There was an unknown roar in the coffin, like the roar of some kind of country beast, and the coffin board was banged by the contents inside.
White and shriveled hands protruded from the crevices of the swaying coffin, and dark black nails scraped deep sawdust on the coffin. You can imagine how sharp these nails are. Scratching them on the skin will probably peel off the skin directly. .
Mu Sicheng was frightened. He pulled Bai Liu's hand and wanted to run out subconsciously, but Bai Liu caught him.
Not only did Bai Liu not run, but instead he stepped forward and flipped the torn talisman over and put it back on the red line.
A strange thing happened, and the coffin that had been shaking just now suddenly fell silent.
At the moment when the talisman fell, golden light appeared on the red line. The hands of the corpses who were about to break free from the restraints of the coffin were as if they were burned when they touched the red line. After wailing, and shaking twice as if unwillingly, finally returned to peace again.
Kong Xuyang squinted his eyes when he saw this scene, and sighed impatiently in his heart.
Originally, he was going to watch Bai Liu, a stubborn species, was so scared that he rushed out of the temple, but he didn't expect to come up with a solution so quickly.
But soon Kong Xuyang adjusted his expression, his face hugged with Yang Zhi in horror, like an ordinary person, but the sullen expression in his eyes lingered, he stared at Bai Liu.
Indeed, the talisman turned over and it was [An Sha curse], and it was indeed able to support it.
But he could not hide from the first year of the first year of the junior high school, and could not hide from the first seven. This talisman could not support the first seven. The orthodox Maoshan talisman and yellow paper were in his hands. After the first seven, there was no talisman to protect him. He held a copy of evil. Shu, he sees what Bai Liu will do.
Mu Sicheng stiffened into a wooden stick in front of Bai Liu, his chest was violently up and down, his face was facing the eight coffins, and he was frightened at first sight.
He actually wanted to run, but he didn't know why, Mu Sicheng always felt that a person had left Bai Liu here. After that, it would be more terrifying for him to face Bai Liu than to face these eight coffins.
There was no expression of fear on Bai Liu's face. He patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, and said in an ordinary manner: "Go and light incense, light three roots, worship three times, don't make four, avoid the niche."
Mu Sicheng's mind was still dizzy now, and at Bai Liu's order, he walked forward softly with a sigh of relief.
Halfway through, Mu Sicheng was picking up the incense and preparing to worship. The light and heart from the corner of his eyes swept across the eight niches laid out on the table in front of the idol, suddenly it was like a jam. Paused.
Eight... niches
Mu Sicheng turned his head slowly, he pointed at the coffin next to him with a prostrative expression, and his fingers trembled as if there were no signs of trembling: "White, Bailiu, much, one more coffin."
Bai Liu was already kneeling on one knee next to this extra coffin. He stretched out his fingers and carefully touched the corners of the coffin. He heard the words without raising his head and said, "I see."
When this extra coffin was glimpsed under the dim light, it seemed that the specifications, size, color and material were all the same, with a black lacquer head, a red thread wrapped around the waist, and four corners hanging bells, but after careful observation, Bai Liu found this coffin. The strangeness.
Bai Liu looked at the fingertips that he had just touched the coffin, with a thin layer of loess stained on it.
This is a coffin that has been buried.
Not only had it been buried, but the age of the burial should not be too small. The bells hanging on the four corners are brass bells, and the style is old. It seems that the style should be something from the end of the last dynasty a hundred years ago.
The red thread is new. Like the red thread used in other coffins, the coffin seems to have been repainted. There is no wood corruption, but a damp rotten wood smell can be smelled.
However, although the exterior has been repainted, it should not have been opened, and a layer of unpassed loess can be felt along the coffin.
There is no yellow symbol on the coffin, which is not safe at first glance.
Mu Sicheng shook his hands without tears: "Bai Liu, how come there is a coffin suddenly?!"
"What I am more interested in now is why there are so many coffins." Bai Liu got up, he crossed Mu Sicheng and walked to the altar, before the niche was also present on the altar. After watching for a while, he thought thoughtfully." I see."
Mu Sicheng carefully looked over Bai Liu's shoulder, and under Bai Liu's cover, he raised the video recorder and started filming the niche.
It's not embarrassing to say that he just counted out one more niche, because he didn't dare to watch more because he was afraid, now he dared to watch it because of the double guardianship of Bai Liu and the camera.
Mu Sicheng took a picture for a while. He looked at the dien niche on the small screen of the video recorder. The more he looked at it, the more it was wrong, his expression changed from the initial doubt to the unbelievable, and then to the most chaotic.
"This niche..." Mu Sicheng said dumbfounded, "How come it was in 1884?!"
The age of birth and death written on the dien niche is impressively [1884-1900], and the gender name is extremely simple, with only one sentence for a woman from the Li family.
Mu Sicheng began to question himself, took out his mobile phone and took a look: "We are in modern society, how come this coffin was more than a hundred years ago?"
"When a woman gets married, she will be buried with her husband's surname, called the family." Bai Liu put his eyes on the coffin. "In the coffin is a 16-year-old woman who has not left the pavilion. It is estimated that she died in marriage."
Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded again: "Why died in marriage?"
Bai Liu lightly glanced at Mu Sicheng, and Mu Sicheng inexplicably saw a taste of disgust from this eye.
Bai Liu turned his head to look at the coffin and explained: "After a woman is married, she is buried with her husband’s surname. If a woman from the Li family marries a man surnamed Zhang and is buried, she should be buried in the name of [Zhang Lishi], and the buried is also Zhang. The family’s ancestral grave."
"And the girl in this coffin was buried in the name of [Li Family Girl]."
Bai Liu said lightly: "This is very interesting. Unmarried women were not allowed to enter the coffin in the ancestral grave at that time, but the size of the coffin all shows that the woman was buried in the ancestral grave in the end. ."
"I think there are two most likely scenarios for the girl buried in the ancestral grave. The first is that this girl may have made a great contribution to the family, and the second is that the girl died on the way to her marriage."
"But the girl has a last name and no name. I prefer the second case."
Mu Sicheng suddenly realized, "Then why was it a coffin a hundred years ago?"
Bai Liu calmly said: "You have dug up the ancient tomb. This is quite common in small villages isolated from the world."
Kong Xuyang gritted his teeth at the side.
He had cleared all the basic information that He Daniu had told Bai Liu about before, and Bai Liu could forcefully re-launch it on his own.
What kind of monster is Bai Liu? !
"... mean there is a century-old female corpse in this coffin?!" Mu Sicheng realized what was in the coffin afterwards, he shuddered and took two steps back, panicking, "It's terrifying."
Kong Xuyang smirked and patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder: "Hey! What Bai Liu said is right? He just guessed it casually, maybe it was to scare you!"
Mu Sicheng retorted without hesitation: "Bai Liu just casually guessed that it was right."
Bai Liu crossed Mu Sicheng to look at Kong Xuyang, and nodded in agreement: "You are right, all of this is my guess, not necessarily accurate."
Kong Xuyang was taken aback by Bai Liu.
"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth." Bai Liu stepped forward. He put his hands on the top of the coffin and pushed them down. "When you open it, you know who is inside?"
Kong Xuyang didn't have time to stop him, and watched Bai Liu push open the coffin lid.
He and Yang Zhi, the two people who had played the game once, were stunned, and watched in amazement as Bai Liu released one of the strongest monsters in the game of Yinshan Village.
Mu Sicheng is completely down now. He stood in front of the coffin that was suddenly opened with a blank expression, holding the camera in his left hand.
The lid of the coffin fell heavily, causing the floor to tremble, throwing out dust and loess.
In the dusty sky, Bai Liu patted the dust on his hands, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, took a step forward with the flashlight of his mobile phone, and approached the edge of the coffin.
The hazy fog caused by the dust gradually dissipated, Bai Liu waved his hand to disperse the dust in front of him, and looked into the coffin with the help of the dim light and the light of the flashlight.
This coffin was just as Bai Liu had guessed. The exterior was painted, but the inside had not been opened. As soon as it was opened, it smelled of rotten wood and mold.
The inside of the green and black squishy coffin was dripping with water, the wooden pieces were rotten and shattered, and a corpse wearing a model wedding dress like a lotus-embroidered cheongsam was lying peacefully on the bottom.
The bride is not long in stature, wearing a hair crown, and a thick layer of gray on her clothes, with her hands folded under her heart, her thumbs up, and a weighing pole woven with red thread inside her hands. , About one inch long.
Inside the coffin head is inlaid with a misty bronze mirror, which shows the bride’s feet in the coffin wearing black boots. The face is also covered with a satin hijab of double happiness. The tassels on the hijab are dirty and hung on the shoulders. To look.
Bai Liu moved his gaze to the bride's folded hands on his heart, and paused for a while.
These hands had full complexion and round nails, like jade carving wax sculptures. Not only did they show no signs of dryness and decay, they looked even fresher than the corpse that had just been dead for two days next to them.
Not only that, the whole corpse was straight, with knees slightly bent, and the clothes did not collapse at all because of the decay of the corpse.
—It looks like a living person.
Bai Liu's eyes scanned the entire corpse again, and returned to the weighing rod that the corpse clasped his hands. He stretched out his hand without fear, and pulled the weighing rod out of the bride's body with a little force.
Although the wooden weighing pole has fallen ash, it can be seen that the workmanship is exquisite. It is carved with a dragon and a phoenix. It is obviously a happy pole used to open the hijab of the bride.
Kong Xuyang saw that Bai Liu had pulled out the hi bar without saying a word, his eyes became frightened uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but reminded him: "Don't move!"
The inside of the coffin was originally foggy, but the bronze mirror that only faintly reflected the feet suddenly slammed to one side at the moment the hi-bar was pulled out, and it became clear and visible. On it, a face painted with □□ and nodded with rouge was shown. It was obviously the bride's face.
The face of the bride in the coffin was still hidden by the hijab, and it was not visible at all, but the bride in the mirror smiled, her head turned 360 degrees, and a pair of penetrating eyes looked straight towards it. Bai Liu, who likes the pole, began to sing sadly and gracefully:
"Msang-gong—come back to talk—"
"Pity you, I have no bones by the river, I am still the person in your spring boudoir dream!"