Chapter 87

usiness is your family in' After Li Jing finished speaking, her female classmate also curiously sized me up.""I... I..." I stuttered, my face flushed crimson. I was at a loss for words. I hadn't expec...I grew up in Mohe, where the temperature is always very low. I've never seen this kind of reptile called a stone lizard before.

The stench of coffin fluid was gradually decreasing, and the Sun brothers looked at each other, tacitly nodding.

Black coffin liquid flows over the golden coffin, the yellow-black colors interweaving, making people feel uneasy.

"Come on, Lao San, a golden coffin and a silver sarcophagus This is impressive. I want to see what this master looks like."

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Three stood his head, the two simultaneously took up shovels.

"The coffin board and the coffin are tightly pasted together, it takes force!"

Then a shrill, discordant metallic clang arose as the coffin lid began to separate from the innermost layer under the pry of the engineer's shovel.

It took some effort.

The golden coffin lid finally came off, revealing the coffin inside.

This coffin is entirely black. Thanks to the good sealing of the outer gold and silver coffins, the coffin itself is very well preserved, and there is no collapse or deformation at all.

The material for crafting this black coffin was cypress wood. Our leader, who was in charge of selling rice wine, had a keen eye. At once, he recognized it and said with a solemn expression, "If I'm not mistaken, this is an ancient locust wood coffin."

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"Gloomy locust tree"

I swallowed nervously and whispered, "No way, big brother. Not rosewood How come they used elm wood for coffins back then"

"Yúnfēng, what you said is only half right. There are many kinds of dark-toned wood, not just gold silk nanmu. There are also red camphor tree, green sandalwood, cypress, hemp willow, Taiwan redwood, hemp mulberry. According to common sense, people think that gold silk nanmu is the rarest and most precious. In fact, this is wrong. The truly rare one is the dark-toned locust wood. This kind of wood does not rot for a thousand years and is not eaten by rats or insects."

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Besides, from the perspective of Feng Shui, the elm tree is cool in nature and belongs to the yin attribute, making it most suitable for preserving corpses.

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Auntie Hong also looked at the coffin and nodded, clearly agreeing with the big boss's opinion.

This pitch-black, somber wooden coffin had five bronze coffin nails. Third Brother counted them twice and finally confirmed that there were indeed five coffin nails.

"Want to start hammering, big bro" Lao San's face wasn't looking too good.

"Rise! Open the coffin and get rich!"

But just as the soldier's shovel hit the coffin nail, something happened.

The old locust tree cast a deep shadow, and suddenly the coffin trembled. A dull sound came from within the coffin.

I thought I had misheard. I was about to ask my friend Hong if she heard any noises coming from the coffin, but just then, the coffin shook again!

I'm not hearing things, and I'm not seeing things! This time I heard it clearly.

There's something alive in this coffin!

I was terrified and involuntarily took a few steps back, stammering, "There... there's something in the coffin!"

The Sun brothers quickly retreated two steps. The youngest, his face pale, blurted out: "Damn it, impossible! With such good sealing of the golden and silver coffins, how could something get in"

He meant that there were rats or something that got into the coffin.

"It's not Big Brother, maybe it's not the rat...."

He immediately glared at me: "Don't say unlucky Yunfeng! It's either a rat or it isn't! Let's not scare ourselves!"

When I got yelled at, I panicked and blurted out, "Third brother, let's run! What if the zongzi are zombies" As soon as I said it, I felt a chill down my spine and goosebumps all over.

"Damn it, what kind of zongzi are we talking about! I've followed Wang to so many graves and didn't see anything like that. Yunfeng, don't get so excited and talk nonsense!"

"Let's go! Now!" Lao San yelled, snatching up a pickaxe and taking two steps forward to aim at the coffin nails.

We didn't even dare to breathe, afraid we might disturb him.

As the third nail was being hammered in, Lao San moved closer. He lay on top of the coffin lid, listening carefully to any sounds coming from inside.

Two or three minutes later, he suddenly turned around and widened his eyes, saying: "There... there seems to be breathing sounds inside!"

At this moment, I suddenly remembered the nightmare I had after I fell unconscious before. Thinking of the protagonist in the dream, I trembled and pointed at the coffin: "Third brother, please don't open it!"straight from it, just like drinking through a straw. All I needed to do was suck slightly with my mouth, and I could immediately taste the sweet sap.After a long drought, she and I were both eagerly...