Yu Xing actually discovered that they were doing something there when Zhao Yijiu picked up Zhao Ruru.
Although he had his back to the fire at that time, any small movement in the silent forest would be amplified into his eardrums, not to mention Zhao Ruru's powerful "What are you doing?"
He didn't care.
The Inugami's Revenge Saint fits the character's character, and it would be a good thing if Zhao Yijiu could temporarily regain some of his character performance qualifications.
He set up the tent, leaned in and made a bunk on the ground. Then he wanted to drink some water, so he walked to the cart containing supplies.
The moment he picked up the kettle, Yu Xing noticed something was wrong out of the corner of his eye.
He saw a loose hemp rope lying on the ground, and next to the hemp rope was a piece of cheap fabric crumpled together.
Because it was dark and the hemp rope and fabric were obscured by other things, you might not notice it unless you look carefully.
This thing looks so familiar.
Yu Xing had already checked that apart from the coffin-like cargo, this escort trip did not escort other cargo at the same time, and this piece of cloth...
It's the piece used to cover the coffin.
The hemp rope is also the one used to fasten the fabric.
Yu Xing's eyes flashed and he immediately turned to look in the direction of the goods.
While warming themselves by the fire, they also said that they would lift up the cloth tomorrow to see what the goods really looked like. But now, the "goods" seem to be eager to realize their ideas.
Under the pouring moonlight like a jade plate, the unobstructed cargo was emitting a full light.
It was indeed a coffin, a coffin made of white jade.
The coffin is engraved with complex patterns, and every line indicates its luxury and mystery. If it is placed in a cemetery, or in a solemn ancestral hall or altar, it will definitely bring peace to its owner's body.
Come and sleep.
But now it's on a wooden cart.
The heavy white jade coffin lid was also opened.
One end of the heavy coffin lid rested on the wooden board and the other end rested on the coffin body, revealing the dark space inside the coffin.
The voices of Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru suddenly faded away.
Yu Xing froze in place, once again feeling the immobility he felt when he looked at Mao Ying during the day. He couldn't even look away, he could only stare at the black space in the coffin, and everything around him faded.
Only the moon in the sky and the bright jade coffin complement each other.
Some strange senses caused his heart to beat faster and faster. He didn't know whether it was seconds or minutes, but there was only the sound of blood surging in his eardrums, like a drum.
Tick tock.
The red liquid dripped on the white jade, dyeing half of the pale red ghost face along the lines.
Only then did Yu Xing realize that he had unknowingly walked to the white jade coffin, leaned forward, and peered into the coffin like a man possessed.
His nasal cavity was warm, and a spurt of nosebleed gushed out. The nosebleed followed the angle of his lowered head and smashed onto the tilted coffin lid.
The pattern at that place happened to be a whole ferocious face - similar to the mask used to cover the face during sacrifices.
Yu Xing didn't think about why he was lured to the coffin, nor did he cover his nose. He only instinctively realized that it was important to see the complete lines clearly.
Because the carvings were difficult to distinguish, he directly touched them.
The unusually cold touch instantly caused goosebumps to appear on one's back, as if one had directly touched a piece of ice.
Yu Xing shuddered, carefully identified the ridges under his fingertips, and copied the complete pattern on the coffin lid in his mind.
Underneath the ghost face...is a huge body.
The inhuman proportions make this body extremely fat, or rather strong. There is no clothing on the body, only undulating muscles.
Ah, it turns out that there is a complete picture of ghosts on the coffin lid.
It has four arms, two on each side, both raised high, holding... some more detailed lines that are difficult to identify.
Further down, there are no lower limbs, instead there are round things, stacked like hills, getting wider and wider as you go down.
Buzzing…
There was a tingling sensation in his mind, and Yu Xing's scalp tightened, and while he was conscious, he immediately touched it upwards.
What is above the ghost face?
His fingers only touched raised linear lines. A white mist appeared in his mind. His sense of touch seemed to be affected. Yu Xing felt that the lines under his fingers had become soft and sharp, and they could be moved by his fingers.
, every time you touch it, there seems to be a shadow shaking in the white mist.
"you should……"
"story……"
"incomplete……"
The whispers of the shadows entered Yu Xing's ears, and the alarm bell rang in his heart, and then he felt something piercing his body.
The tiny stinging pains are the most torturous. Halfway through, those things begin to pull outwards again, as if for fun, pulling people from resistance to numbness, and then abandoning all thinking.
They are eating away at the brain.
Yu Xing bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a sharp pain that was much stronger than the tingling hit him instantly. The fishy-sweet liquid penetrated into his mouth, making him suddenly wake up.
The white mist disappeared, the tugging feeling disappeared, and the murmur disappeared. Only the shadows of the trees in the forest spread to the ground with the moonlight.
He was still in front of the coffin, but an arm stretched out from the darkness in the coffin, a white jade-like arm, and its bloodless fingers grabbed his wrist bones and dragged him inside.
The force was not strong at all, more like he took the opportunity to act when he was in hallucinations and hallucinations. Yu Xing's body leaned forward even more, almost burying his face into the coffin.
It was precisely because of this posture that Yu Xing's method of avoiding looking directly into the coffin when he was identifying the lines was ineffective. The moment he woke up, his eyes met the contents of the coffin.
The white jade-colored arms are connected to the white jade-colored body. There is a head on the body, and the head is covered with a pale and pale face.
His face was white, and even his eyes were white. The eyes of the same color rolled in his sockets, then he looked at Yu Xing and showed a smile that could not distinguish emotions.
"come……"
A child-like voice came from the white-faced, motionless lips.
"What color are my eyes?"
Before Yu Xing could answer, the eyes that had been staring at him were stained with the same blue color as his.
"What color is my mouth?"
As it spoke, its lips also turned bright red.
"My heart can't beat yet, what's the color of my heart?"
The rest of its words were smashed back into the coffin by Yu Xing who broke free from Bai Yu's arm.
Yu Xing immediately closed the lid before it finished speaking. What was strange was that the seemingly heavy coffin lid was as light as a piece of paper, and it fit perfectly with the coffin body in an instant.
The sound of the thing inside could not be heard either.
Yu Xing exhaled. His human body was suppressed by this evil thing, and his heart was so stuffy that it ached.
He planned to get away from the coffin quickly, but as soon as he took a few steps back, he saw the coffin suddenly stood up.
At some unreal angle, it becomes as thin as paper.
The thin coffin floated up and stuck to Yu Xing's back with an irresistible attitude. At this moment, Yu Xing really felt the weight of the white jade coffin. It was indeed a cargo that needed to be put on a cart, and it almost crushed him.
collapse.
Immediately, his legs moved uncontrollably, carrying the heavy thin coffin, and walked step by step deeper into the woods.
With every step he took, his heels seemed to touch another pair of feet, as if there was a very long noodle man, part of which was carried on his back and the other part stepped on the ground, imitating him to walk.
Yu Xing couldn't even look back or lower his head.
He also knew that this might have triggered a certain plot, so he simply let go of his resistance and allowed the controlling force to lead him to where he should go.
