"No, nothing big went wrong. I was worried at first. Fortunately, it turned out that this thing is not as evil as I thought. We are ready and will find someone to open the coffin tomorrow. But
, I want to ask you one thing, do you think the things in this coffin can escape on their own?"
The old man said, but he was extremely cautious. I looked at him and wondered: "Running out on his own? What do you mean? You mean, something came out of this coffin on its own?"
As I said this, I subconsciously looked at the coffin, but at first glance, I didn't notice anything unusual. The coffin was sealed and there was no trace of it being broken open by brute force. To say that something came out of it, either it
It was squeezed out from the mouth of the statue on the coffin, or this thing can break through physical obstacles and come out through the coffin. But the latter can
The possibility is very small, because according to me, not even ghosts can pass through the wall. I have seen it a few times, but it is a misunderstanding, because that thing is just like smoke, it can pass through a small gap.
It goes through inside, but under sufficiently tight conditions, a mineral water bottle can seal those things, which is absolutely true.
In this case, the first possibility is very high. However, with such a large coffin and such a small hole, unless the contents inside can flow out like paste, otherwise, no matter how much you think about it, you won't feel it.
You can go out, isn't this making trouble...
Thinking of this, I quickly asked for details. After hearing this, the old man said to me: "I'm ashamed to say that I can't help it. Originally, someone should look at this thing, but you know that no one dares to look at this place."
I stayed here overnight, so I locked the door
The door sealed this place, but guess what? Nothing happened at first, but just yesterday morning, when I brought some experts over to check the contents of the coffin, I found that there were so many things in this room.
A puddle of water..."
"Like this?" I said dumbly after hearing this. When the old man saw this, he shook his head and said to me: "No, no, the water here all flows out from the coffins. It's nothing special."
, after all, the coffin has been soaked in the river bed for so many years, so it is understandable that there is some water in it. However, that pool of water is different, it flows out from this place, all the way to the door!"
The old man said, pointing to the bottom of the coffin, then pointing back to the iron door that looked very tight and high-end, and then added: "Do you think it's strange? Normally, the water in this place is not
It might have flowed there. I thought there might be something in the coffin coming out from here. I was so frightened at the time that I had a lot of people looking for it in the house, and then in the corridor, and so on.
Searched for a whole
Oh my god, I didn’t find anything! That thing seemed to disappear out of thin air! Later I thought, is this some kind of ghost, zombie, or some monster coming out of here? Don’t hurt people anymore.
!So, I sent out people to inform the nearby residents that the nights are not peaceful these days, so don’t go out unless nothing happens. No, I’m still waiting for news, and I’m afraid something is really coming out of there!”
The old man said, sighed, then took my arm and said to me: "Xiao Lu, I know you are doing this, you are capable and knowledgeable. Look, can you tell me,
What is this thing crawling out of here? Could it be that it’s really a water ghost or something?”
"Probably not. If it were really a ghost or something, something would have happened a long time ago... But this matter cannot be taken lightly. As far as I know, it is easiest to dig out some very magical things in the channels of this old river.
I'll look around for a while and see if I can find anything. If not, then there's nothing I can do. Just call me when you find something you can't handle."
I said and shrugged. The old man was a little reluctant, but after careful consideration, this was the only way to go. We chatted about some trivial matters, and gradually the topic turned to the coffin.
In order not to cause any necessary trouble to the old man, I told him some things I had experienced during my trip to the mountains. However, I described many of the things I saw with my own eyes as legends I had heard from the mountain people.
This way, you won't overheat yourself.
Because, judging from my understanding of these archaeologists, once they know what is going on in the mountains, they will definitely be very interested. When the time comes, the old man will be anxious and unsure of what I will do.
Besides, the things in the valley are not good. We beat up the oversized carcass of the ancient evil god soaked in the alchemy cauldron, which was awesome enough. At that time, the souls of the tribesmen were out of their bodies.
I wasn't there, and I don't know how those people would react when they came back.
I was thinking that if I go back this time, if I get caught by them, I might be chopped into pieces and eaten by those people. No matter how I think about it, I feel that this matter is a bit suspenseful. And, more importantly, is that
, it seems that the valley itself is a very mysterious place, thousands of
Over the years, only a few people have been able to visit. Since they live their lives hiding in such a paradise, then let this matter turn into a fairy tale... If anyone knows about this matter
, maybe it will attract many people looking for death.
So, both emotionally and rationally, I felt that what I did was quite right. Fortunately, the old man didn't doubt my words very much. It could be seen that this man's main focus was on what I relayed.
Up.
He was sitting on a small stool on one side, listening and memorizing, occasionally frowning, and occasionally showing an expression of enlightenment. Seeing his expressions changing so much, I knew that this old man must have a lot to say.
I said.
Facts have proved that my guess was right. After I finished telling what I knew, the old man put down the book in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said: "I have heard of that mythical story you mentioned before.
, In some unofficial histories, there is indeed that kind of legend. There are few stories about this Nine-Headed Xiangliu thing, but it is said that
It is said that in the ancient times, there was indeed a long-lasting struggle between the two groups, the God of Water Gonggong and the God of Fire Zhurong. As for the dragon you mentioned that lent the divine fire to Nuwa
, I have never heard of it, but judging from the chronological background and your description, I seem...to be able to tell you who it is."