1106. Mucuna is the coffin and red nitric acid is the coffin
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Yang Zimei continued to dig forward, and actually dug a coffin.
This coffin is used as coffin, red nitrate is lying, lying quietly in the soil.
A kind of perennial wooden plant in Tochigi. It is a pure yang wood in Maoshan. It is produced in Shu. The wood is hard, but it is by no means a coffin ..
Chicken nitrate, a powder of a nitrogen, is yang in Maoshan, and the effect is better than cinnabar, but it is much more precious than cinnabar. Therefore, most of the folk law is replaced by cinnabar.
Then, then
Whether it is beakers or red nitrate, although it is an easy -to -use instrument in spells, it is not a good material for coffin.
Dead people are yin. These two materials are pure yang, just like Yin Xiang.
With these two materials as coffin, it is simply the firepower of the soul lying in it in the purgatory.
It is a very vagina!
These two materials are extremely expensive, which is equivalent to gold.
Only by offending the wealthy people will be punished by such a large cost.
"Sister, I actually found the eyes of the Flame Bureau!"
Xiao Qian said in surprise, "It's really not any effort to break the iron shoes. We have no effort. We just equal to sleepwalking, and finally returned here to find the eyes that should be found."
Yang Zimei nodded.
She asked Huo Wenhua and copied the ghost first, so as not to wait for the pure sun fire of this coffin to burn them.
They are now a person with yin, and they are in the same yang.
Huo Wenhua and the copy of the ghost climbed up.
The bodyguard above saw two Huo Wenhua who came up all at once, and took a breath in surprise, looked at each other, and didn't understand what happened.
And these two people look exactly the same, even their clothes.
The same is true of expression.
It's completely like copying.
"Mr. Huo ..."
A bodyguard boldly asked.
However, he didn't know which one was really Huo Wenhua, so he had to ask both of them, "Which is you? How can you be exactly the same?
Huo Wenhua doesn't hum.
If he speaks, copying the ghost will say the same words as him. This is very doubtful. It is better to be silent. Let these people speculate that the other is the same brother who looks exactly like him.
Anyway, they also know that he came here to find his brother.
After Huo Wenhua went up, Yang Zimei began to act.
She broke the formation of this coffin, and then pushed the coffin.
I pushed away slightly, and smelled a smell similar to burnt.
She hurriedly closed her sense of smell.
The coffin lid pushed away, and looked at it, almost nausea wanted to vomit.
I saw a corpse lying inside.
However, the corpse has long been burned into dry carbon, curled up in it, and it seemed to be disgusting.
A scorching soul struggled from the inside, kneeling in front of Yang Zimei, and three consecutive heads, "Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
Yang Zimei took a compassionate expression, looking at the soul that might have suffered the fire of purgatory for thousands of years in front of him. "I did not expect that after so many years, you have not been flying away!"
Jiao Hei's black face immediately appeared extremely resentful. He kneeling again in front of Yang Zimei again. "For so many years, I am not willing to hang my last breath! I can't get revenge! Master, you saved me, you saved me, you saved me, you saved me.