Just when Rong Xiyue was confused, Qingliu spoke slowly and in a very low tone.
"The person buried here is the ancestor of Qingmen."
Qingliu said this, paused for a moment, and then continued. "Miss Ancestor is the first generation Miss Qingmen of Qingmen. She is equivalent to the status of the Elf Saint in your Elf clan. In Qingmen,
It is very noble.”
Rong Xiyue nodded and signaled Qingliu to continue speaking.
"Every Miss Qingmen should be looking for a husband, but Miss Ancestor was deceived by a man and never married. She is very miserable."
Qingliu seemed unwilling to say too much. He only said this much, but did not say more. Instead, he added something later, "Everything about this tomb and everything about Qingmen now, every day."
The habit of offering sacrifices once every thirty years is all related to this ancestor lady."
Rong Xiyue remained silent. She originally wanted to ask more about this ancestral lady, but looking at Qingliu's expression, she looked a little sad. She thought that this might be something involving their Qingmen internal affairs, so she didn't.
If he continued to ask more questions, he would wait for Qingliu to sort out all his emotions before telling him what was going to happen next.
After Qingliu said this, he fell silent again, as if he was immersed in his own thoughts and couldn't leave at all.
Rong Xiyue had no choice but to look at each other with those banshees. In the end, she had no choice but to wait for Qingliu to react.
"One of the ways to open this coffin is to kill them all. However, if you open it forcefully, there will eventually be two mechanisms in the coffin that need to be cracked. Therefore, it is not a very good method. Opening it by force is not a good method.
The second way to make this coffin is to use my blood to pour it on top of the coffin."
The second method sounds very simple, but I am afraid that I have never thought of it before, especially since it is estimated that not everyone's blood is useful. I am afraid that only the blood of Qingmen people is useful for this coffin.
As Qingliu spoke, he stepped forward and was about to pour his own blood on it. The blood he poured does not have to be blood from his heart. As long as it is the blood of Qingmen people, it can be opened but not activated.
The mechanism inside this coffin.
Rong Xiyue watched Qingliu's movements from the side, waiting for Qingliu to open the coffin, and she couldn't help feeling nervous in her heart.
I don’t know how elegant this young lady Qingliu is.
After the blood fell on the coffin, it formed a small totem on the coffin lid, and then began to spread along the edge of the coffin.
Rong Xiyue watched the blood spread and estimated that when the blood circled around the coffin lid, the lid should be able to be opened.
Today, this Qing has really shed enough blood!
The banshees were all waiting quietly beside the coffin, their beautiful faces more or less looking serious, heavy, and solemn.
After all, the person lying in the coffin is not an ordinary person to them, but a very important person to them.
"Crack-"
Sure enough, when the blood circled around the coffin lid, it made a very slight sound, like the sound of some mechanism being opened, but when you looked at the coffin like this, you couldn't see anything.
The thing was opened, but it was true that the coffin, which originally had no gaps, now had a circle of gaps on the far side.
Following this gap, you can probably open the coffin.
And Rong Xiyue thought so too.
Qingliu's movements were so numb that after the blood circled around in a circle, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed down the coffin lid, and the lid suddenly bounced upwards.
A burst of white light suddenly appeared, like a beautiful bright magic element, making people couldn't help but squint their eyes slightly.
When the light dissipated, Rong Xiyue and Qingliu lowered their heads and looked inside the coffin. When they saw it, they saw a woman wearing a white tulle embroidered dress.
She was still wearing a white gauze on her head, and her face was quiet and beautiful, as if she had fallen asleep.
Rong Xiyue looked at this woman and couldn't help but marvel at her quiet and beautiful appearance, and the stunningly beautiful embroidered white gauze dress she wore.
It looks like a modern white wedding dress, even the veil is completely matched, and the woman's hands are also wearing a pair of gloves that look like white lace.
If this place wasn't modern, Rong Xiyue would have suspected that this was just a bride who was a little tired and fell asleep to rest.
"This is Miss Ancestor."
Qingliu looked at the woman in the white gauze dress in the coffin. He couldn't use words to express his inner mood at this moment. He only felt that everything was wonderful. He didn't regret coming here and opening the coffin at all.
, although the process is really a bit of a headache.
"This look reminds me of something."
Rong Xiyue looked at the coffin, at the woman who looked like she was sleeping inside, and at the contents of the coffin.
Inside the coffin, a circle of flowers was placed around the woman. Apart from the flowers, there were no other excessive embellishments. There were no jewelry or other embellishments around the woman or on her body.
Except for the woman's hands folded in front of her body, she was holding something that looked like a magic wand. The main body of the wand was made of blue jade, and on it was dotted with milky white.
The gem exudes a faint and soft light, and this wand does not have too many embellishments. Apart from milky white and cyan, there are no other colors.
But it is precisely because of the simplicity and purity of this wand that when it is in the hands of the woman wearing a white dress, it looks particularly fresh, eye-catching, and beautiful.
"This should be the treasure of this ancestor's lady, and it is also the purpose of you and me opening this coffin."
Rong Xiyue looked at the wand and admired it sincerely, "It is very simple, but it is very suitable for the woman in the coffin. It is low-key and eye-catching."
Qingliu nodded, but he never reached out to take the wand in the woman's hand. Instead, he stared deeply at the woman in the coffin and said nothing for a moment.
Rong Xiyue wanted to reach out to pick up the magic wand in the coffin, but then she thought, this is the territory of the Qingmen, if anyone wants to take the wand, it must not be her, it should be Qingliu.