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Chapter 189

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    I walked to the coffin, but was very curious to find that the coffin was the best.  I went to the Panjiayuan Antique Market with Wu Dan before to learn more about it. When we talked about antiques, I also mentioned it

    Understand the material of the ancient coffin.  This wood is not from China either, it is also a tall tree in a wild area, nicknamed "Black Joe".

    This thing is not only sturdy, but also insect-proof and rodent-proof, because the smell it emits has a fragrance between mint and lotus for humans, but, for insects and mice,

    It is like facing a big enemy.  I thought to myself, Wu Dan really had the foresight to let us bring the folding shovel.  It's good now, it's convenient to pry the coffin.

    I asked Ruan Lingxi to help carry the bag, took out the shovel, and went up to look at the coffin.  Although the black lacquered coffin was tightly covered, it was still not in one piece, trying to pry it open

    It's not impossible.  I pushed the lid of the coffin hard, but it didn't push at all.

    I tried harder again, and then I barely opened a crack.  I wiped my sweat and cursed, "This wood is really heavy." As I spoke, I inserted the shovel into the gap in the coffin, and began to pry it vigorously.  Seeing this, Ruan Lingxi also came to help.  We both worked for a long time, only to hear a "bang", and the coffin lid was finally pried aside.

    I pulled Ruan Lingxi back immediately, covering my mouth and nose.  A corpse smell mixed with the fragrance of the coffin wafted out. Although he covered his nose, he still smelled a strange smell.

    After waiting for a long time, until the weird smell disappeared, the two of us stepped forward and held a torch to look into the coffin.  I was startled by this sight, because there was a lamp in the coffin.  The lamp didn't go out, but had a faint blue light.  The style of the lamp is a very common lantern in ancient times.  But this is not scientific.  One coffin was airtight, and the other, even if there was oxygen for its combustion, it would have been exhausted after so many years.

    "Deng, how can there be a lamp?" Ruan Lingxi exclaimed.

    I calmed down and thought about it. I remembered that I heard people say that ancient people would light lamps in the tomb after they were buried, in order to illuminate the way to the ghost.  But there are very few people who light lamps in coffins.  However, there is also a kind of sorcery that says that the lamp lit in the coffin is not called an eternal lamp, but a soul-burning lamp.  As the name suggests, he uses his own soul as a lead, and keeps burning his soul until someone opens his coffin to release the remaining soul.  And this technique is mostly for revenge.  Of course, it is also to deliver the remaining information to the person who opened the coffin.

    I thought about it, prepared to take a gamble, and brought out the ghost lamp.

    Ruan Lingxi shuddered and said, "This thing feels cold, let's put it back."

    "It's cold because this is a soul-burning lamp. Maybe the owner of the tomb wants to tell us something." As I spoke, I glanced at the corpse in the coffin.  This corpse is well preserved and very fresh.  This is within my expectation.  Because of the existence of the burning soul lamp, it shows that the soul of the owner of the tomb has not completely disappeared.  A corpse that has not completely lost its soul is not easy to turn into dry bones.

    The owner of this tomb is very young, a young man in his early twenties.  His facial features are correct and handsome, his figure is thin, and he is dressed in a scholar's attire.  Generally speaking, the name and biography of the owner of the tomb will be written on the tombstone, but there is no tombstone now, so I put down the burning soul lamp, bowed to the scholar's body, and rummaged through it.

    But the owner of this tomb is even poorer, he has at least a few books, and this guy doesn't even have any books.  What the hell is this considered a scholar or scholar?  Now there is no way to determine the identity of the owner of the tomb.  Just when I was at a loss, Ruan Lingxi said: "You two, look, there seems to be words on this scholar's pillow."

    As soon as Ruan Lingxi said it, I noticed that this person was resting on a blue and white porcelain-style pillow.  The pillow seems to be densely packed with words.  I carefully supported the corpse's head, and took out the pillow to have a look.  I saw that the identity of the owner of the tomb was written on the pillow in a very personal way.  Although it is in classical Chinese style, I can barely understand it.  Unexpectedly and unexpectedly, the owner of the tomb turned out to be the village head who cursed, Bao Huairen, the descendant of Mr. Bao.

    This man died in the third year after Fengmen Village was built.  It turned out to be suicide by wiping his neck.  What is even more surprising is that this so-called curse was known by the anti-Yuan rebels at some point. Chen Youliang's department actually found Fengmen Village and had secret talks with the village head, hoping to obtain the secret of this curse.  Bao Huairen disagreed, thinking that if this thing got out, it might cause chaos in the world.  Unexpectedly, Chen Youliang's subordinates took several people from the village as hostages, trying to threaten Bao Huairen to reveal the secret.

    But everyone in Fengmen Village lived here with the determination to die, and they didn't take threats at all.  As a result, those who were captured by Chen Youliang wiped their necks and committed suicide one after another.  Chen Youliang sees FengThe people in Mencun didn't take threats at all, and they also had the ambition to take over the world, and they were busy fighting wits with Zhu Yuanzhang and others, so they shelved this plan.  But this also let Bao Huairen know that the real dragon emperor has left his teacher, and the world has returned to his heart, and that person is Zhu Yuanzhang.  This was the time when the Yuan Dynasty was at its weakest, so, as discussed before, all the people in Fengmen Village committed suicide to complete the curse. This is the scene we saw in the basement: all those lying in the coffins were  A person who wiped his neck and committed suicide.  The reason for cheating is because the resentment is too deep.  The first generation of villagers did not live here for a long time, and all committed suicide within a few years because of the curse.

    Although it is said that there is a lot of information, a sentence in classical Chinese often contains the meaning of a paragraph in vernacular Chinese, so it is actually not long.  After I finished that passage in classical Chinese, I still couldn't find a way to break the curse, so I couldn't help but want to drag this guy up and ask: "Ci'ao, your ancestor was the wise and invincible Mr. Bao, why didn't you tell future generations when you did such a thing?"  How to break the curse?

    "Well, it's all nonsense." I was discouraged and wanted to throw the pillow on the corpse's head.  Useful fucking don't say a word.

    At this time, Ruan Lingxi tugged at me and said in surprise: "Er Huo, look at that lamp."

    I looked down and saw that the flame of the soul-burning lamp gradually became very bright, and then, the flames splashed everywhere, and a line of words was gradually printed in front of us: "A person can't die without a village, do the opposite, move me  Dead bones, the curse can be undone."

    After reading this sentence, I suddenly realized: It turned out that the body of the person who cast the curse, that is, Bao Huairen, should be removed from the village in order to unravel the thousand-year curse of Fengmen Village.  At this time, the flame of the soul-burning lamp jumped a few times, and went out with a "poof".  The surroundings fell into darkness again, only the torches still burning in the hands of Ruan Lingxi and I illuminated a small area.

    Ruan Lingxi said softly: "Could it be that the way to break the curse is to carry this ancient man's body and bury it? But this is the body of a big man, and it weighs at least one hundred and thirty catties. How do we get him out?"

    This is a problem, I couldn't help thinking about it helplessly, I can't dismember this guy, can I?  Thinking of this, I sighed softly, held up the torch and looked closer to the coffin, and couldn't help being startled.  At this moment, the fresh corpse turned into a piece of broken bones.  The bones of the dead shone coldly under the firelight.

    It turned out that after the soul-burning lamp was extinguished, the bones could not remain the same, and would eventually turn into dry bones.  This saves both of us.  I dug out two convenience bags from my schoolbag, gathered the bones together, filled two bags, handed one to Ruan Lingxi, and said with a smile, "Put it in your bag and carry it out."

    Ruan Lingxi protested: "No, you can carry it yourself."

    "Damn, I've carried enough weight, and you're too disrespectful." I said.

    Ruan Lingxi reluctantly took it and stuffed it into his backpack.  I also put Bao Huairen's bones away, looked around the tomb again, and felt that there was nothing to explore, so I said to Ruan Lingxi, "Go ahead and see if there is a way out." So we left the tomb and walked forward.  touch the ear chamber.

    Ruan Lingxi asked: "Strange, there is nothing valuable in it. Why did Bao Huairen set the door of the tomb as insect jade? If the coffin is made of good material for anti-corrosion, then it makes sense. The tomb door chooses such a precious thing."  That's weird."

    I thought for a while and said, "Probably because I don't want people to destroy his bones later, because it has something to do with the curse after all."

    Ruan Lingxi said: "That's true, but I always feel that it's not that simple."

    Just as we were talking, the two of us walked to the door of the ear room.  But at this time, I suddenly heard a sound behind the ear chamber.  It sounded like someone's footsteps approaching.

    "Damn it, we took so much effort to find the center of this underground place. It turned out to be an ancient tomb. A few brothers died for no reason." A man's voice sounded.

    "Okay, don't complain. Who knew there could be an ancient tomb in this place, and it still uses such a rare mechanism." Another man sighed.

    Tomb Raider?  I hurriedly dragged Ruan Lingxi into the shadows and extinguished the torch.

    At this time, the stone door in the ear room was slowly pushed open, and two people walked in holding torches.  I frowned, and hurriedly dragged Ruan Lingxi into another ear room, leaving a gap in the stone door, and looked out from that gap.

    Under the firelight, I saw two men walking into the tomb.  One of the two men was fatter and the other thinner, but they were both quite tall.  The two were also carrying backpacks, but they didn't look like tourists.  Because I saw a talisman on both of their backpacks.

    After I saw the talisman, I couldn't help being surprised: the white characters on the black background seemed to be some kind of soul talisman used by the soul burial man.

    Soul burial man?  Seeing this, I thought of Yang Wen and couldn't help frowning.  I always feel that this group of people is inextricably linked with that pervert Lin Sixing.  Did he come here too?

    At this time, I thought of the black mandala downstairs in the village head's house, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition: Could it be that Fengmen Village has other secrets besides the curse?

    Those people who accidentally broke into the temple like soldiers died, could it be related to another secret?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)frowned.  I always feel that this group of people is inextricably linked with that pervert Lin Sixing.  Did he come here too?

    At this time, I thought of the black mandala downstairs in the village head's house, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition: Could it be that Fengmen Village has other secrets besides the curse?

    Those people who accidentally broke into the temple like soldiers died, could it be related to another secret?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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