"Open the coffin? Whose coffin?" Xuan Ji was shocked, "It turns out that there is someone in this coffin? Who?"

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes redder even more violently. Xuan Ji looked at his gaze and didn't see anyone. He heard the sound of water first. He shuddered, and the goatee next to the coffin disappeared!

It turned out that one of them was trapped in the coffin and could not get up, and the other was absent-minded. The goatee was awake or pretending to be dizzy. He actually jumped into the pool and was swimming hard in one direction. Xuan Ji looked at the sound of the water and saw a hole on the stone wall there that could be passed by one person. When the water level was high, it was covered by water and was exposed at this time.

The goatee must have known that there is an exit for a long time. The dog paddle is quite standard, obviously I have been here!

Sheng Lingyuan's hand, which could not even hold his clothes tightly, suddenly grabbed the sky, and the blue veins on the back of his hand stormed. The goat beard in the water was directly sucked out, flew out of the water with its head facing the ground, and was about to hit the stone platform next to the bronze coffin.

"Wow——" Xuan Ji opened his wings and slid against the ground, displaced instantly. Before the goatee's head was smashed into a rotten watermelon, he grabbed the goatee's ankle, and at least he didn't touch the wall directly. "Big Boss! This is a mortal head, not a shot put. You think everyone is as strong as you... Hey!"

Xuan Ji felt a violent force suddenly "sucked" the goatee in his hand. The goatee's feet were in his hand, and his upper body was sucked into the coffin with a white hand stretched out from the coffin and grabbed his throat hard.

Sheng Lingyuan was completely as if Xuan Ji did not exist, his voice was pressing into his throat, hoarse and harsh, like blood-stained iron pieces rubbing against each other. He asked word by word: "Who, open, coffin?"

The goatee twitched and struggled, his face was congested and black, and a dangerous sound came from his neck. Xuan Ji suspected that the devil was going to twist his head with his bare hands, and hurriedly rushed forward and grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's wrist: "Let go, you are going to strangle him to death!"

However, when he touched Sheng Lingyuan's hand, Xuan Ji was shocked again. This hand... is different from the human demons in Chiyuan Hospital. It actually has body temperature and pulse, and it seems to have a low fever and a little hot!

He couldn't help but shook his mind. At this moment, a harsh ringtone rang, and the effect of thunder echoed in the cave. Sheng Lingyuan might have been exhausted. Xuan Ji pressed the pulse door hard, and his hands finally loosened. He fell into the coffin softly. Xuan Ji dangerously grabbed the goatee while fumbled on his body to search for his phone.

His mobile phone has been out of signal since he entered this ghost place. Otherwise, he would have been blown up by Luo Cuicui and his group of people. He was mute for a long time. He didn't know how to figure it out, but he actually had two signals intently.

Caller ID is Xiao Zheng—

Xiao Zheng was almost choked with a heart attack by Luo Cuicui, who was reported to the death, at the conference table of the Penglai Conference.

Xuan Ji sometimes has no idea. He knows that the two of them just met yesterday. However, as the commander of the former special forces, Xiao Zheng never doubted the strength of this "temporary worker". Who knew that this product that kept "wiping their butts" for them actually lost its chain at this time.

There were 108 mouths in his ears that were asking him for guilt, which was as noisy as a flower and bird market, and Luo Cuicui sobbed and cried on the phone.

Grandma Yu next to her obviously felt something, and her eyes flashed: "What's wrong, is there anything important in the bureau?"

Luo Cuicui blew her nose and gave a bad idea: "Director Xuan has entered. What do we know about our logistics team? You have to ask us for support! The local branch office has been quarantined. What about the special local snake in Dongchuan? No matter what it is, you have to hurry up and find someone to save us!"

The local snake in Dongchuan is Yuede Gong. This former Qing Dynasty old man dressed up like an unearthed zombie. He was watching them laugh at half a conference table with a triangle hanging from his eyes.

Xiao Zheng couldn't bear it anymore, so he stood up and rushed into the bathroom with everyone's meaningful eyes. He crawled into the small compartment, pulled out four soundproof and anti-revealing talismans from his wallet, and stuck them to the four walls. He first comforted the aftermath waste, and then contacted the special forces to provide reinforcements nearby - he instructed the "sent the most elite" three times.

After communicating, he was exhausted, and he felt internal and external troubles and was under great pressure. In order to relieve his anxiety, Xiao Zheng began to unconsciously dial Xuan Ji's phone number. Unexpectedly, when the eighth or ninth channel was dialed, the phone number was actually connected.

So both the callers and the answerers were surprised. As soon as they were connected, the two of them almost spoke in unison.

Xuan Ji: "What's the situation?"

Xiao Zheng: "What's going on?"

"I'll ask you what's going on!" Xiao Zheng stood up from the toilet, his voice pressed into his throat, and he sprayed out like a machine gun, "Do you want to piss me off to death or to piss me off? What the hell are you doing? Where are you now?"

"Don't mention it, it's hard to say, uh...I might be in a grave now." Xuan Ji looked down at the bronze coffin and the shocking stone platform under the coffin. His eyes swept across Sheng Lingyuan and saw the man lying on the coffin with weak breath, his long hair like a water plant and his wool, wet... like a beautiful ghost who had just finished his possession and had not had time to get used to his body.

Xuan Ji was dazzled by the ghost, and suddenly stopped talking nonsense to his superiors: "This grave is a bit special, there is a coffin inside..."

How fresh is it? Don’t put coffins in the grave, do you need to put a steamer?

Xiao Zheng was already angry, but after hearing these lies, he suddenly became smoked: "Then you'll just lie in it, don't come out again!"

"No, listen to me, things are a bit complicated," Director Xiao almost yelled at the phone loudspeaker, and finally called back Xuan Ji's soul. He forced his eyes off Sheng Lingyuan. "There is a military district mirror flower water moon butterfly in this grave. I just chased me through eight streets... I'm fine now. I don't know any deworming device near the coffin. Anyway, butterflies dare not come over. This bronze coffin is placed on a stone altar. There are many magic arrays around it, and the magic arrays are not understood. But what about the magic arrays around the coffin... Anyway, you know, either soul restraint or seal, it is definitely not a requiem. The coffin has been opened recently, and it is now empty. The magic arrays around it were written in paint. The original magic arrays have been destroyed by the sacrificial text. The suspects of tomb robbers may be in my hands now, so wait."

Xuan Ji held up the phone and walked carefully between the big demon and the goatee, separating them with himself. He faced Sheng Lingyuan sideways to ensure that when the demon was in trouble, he could react immediately. Then he turned on the hands-free and stepped on the key part of the goatee: "I see if you dare to pretend to be dizzy for me again!"

The goat's eyes rolled halfway, and came back again. He faced Xuan Ji's tall bird man image, and sobbed in fear.

"Why are you crying? Do you have the green face and fangs of your grandfather?" Xuan Ji said angrily, "You guys dare to dig up graves, and they even dug them into a mass pit. I'm so fucking convinced."

The goatee's voice shivered like a wavy line: "I, I, I am not, I never do such unethical things as digging graves. Yes, it's Laolang, it's Laolang and their group that insisted on forcing me..."

Xuan Ji: "Who is Lao Lang?"

"Lao Lang is, it's Ji Qingchen! Lao Lang's real name is Ji Qingchen!" The goatee twisted his butt on the ground, trying to get rid of Xuan Ji's feet, "It's all him! I don't know anything! Ah! Great Immortal, Great Immortal..."

Halfway through the goat's talk, he didn't know what he saw, but suddenly broke the sound and rubbed his butt on the ground, and shrank back desperately. Xuan Ji saw Sheng Lingyuan in the coffin sitting up, and his eyes were directly hit by the goat's beard.

After hearing this distorted scream, Xiao Zheng asked Xuan Ji for no reason: "What's wrong with him? He has to fight for a while before he can beat him. I'll get the answer first."

"It's not me, it's..." Xuan Ji paused. For a moment, a strong resistance suddenly surged in his heart, and directly sealed his throat, preventing him from revealing Sheng Lingyuan's existence to others.

Xuan Ji bit his tongue lightly and said to himself: It must be the devil's mental attack again.

The devil's mental attacks are simply omnipresent, and he will be influenced by him if he is not careful. Bi Chunsheng's language is completely at the kindergarten level compared to him. No wonder the legendary demons are all sorceresses.

Xuan Ji quickly restrained his thoughts, focused his attention, blocked Sheng Lingyuan's vision, and asked Goatwatch: "You and Ji Qingchen, what did you do last time you came here?"

"Look for...find a little black can..."

Xiao Zheng heard it over the phone and immediately asked: "What is the 'little black jar'?"

I don't know if the devil gave him any hint, but even though Xuan Ji was in the middle, the goatee was still extremely frightened. He caught a glimpse of Sheng Lingyuan's long hair hanging on the bronze coffin, and was frightened and asked and answered incoherently.

"Xiao, the little black jar is their treasure, and it is full of 'good things', and it is dug out of the ground... They said that one jar is a 'curse' and the other jar is a 'resolving mantra'. First, put a mantra on the suckers, let them get evil, and then pat the mantra on the Renyin Hall, and pack it, and get it! How much does it cost to give it? Lao Lang said, tell me... This, I will make money quickly, I advised him, I said this is too immoral, but he doesn't listen to me..."

Although he was confused, Xiao Zheng and Xuan Ji both understood it - similar to what Luo Cuicui guessed on the plane. Ji Qingchen had a prop in his hand that could cause symptoms similar to "being possessed evil", and also had the corresponding "anti-drug", which would cure the "disease".

They prescribed drugs to the victim themselves and then solved them themselves, making the victims go around.

Xuan Ji: "Where did that thing - the so-called 'little black jar' come from? Is it only Ji Qingchen used it?"

"I used to be black, I bought it from the black market, and they all used it..."

Xiao Zheng narrowed his eyes gently: "Who are they?"

"Masters...masters use it! Otherwise, there will be no such many customers...even Master Zhen, Master Yuede and his subordinates use it!"

Even with soundproof notes, Xiao Zheng lowered his voice: "Who did you say? Say it again!"

Goatbeard was so scared that he was already crazy. He was trembling and shouting at the top of his throat: "Master Yuede and the others do such things, I know! Master Yuede has 800 disciples, and every year, everyone has to report any achievements to his master. Master who cannot report it said that you are not diligent in your practice. You must be fired!"

Xuan Ji felt pain in his heart: "What? They have done this job, but they can't escape the 'kpi'?"

Xiao Zheng: "Shut up!"

The goatee's upper and lower teeth were shaking violently.

Xiao Zheng slowed down his speech and said almost word by word: "So, what you mean is that because the weather in the precious place is good, all kinds of monsters and monsters are in peace. The disciples of Yuede Gong cannot complete the master's "demon-slaying and demon-eliminating indicators" every year, so they "create and create" some monsters and monsters to settle?"

No wonder the old zombie jumped up and down desperately. He must have known that the bearded Ji Qingchen was inseparable from his disciples and grandsons. He wanted to use the basket of the different control bureau to cover up his unwiped butt!

At this time, Sheng Lingyuan in the coffin sneered softly.

Xiao Zheng thought it was Xuan Ji and squirted: "Why are you laughing at? You are not sarcastic and sarcastic next to you, and settle the score with you later!"

Xuan Ji: "..."

What a big pot.

"Lao Lang... Lao Lang was obsessed with the ghosts before, and he didn't know where to get a relationship. He got a small black can, saying that he made money... He made money, I... I just helped him with some favors and got some fractions... Really! It's nothing for me!"

"Stop talking nonsense," Xuan Ji kicked him, "Then what's going on with this thief hole?"

The goat beard's eyes were circling, and the vitality of this person was like a cockroach. He was so scared that his soul and seven spirits flew around. After a while, he seemed to be a little adapted and began to make lies again. He was also a talented person.

At this moment, Sheng Lingyuan took a breath, stood up on the edge of the bronze coffin, and walked out.

As soon as the goat beard came to his eyes, he was almost immediately overwhelmed by huge fear, and he wanted to put it under Xuan Ji's feet on the spot: "I say! I'll hand it over... hand it over, hand it over! Don't come over!"

"At first, he used up the curse in the small black jar he got. He tasted the sweetness and wanted to find someone to do it. Later, he found a way. Well, it seemed like... the closed disciple of Master Yuede. Lao Langguang spent tens of thousands of yuan to invite someone to dinner, begging grandpa and even his mother to pick up the pimp, but he just couldn't get something. Lao Lang was so anxious that he scratched his ears and his cheeks. Later, there was a little girl who was sleeping with someone, saying that the old man was drunk and said that their 'thing' was dug from the ground, and now there was no more. They all robbed them very much... Lao Lang was obsessed with it, so he asked her to dig it out..."

The goatee said a long line of words like a penis, which made Xuan Ji understand: "Then you were so brave that you ran to the address she had drawn to rob the tomb, trying to dig a 'little black jar' from here, but ended up digging a mass pit?"

Goatee: "We...we are...we don't know..."

Xiao Zheng: "What kind of mass grudge?"

"I'll explain it to you later," Xuan Ji squatted down and grabbed the collar of the goatee, "Who applied these paints on the ground?"

The goatee's face was a little distorted under the glimmer of light on the mobile phone screen: "It was also Lao Lang... Lao Lang got it from nowhere... He said this was amulet. If there was something underground, it was prepared for any reason... We hired a group of 'tutors', and... it was the tomb robbers, took the map stolen by the woman, dug up all the way here, and saw this..."

He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the bronze coffin.

Sheng Lingyuan might be cold, his hands were so cold that they turned blue, and his fingers gently swept across the lines on the bronze coffin. He was out of sight, his expression was cold and empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"When those tomb robbers saw the coffin, they were crazy like taking medicine. An old guy told them not to move things here because he looked at the place with gloomy and thought that Feng Shui was wrong. He said that burying it in such a place would definitely lead to death, and he would have to be reborn forever... The old guy also said that the coffin was surrounded by water on all sides, and the spell carved on the stone platform was harsh. Although I don't know what it meant, it looked like a suppression of evil spirits... But they didn't listen. Some people said that this bronze coffin looked like an old object from the period of the melee of Jiuzhou. It has been thousands of years, and the earth's crust has been moved several times, and the Feng Shui has also changed. The coffin is so well preserved that there must be treasures inside..."

If a group of people quarrels, they will definitely win more money and shamelessly.

Xuan Ji: "So you opened the coffin?"

"No, no, no! It's not 'we', it's them! They! I told them not to open it!" Goathu denied, "Lao Lang said to draw the 'amu' first to ask for peace of mind. They would draw that...that thing on the stone platform, and then burn incense and kowtow to the coffin..."

Xuan Ji was speechless: "You are quite particular about the sense of ritual. Why, digging graves in a civilized way?"

The goatee raised his head, his eyes reflected the light of his cell phone, and it looked like a ghost fire: "When they opened the coffin, only I and the old tomb robbers did not dare to go over. The group of people worked together to pry open the lid, and a strange fragrance of flowers rushed out of the coffin, and I saw...there was a...a corpse inside..."

Xuan Ji: "What if it is?"

Can a coffin be so big that it can be a dog without pretending to be an individual?

"A...man..." Goathu swallowed with difficulty and hissed, "It's not a bone! It's not a mummy! It's not a rotten body. It's like he's asleep... all limbs... nailed to the coffin with long nails..."

When Xuan Ji heard a "cry", Sheng Lingyuan stood up with a expressionless face and pressed the bronze coffin into a concave.

"The old tomb robber knelt down on the spot... But those people seemed to be insane, calling out 'baby', and all rushed up, even pulling the nails on the body... Because of the conflict between robbing things, one of the tomb robbers suddenly took out a knife and stabbed his accomplices to death on the spot... The blood flowed all the coffin... But... But I clearly saw that there was nothing in the coffin except the corpse!"

The condensed water droplets rolled down the cold mountain wall, and fell into the pool with a "tick" sound, and the thin ripples rolled out, and a coolness rose from Xuan Ji's exposed back.
To be continued...