at the sudden addition of Father, she feels strange in her heart.
As expected, Tang Zhong didn't hear it. He held his forehead and thought for a while, then suddenly stepped out of the coffin.
"Oh, that's all..." Tang Zhong waved his hand, "I know it's not an easy job for you little thieves to steal and steal to earn a living. I'm scared to see you, so don't do such robberies in the future. It's a gangster thing. Let me out now. I have another urgent matter. If it can't be done, I'm afraid it will implicate many people. Even if you have brains, you can't afford this serious crime. Open the door quickly!"
Yanhonglei and Huafan were both motionless. It seemed that Tang Zhong regarded them as kidnappers.
Tang Zhong was puzzled and a little annoyed: "Hey! You little thieves, you are so ignorant of praise, you are going to ruin my big event!"
"Father, you have nothing else to do." Hua Fan said. This time her voice was very clear, echoing in the tomb passage.
"Huh?" Tang Zhongguo raised two thick eyebrows on his face. He was very confused by this title. He then looked around. This place is really strange. There are no doors, windows, tables and chairs, and it is a one-room apartment. Treasures of gold and silver, but they didn't look like ordinary household items. Looking back, I saw that what I had just stepped off was not a bed but a dark black coffin!
He was dumbfounded. He looked down subconsciously and found that what he was wearing was not the armor he had always worn, but a rather solemn set of court uniforms and crowns. It was just that the solemnity was a little too solemn. It was not new clothes either. There are all traces of decay.
Hua Fan felt that she had to come forward at this time.
"Father, you have been dead for many years. We are here this time to revive you and see you again."
Hua Fan raised his head, with a pool of blue waves in his eyes, and spoke to Tang Zhong word for word.
Tang Zhong was stunned for a long time, but he had to accept this reality.
"Are you...?" Tang Zhong frowned and asked Hua Fan.
This very simple question stopped Hua Fan.
The name "Tang Mingzhen" was given by Shangguan Jinnian. She didn't know what name her parents gave her.