When Zhou Zijing started, Wu Dazhi stepped forward and looked at the mirror. It did look familiar. Suddenly, he finally remembered where he had seen that mirror. It turned out that the mirror was none other than the one they had seen in Xianxian before.
The mirror seen in the boudoir.
After a lot of effort, Zhou Zijing finally took off the mirror. While stroking the mirror, he said to himself:
"Let's come here. After all, we are destined to be together with Princess Xianxian. We can't just leave, right? Bring some souvenirs back. I don't think she will say anything. If she were alive, she might still be in trouble.
Give us something!"
Although Zhou Zijing's words were not quite right, Wu Dazhi didn't stop him too much. They had gone through so much, and they needed some spiritual and material compensation.
Taking the mirror, Zhou Zijing clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Okay, I'm satisfied. Let's leave quickly. This place is evil. If we stay here for a long time, there might be some trouble!"
Wu Dazhi and Chu Yu nodded, but their luck was really unlucky. Before they had walked a few steps, there was suddenly another rustling sound around them.
"What's going on?" Zhou Zijing asked with trembling eyes while holding the mirror.
Chu Yu pointed her finger at the ground with a look of horror. Wu Dazhi looked in the direction of her finger and almost fell to the ground in fright.
The pottery figurines, who were quiet and well-behaved before, now don't know what kind of stimulation they received. They opened their mouths wide and began to "pant".
The three of them were scared to death and didn't know what to do. They were afraid that what they had done would make these little pottery figurines angry and they would eat them alive.
Slowly retreating, their retreat was finally cut off by the black jade coffin. Perhaps because they had support behind them, Zhou Zijing let out a long sigh of relief, but before he could breathe smoothly, the three people's tense nerves almost collapsed.
the edge of.
There seemed to be some movement in the black jade coffin behind him, but the movement was not very obvious under the "whooshing" sound of the pottery figurines.
Even the three of them thought they were hallucinating at the same time, but the luck in their hearts did not last long. The loud banging sound behind them ruthlessly told them that the things in the black jade coffin began to come to life.
Every loud bang was like a knock on the hearts of Wu Dazhi and the three of them. None of them dared to look back, as if they were afraid of seeing a grinning zombie standing behind them.
"Dazhi, you said that the immortal in the black jade coffin has been sleeping well. Why is she convulsing now and why is she awake? Is it because she is hungry and wants to get up to find something to eat?"
Zhou Zijing tried his best to speak in a calm voice, but the obvious vibrato told him that his pretending to be calm was not successful at all.
"How do I know!" Wu Dazhi said angrily. This was the first time he encountered this situation: "Does the immortal have to have regular activities every once in a while?"
At this moment, Wu Dazhi finally understood why they used a black jade coffin. This thing is high in hardness, resistant to collisions, and strong enough.
But something strong cannot always be broken. Moreover, if the corpse of the immortal inside is really transformed into a corpse, it will be extremely powerful, even if it is black jade, it will be revealed in no time.
"Mirror!" Just when Wu Dazhi couldn't figure out what they had touched that made the immortals in the coffin unhappy, Chu Yu suddenly said:
"Brother Fatty, you must have caused trouble by taking away the mirror just now! That mirror is definitely not the mirror we saw before. If I guess correctly, it is a corpse-killing mirror, specially designed to deal with corpses that have already mutated.
dead man!"
When Wu Dazhi heard Chu Yu's words, he kicked Zhou Zijing in the butt: "Ma Liu, please send me that mirror back quickly, or you can stay with her by yourself!"
Zhou Zijing was also panicking at this time. He just wanted to take some good things back, but who would have thought that he would cause such a big trouble. However, it is easy to take this thing off, but it is difficult to send it back. Just when he was at his wits' end, the black jade coffin was revealed.
There has obviously been a change.
Under the violent impacts, the coffin lid had two obvious cracks. It seemed that it would not take long for the contents inside to escape from the coffin.
Although he knew that what was locked inside was Xianxian, an innocent and lovely little princess, Wu Dazhi could not guarantee whether she could still retain her original innocence and loveliness after such a long time and with resentment in her heart.
The scene in front of him completely made Zhou Zijing's face turn green. He ignored his fear and hurriedly walked to the black jade coffin, where he had been picking out the mirror just now.
God has eyes. There is a groove there, but God's eyes seem to be in the opposite eye. Because Zhou Zijing used too much force just now, the groove has been deformed. It is basically impossible to put the mirror back now.
Something happened.
Zhou Zijing was too embarrassed to tell the truth. If the truth were told, he would definitely die. Either he would be killed by the things in the coffin, or he would be killed by Wu Dazhi in a rage. Anyway, it would not be a good ending.
"Damn fat man, put it back quickly. If it's too late, the three of us will become jerky!" Wu Dazhi saw Zhou Zijing dilly-dallying and became furious. It's a pity that he can't attack Zhou Zijing now.
When Zhou Zijing saw that Wu Dazhi was really anxious, he would use all kinds of tricks regardless of the situation. In his desperation, he spat on the mirror and then glued it to the groove.
Wu Dazhi realized that Zhou Zijing was wrong, and walked over to take a look, only to find that the mirror could no longer be installed. Looking at Zhou Zijing's actions just now, he couldn't help it any longer, grabbed the mirror, and kicked Zhou Zijing:
"You're a bastard, you can cause trouble. Do you think your saliva is super glue? Can it stick to it?!"
Chu Yu stood aside, anxious tears almost fell. At this time, the cracks in the black jade coffin were different from before, and the long and pale arms were exposed straight out.
Zhou Zijing, who has had countless experiences with women, is certain that this is definitely the hand of a woman.
"Chewing gum! Is there any chewing gum?" In desperation, Wu Dazhi was able to think of something sticky like this.
Not to mention, Chu Yu's backpack was like a treasure chest, and there was actually chewing gum. She hurriedly took it out and gave two to each person.
Zhou Zijing was a big man, so he ordered two more gums, and chewed them randomly when he put them in his mouth. He was short of time, and although the stickiness of the chewing gum did not exert its full effect, it was at least a little sticky.
Click, click, click, the black jade coffin lid made another sound, and Xianxian's other arm stretched out. Wu Dazhi really wanted to die, so he didn't care about anything, and randomly used chewing gum to stick the mirror to the groove.
As soon as the mirror was put back in its place, the person in the black jade coffin seemed to feel something. Although the pale arm did not stretch back, it seemed that it had no intention of continuing to stretch out.
The three people breathed a long sigh of relief, but the matter was not over yet. After all, using chewing gum was not a long-term thing, and there was no guarantee that the mirror would fall down at any time.