1128. Lying in a Coffin and Changing the Environment 1
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Yang Zimei couldn't help but spit it out, and then waited for the change to appear!
To her disappointment, there was no change, not even a bubble!
Xiao Qian and others originally waited with the intention of seeing a miracle, but in the end they saw nothing. The feeling was the same as when everyone jumped into the pool of blood with the intention of jumping into the abyss, only to find that it was just a shallow pit.
mood.
"Haha! Sister, you are defeated!"
Xiao Qian reacted, clapped her hands and laughed, "Your spit is useless, Grandpa Huo, you spit too!"
Huo Wenhua spat into the bloody water.
The clone ghost also vomited.
As a result, two big bubbles emerged.
"Is this blatant discrimination against me?"
Yang Zimei rolled his eyes, punched his dantian again, and spit hard into the blood pool.
There is still no change, even Xiaopao can't bear one.
Damn, this is really discriminatory!
Yang Zimei couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
"Let's go back!"
Yang Zimei turned around and said, "I guess there will be nothing more."
"All right!"
Xiaoqian and others followed her and walked back a few steps when they suddenly heard a loud noise in the blood pool, which scared everyone and turned around in a hurry.
It looked like two bombs had been dropped into the blood pool, splashing countless blood.
The blood suddenly dried up, revealing the bottom of the pool.
Everyone blinked.
"My intuition tells me that this is caused by my sister's spit!"
Xiao Qian shouted.
Yang Zimei returned to the blood pool.
The bottom of the pool became clearer, and there was actually a dragon carved on it.
This dragon has a similar shape to the dragon on the jade table before. It also has a sword stuck in its tail, and the wound is bleeding continuously.
And this blood is the source of the blood water in the blood pool.
So that’s it!
Yang Zimei didn't even think about it this time. He bit his finger and let a drop of blood drip down.
The blood dripped, the sword disappeared, the dragon's tail swung a few times, the pained expression disappeared, and it closed its eyes quietly in a sleeping posture.
Yang Zimei walked down and reached out to touch its face.
The dragon gradually disappeared under her fingers...
The stone wall above the head suddenly opened slowly, and an iron chain ladder fell down.
Yang Zimei climbed up, followed by Xiao Qian and others. There was also a palace room above, with a cyan jade coffin in the center.
There is no decoration, it just sits there quietly.
I have seen red and black coffins, but Yang Zimei has never seen cyan coffins. Of course, I have never seen a coffin made of jade. It is simply a luxury version.
Yang Zimei looked with his heavenly eyes.
There is no resentment of the soul on the coffin, and it may be empty inside.
She walked over and carefully pushed open the coffin lid...
There really were no bones inside, just a set of clothes.
This outfit is actually modern white casual clothes, and it looks very familiar.
"Sister, isn't this the style you like to wear?"
Xiao Qian said from the side.
Yes, it’s the style I like to wear.
Yang Zimei reached out in confusion to take out the clothes.
Who knows, the clothes may be too old and look fine on the surface, but as soon as you reach out and touch them, they turn into ashes.
Yang Zimei regretted so much that her intestines turned green.
She pushed aside the ashes of the clothes to see if there was anything underneath.
The bottom is empty, and there are no patterns or anything on the bottom of the coffin.
"Sister, the clothes that fell off just now should be yours, right? Who is so hateful that they put your clothes in the coffin and curse you to death?"