Chapter 24: Opening the Coffin

Given the inference of the double-layer structure of this tomb, I no longer find it strange that there is a door here. It must be that when we were talking just now, the room on this side also shifted up and down. Although I don't know the intention of the tomb owner to design it this way, I won't panic again. But the coffin inside scared me. This golden nanmu is a top-grade coffin material. For thousands of years, the size of the coffin has been determined by the size of the wood. This coffin is huge. It seems that the nanmu logs actually used to make the coffin are probably about the same thickness as the 32 golden nanmu used to make giant pillars in the Changling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty. This thing may be more valuable than a piece of silver. But how can such a valuable coffin be placed in the side chamber? It's so strange. If such a valuable coffin can only be placed in the side chamber , then the main tomb chamber must at least have a golden coffin. I feel more and more puzzled. The owner of this tomb has no rules at all. Not only did he mess up the Feng Shui position here, but he also set extremely clever traps everywhere, but he didn't take people's lives. I don't know what he wants to do. Tomb robbers will inevitably get itchy when they see a coffin, especially such a majestic one, there must be a lot of good things inside. I saw that the fat man's eyes were wide open, and I laughed: "Why, you don't even want to die when you see a coffin, why don't you go in and get a few things out first?" I was mocking him, but he didn't hear it, and said seriously: "Your uncle is very conscious. Now our main task is to find tools to break through the top of this damn tomb. Do n't be absent from work. Wait until we get the tools, and then come back to get a few things!" When I heard him blowing his nose and eyes, I also found it funny, and said: "When you come back, who knows if the door is still there. Maybe it will be turned over again." The fat man still wanted to get the funerary objects. He thought it made sense and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. At this time, Menyouping suddenly waved his hand to us and whispered: "Don't talk." Seeing his serious expression, we quickly covered our mouths. I don't know what happened. He pulled out an air gun and whispered: "This is not an ordinary coffin. This is a corpse-raising coffin." I didn't understand what he said, and looked at him in confusion, but he didn't want to explain any more. He just bent down and walked into the side room where the coffin was placed. The fat man wanted to maintain his image of high consciousness, but when he saw that Menyouping was honest and went to the coffin without any courtesy, he immediately recovered his low consciousness and hurriedly followed him in. I saw that the corridor was pitch black. It was too scary to stay outside alone. I didn't dare to neglect it and ran in. This small room was exactly the same as the one we came from. There were two giant python reliefs on the top of the treasure, and a spring in the middle. However, there were no porcelain burial objects, only a huge coffin placed three feet away from the wall. Menyouping drew out his saber and inserted it directly into the gap of the coffin. He slowly cut it, as if he was looking for some mechanism. The fat man thought he was going to open the coffin, and shouted: "Slow down, slow down, you are so honest at ordinary times, why do you look like you don't want to die when you see a coffin?" Then he took out a candle and ran to the corner to light it. When I saw it, I was furious and yelled, "We only have so much air, and you lit a candle, are you going to die?" The fat man said unhappily, "How much air can a candle burn ? At most, I, your fat uncle, will breathe less." As he said that, he started to use the windproof lighter in his hand. When the light came on, it suddenly illuminated something in the corner. The fat man, who was usually very brave, was also scared and sat down on the ground. When I saw him fall to the ground, I quickly turned on the flashlight and shrank back in fear. There was a shriveled dead cat squatting in the corner. It was very big, but it had become a mummy. Its two eye holes stared at the fat man. Most of the skin on its body had fallen off. Its jaw was open, revealing a row of fangs. It looked very uncomfortable. I was afraid of dead cats when I was young. When I was young, my family often dropped the wild cats caught stealing fish on the tree and let them rot. I was young at that time and didn't know what it was. As a result, one day when I was playing under the tree, a cat corpse with a rotten neck broke, and the cat's head fell into my hand. When I saw the fangs and eye holes, I was so scared that I wet my pants and didn't come back to my soul for several days. The fat man saw nothing but a cat corpse in front of him. He cursed and kicked it away, then lit a candle. He walked towards the coffin. I felt something was wrong. There was a cat corpse in the tomb. Aren't they afraid of the corpse rising? But there were too many unreasonable things in this place. I vaguely felt that it seemed that the owner of this tomb was deliberately doing things against the rules. Everything was done in the opposite way of the rules. What the tomb couldn't have, he put in. If this goes on, I don't know what will happen when I get to the main tomb. At this time, Menyouping had already found the eight-treasure exquisite lock of the coffin, took out the treasure box, and used the two hooks inside to hook the cracks in the coffin. With a click, the mechanism was broken, and at the same time, the entire coffin lid bounced up , and a stream of black water instantly gushed out. The fat man didn't care about being nauseous, and pushed open the coffin lid at once. He looked inside and screamed in fear: "Damn it, there are so many zongzi!"