Everyone rested for a while on the first floor and examined the coffins one by one, only to see a spherical pile of human bones stuffed into the coffin. Jin Lan's face was like gold paper, and she vomited for a while before she recovered.
Jin Lan had an old injury on her leg and was agitated by worries, so she walked with a limp. Yan Qing offered to carry him on his back, but Jin Lan refused.
"This is indeed a servant's job, but there are dangers in the tomb, so you should take care of yourself first." Jin Lan shook her head and said, "I can leave on my own."
Yan Qing hummed and suddenly took a breath: "There is a sound upstairs."
Yin Ci listened carefully and heard a slight scratching sound, as if someone was scratching the wooden board with nails. Shi Jingzhi glanced at the snow-white string of blood and bone beads and shook them quietly.
"I didn't take poison just now, and I feel fine. I'll go up and have a look." Yin Ci almost had "I'm brave" written on his face.
Shi Jingzhi: "You didn't eat?"
Yin Ci looked apologetic: "It was the first time I saw such a weird monster, and I didn't recover for a while." If he eats poison and is found to have no symptoms of poisoning, he will get into trouble again.
Shi Jingzhi pursed his lips and was silent for a while: "I'll go up with you. Please take care of Miss Shi downstairs."
Yin Ci glanced at him in surprise.
The upstairs was empty, and there was an exquisite red coffin in the middle of the room. The fishy smell around him became stronger and stronger, and there was also a strange sweetness in it.
Yin Ci recognized this sweet smell, and the poison of Qinyuan was hidden in the coffin.
This design is very ruthless. The smell of Qinyuan's poison is weak and can easily be covered up by the stench of corpses, making it difficult to detect. To deal with trouble silk, masters will take poison to protect themselves like Shi Zhongyu did. Even if you take the antidote, the poisonous injuries will not disappear immediately. At this time, if he is hit with another dose of strong poison, even the gods will not be able to save him.
Qinyuan's poison is extremely rare, and Yin Ci has only found a small cup. No matter how sensitive Shi Jing's five senses are, it is impossible to identify poisons that he has never seen before.
If he was caught in the attack, his little master would definitely die.
Shi Jingzhi seemed to be aware of the crisis. He coughed twice and said, "Generally, in this case, there will be a mechanism in the coffin lid. The most commonly used ones are poisons and spells. This coffin looks unusual, but we still..."
Yin Ci turned his back to him, pretending to be impatient: "I have opened many coffins down there, and I am very familiar with them."
Before Shi Jingzhi could open his mouth again, Yin Ci took a few steps forward and lifted the coffin lid.
There was just a click, and a very thin transparent barrier was erected around the coffin. Shi Jingzhi wanted to chase Yin Ci, but his face hit the barrier hard, making a muffled sound.
Yin Ci pretended not to hear anything and moved the coffin lid, only to be sprayed in the face by Qin Yuan's poisonous powder.
It is indeed the most amazing poison in the world, it tastes strong and even has a little bit of a kick to it. Yin Ci smacked his lips and held down the things in the coffin.
The thing was wearing silk silk, its beautiful eyes were shining with hope, and it looked like a girl. But as the former leader of the Chigou Sect, Yin Ci recognized its true form with just one glance—
A well-made puppet corpse.
It is not a monster, but is made from fresh corpses. It feels like a living person, and usually comes with some psychedelic magic. Yin Ci took action and controlled the core of its mechanism, moving quickly and accurately. It couldn't move at all, and could only transform into an expression that was about to cry, which was heartbreaking to watch.
Devil Yin's heart is as hard as iron and he won't even blink.
Not to mention letting go, even if the strength of the hand is a little less, this thing can jump up and tear him apart. Although Yin Ci himself didn't care, there was Shi Jingzhi watching behind him, and it was still too exciting to turn minced meat into a living person.
Seeing that Yin Ci didn't respond, he activated the technique again. The puppet corpse instantly transformed into a handsome man, showing a fragile expression.
Yin Ci: "...?" This craftsman thought quite comprehensively.
It's a pity that he doesn't look as good as his cheap master. Yin Ci remained motionless and continued to increase strength on his hands. The puppet corpse struggled to no avail and changed its face again.
Yin Ci was very familiar with that face.
The technique directly acts on the spirit, and it changes Yin Ci's true appearance - the man in the coffin has long hair like ink, a pale complexion, chest rising and falling violently, and an expression of pain and despair. It looked up imploringly, showing a strange sense of fragmentation.
Yin Ci smiled instead, moved his lips, and spoke silently to the puppet corpse.
"This is truly a wish come true."
After saying that, Yin Ci increased his strength again. He used too much force, and the bones in his hand cracked under the load, and the core of the mechanism actually had a crack in his grip.
The illusion suddenly dissipated, and the puppet corpse revealed its true face. A female corpse lay quietly in the coffin, her eyes were closed, her nose was almost completely rotten, and her face was eroded by the disease like a demon.
Yin Ci let go of his hand coldly, and the injured bones returned to their original shape almost instantly. He did not look back, but continued to lean on the coffin, taking a short hairpin from the female corpse's hair.
Then he carefully opened his coat, stretched out his hand to pierce his chest, and inserted the short hairpin into his heart. His wound healed quickly, but the foreign body was not so easy to remove. His heart was beating hard. Even through the ghost leather clothes, Yin Ci's face was still frighteningly pale.
After making preparations, Yin Ci spat out a large mouthful of blood, completely covering the blood stains on his chest.
He did not move, always facing Shi Jingzhi. From Shi Jingzhi's point of view, he just moved the coffin, stood frozen for a moment, and then collapsed softly.
At this moment, the loud noise of the barrier exploding finally sounded.
With the golden fire flag burning, Shi Jingzhi rushed forward panting. The barrier was extremely strong, and it obviously took a lot of effort on his part.
Seeing Yin Ci with blood on his front, a hint of anger flashed in Shi Jingzhi's eyes.
"Don't touch the coffin, it's poisonous." Yin Ci held Shi Jingzhi's shoulder and spoke weakly.
"Nonsense, I just said that!"
Shi Jingzhi grabbed his wrist and checked his pulse through gritted teeth: "Signs of heart failure... Damn it, didn't I tell you to wait for a while?"
"The Taiheng sect has a great cause, and there are only two of us. If there is really a treasure here, I'm afraid of them..."
"The Taiheng sect is not a bandit." Shi Jingzhi grimaced and dug out a glass bottle from the medicine box. "Drink it quickly! If you had taken poison just now, you might be dead now."
Shi Jingzhi carefully laid Yin Ci down, and then hurriedly prepared the medicine. Yin Ci swallowed the medicine obediently, with "I'm sorry, I was really wrong" written all over his face.
Shi Jingzhi clenched and unclenched his fists, but finally did not beat the patient.
How interesting, Yin Ci thought with interest, ignoring the sharp pain in his heart. The anger didn't seem fake, Shi Jingzhi was actually really angry. This person's "use" of himself does not seem to be limited to making up numbers.
Did he really treat him as his apprentice? That would be too ridiculous.
There was a lot of noise as the barrier shattered, and the four people downstairs arrived belatedly. Seeing the scene in front of him, Shi Zhongyu was slightly startled, and then sighed: "Master Shi."
"It's funny, my apprentice picked it up in the mountains, but his eyes are still filled with dirt." Shi Jingzhi's face was as dark as water, "The coffin is poisonous, and the things inside look like puppet corpses. Please ask Miss Shi to examine it."
Shi Zhongyu held up a sword flower in the air, and the coffin immediately shattered, and the wooden boards fell in all directions. The jewels in the coffin were scattered all over the place, no one picked them up.
"It is indeed a puppet corpse. The core of its mechanism seems to have malfunctioned. Your disciple is very lucky." The core of the mechanism is extremely hard and almost impossible to be destroyed with bare hands. Shi Zhongyu did not doubt that he was there for a moment.
"The poison he was poisoned is also very strange. This is the first time I have seen this kind of heart failure. But the condition is stable." Shi Jingzhi gave Yin Ci some more medicine and wiped the sweat from his head.
"The sound is wrong." Yan Qing suddenly spoke and pointed at the puppet corpse. "There is a friction and shaking sound inside."
Shi Jingzhi and Shi Zhongyu looked at each other. The latter covered his hands with silk and carefully dismantled the puppet corpse.
Shi Zhongyu opened the eyelids of the puppet corpse and found two hollow wax eyes. She pulled Yan Qing over again, letting him listen carefully, and then pulled out a black dagger from the spine of the corpse.
Yin Ci pretended to be fake while peeking sideways.
Shi Zhongyu cut open the wax pill and two balls rolled out. The one in the left eye shone with a bright light gold, while the one in the right eye was gray and textured like wood.
"Let's see... I won't exchange it for a piece of gold, but a piece of wooden Buddha beads. A hanging shadow sword, and some precious jewelry."
Shen Zhu bit the tip of his pen: "How do the two masters plan to divide it?"
Shi Zhongyu let out a sigh of relief: "The Dry Mountain Party has the favor to save my life, so the leader of the time should ask for it first."
Yin Ci's eyes walked around the wooden Buddha bead, and then turned to Shi Jingzhi. Shi Jingzhi thought for a moment and answered simply: "I want the wooden Buddha beads and the hanging shadow sword."
Shen Zhu raised his eyebrows: "Seriously? According to Yan Budu's temperament, it is possible to get a bad Buddhist bead to fool people. Although the Diaoying Sword was made by a famous master, it is closer to a collection than a magic weapon. Together, these two , not as good as a scrap of gold.”
"It's said that it was a life-saving grace. I also stole Miss Shi's martial arts skills. There is no need to mention this matter again."
Shi Jingzhi stuffed another medicine into Yin Ci's mouth to signal him to keep quiet.
"You can forge magical weapons without exchanging gold, so they are extremely valuable. Our small sect doesn't even have a decent weapon, how can we afford it without exchanging gold?"
Yin Ci's eyes showed approval.
Although it can be worth ten thousand gold if not exchanged for gold, its value to them is quite limited. They might as well take the opportunity to transfer it to the Taiheng Sect and sell it as a big favor.
It's just right to take away a hanging shadow sword that doesn't have much value and a Buddhist bead that I don't know if it's useful. It was difficult for Shi Zhongyu to object.
... And now it seems that only this Buddhist bead may be related to the visual flesh. Shi Jingzhi is usually noisy, but at critical moments he is quite calm.
Sure enough, Shi Zhongyu nodded, with a hint of appreciation on his face: "Thank you very much, Master Shi. You'd better get some light jewelry to make it easier to walk after leaving the tomb."
Shi Jingzhi nodded. Yin Ci was still lying on the ground. He didn't intend to leave too far, so he took advantage of the situation and looked at his feet.
Under the light, a short hairpin shone with golden light, the style was almost the same as the one on Yin Ci's heart. Shi Jingzhi fixed his gaze and picked it up. He played with the short hairpin for a while and fell into deep thought again.
"That's it." After a moment, Shi Jingzhi said absently.
Then he sat down next to Yin Ci and put the short hairpin into his pocket: "A Ci, if what happened today happens again, I will expel you from the school. This is your first offense, and I will only punish you for half a year. money."
Yin Ci: "..." My friend, it seems you only have one year to live.
After Shi Jingzhi said that, he put the dagger next to Yin Ci: "As for this... you worship me as your teacher, and I haven't given you any decent gift. Don't you like swords? Take it."
Yin Ci smiled weakly: "Master, can I give you the sticks and sweet dates together?"
"It's not just about your good fortune and destiny. Since you survived the catastrophe, we can share the good fortune in the future."
Shi Jingzhi forced a smile: "...After all, with your heart failure, you should have died a long time ago."