I have lived in Mohe since I was a child, and the temperature there is very low all year round. I have never seen this kind of reptile called a skink.
The smelly coffin liquid flowed less and less, and the Sun brothers looked at each other and nodded in tacit agreement.
The black coffin liquid flowed through the golden coffin board, and the yellow and black colors intertwined, which made people feel uncomfortable.
"Let's fix it, Third Brother, the gold coffin and the silver coffin are so awesome. I want to see what this boss looks like."
The third brother nodded, and the two of them got on the engineer shovel at the same time.
"The coffin board and the coffin are very tight, so you have to work hard!"
Then there was a harsh and unpleasant metal sound, and the golden coffin plates began to separate little by little from the innermost coffin under the pry of the engineering shovel.
It took a lot of effort.
The golden coffin fell off, finally revealing the coffin wrapped inside.
This coffin is completely black. Due to the good sealing of the outer gold coffin and silver coffin, the coffin itself is very well preserved, and the entire coffin has not collapsed or deformed at all.
The material for making this black coffin is dark wood. The boss is the rice seller in our gang. He has good eyesight and can recognize it at a glance. The boss said with a solemn expression: "If I'm not mistaken,
This is a gloomy coffin made of old locust wood."
"Gloomy Locust Tree?"
I swallowed my saliva and whispered, "No way, brother, it's not Jinsinnan gloomy wood? Why were coffins made of locust wood before?"
"Yunfeng, you are only half right. There are many kinds of golden trees. Not only golden nangan, but also red toon, green bar, cypress, hemp willow, yew, and mulberry. According to common sense, people think that golden
The dark locust wood is the rarest and most precious. Actually, this is not true. What is really rare is the dark locust wood. This kind of wood will not rot for thousands of years and will not be bitten by rats or insects."
"In addition, according to Feng Shui, locust wood is cool in nature and belongs to yin, so it is most suitable for preserving corpses."
Sister Hong also looked at the coffin and nodded, obviously agreeing with the boss.
There were five bronze coffin nails on this dark, gloomy wooden coffin. The third brother counted it twice and finally confirmed that it was indeed five coffin nails.
"Brother, do you want to pick up the nails?" The third child's face looked a little ugly.
"Get up! Open the coffin and make a fortune!"
However, just as the engineer's shovel hit the coffin nails, something happened.
The gloomy old locust wood coffin suddenly shook, and a muffled sound came from the coffin.
I thought I heard it wrong, and was about to ask Sister Hong next to me if she heard any noise from the coffin, but at this moment, the coffin shook again!
It wasn’t that I heard wrong, or that I saw wrong! This time I heard clearly.
There is clearly something alive in this coffin!
I was frightened, and involuntarily took a few steps back, trembling: "There is... there is something, there is something in the coffin!"
The Sun brothers quickly took two steps back, and the third son, with a pale face, said rudely: "Fuck, that's impossible! The sealing of the gold coffin and silver coffin is so good, how could something get in there!"
He meant that a mouse or something had gotten into the coffin.
"It's not Third Brother, maybe it's not a mouse..."
He immediately glared at me: "Don't talk about the unlucky Yunfeng! What's not a rat is a rat! Don't scare yourself!"
After being scolded, I became anxious and immediately blurted out: "Third Brother, let's run! What if it's a Zongzi Zombie!" After saying this, I felt a chill on my back and goosebumps all over my body.
"Damn it, what kind of rice dumplings are there? I have followed the king to many tombs, and there is no such thing at all. Yunfeng, don't be so surprised that you start talking nonsense!"
"Open! Open now!" After the third child finished speaking, he picked up the engineering shovel with a roar, stepped forward and aimed at the coffin nails.
We didn't dare to show our anger where we were, for fear of affecting him.
When the third coffin nail was removed, the third child came closer. He lay on the coffin lid and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
Two or three minutes later, he suddenly turned around and opened his eyes wide and said: "There... there seems to be breathing inside!"
At this time, I suddenly remembered the nightmare I had after I was in a coma. Thinking of the protagonist in the dream, I pointed at the coffin with trembling hands: "Third brother, please don't open it!"
