Chapter 155 The Merit of Grabbing the Sealed Coffin? Mo Dao and Long Dao
Chapter 155: Stealing the power of sealing the coffin? Mo Dao, Chang Dao Ye
Author: Carrot to Heaven
final.
The coffin is still not ready.
Because the spell was cast too hard, Yan Jiu's fingers twitched slightly, and she looked silently at the red thread that seemed to be born to restrain her.
I don’t know what Wu Jiu did.
Even she couldn't open it.
Yan Jiu originally wanted to open the coffin.
She just wanted to touch Tu Lanyi's bones to see if the tomb owner was her senior brother.
Now that I think about it, it probably isn't.
No matter how different this world is from her previous life, the timeline cannot be that different.
Besides, there was no way she could have a sister-in-law who looked exactly like an ancient woman!
There's another thing that's strange.
Why did Wu Jiu, who almost became her sister-in-law, say she could rest now that she was here?
I always feel like there is a big hole!
Lang Zongyi looked at the coffin, which was very attractive to him, and it took him a long time to calm down.
Then I noticed that Yan Jiu’s face was colorful.
Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and said, "You seem to be very sorry that you can't open it?"
Yan Jiu shook his head and said: "I am even more regretful that I cannot be sure whether my senior brother is here."
This was not the first time that Lang Zongyi heard the word "senior brother" from Yan Jiu. He didn't quite understand that after investigation by the special unit, Yan Jiu had been an orphan that no one cared about for the past eighteen years.
Where did this senior brother come from?
now.
Lang Zongyi thought of the problem that he had always ignored.
Who taught Yan Jiu the all-powerful mystical arts?
He thought this way and asked this question.
Yan Jiu looked at Lang Zongyi: "Master."
Lang Zongyi: "..." What a nonsense statement.
Yan Jiu couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.
She thought she could find her senior brother with the "Northwestern Archaeological Pass", but the reality gave her a big surprise.
Yan Jiu has never been so frustrated.
It was as if the whole world was against her, making it impossible for her to reunite with her master and senior brother easily.
Lang Zongyi heard Yan Jiu mutter: "Perhaps, you can draw... describe their appearance. The Special Bureau has special files for investigation."
Half the story.
He thought of Yan Jiu's unique painting style.
Then he changed his words.
Yan Jiu, who had been fighting alone all this time, his eyes lit up: "Why didn't I think of that!"
She picked up branches from the ground.
Describing and drawing at the same time: "My master is very thin and always smiling. My senior brother..."
The stick figure is half drawn.
Yan Jiu cursed secretly in her heart.
Damn it.
If she could know what her senior brother looked like now, would she need help from others to find him?
Lang Zongyi said sincerely: "It's hard for you."
Yan Jiu got off the donkey on the spot: "I'm really in trouble, so can you let me touch..."
Lang Zongyi directly refused: "No."
Yan Jiu didn't understand: "Why?"
Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and said nothing.
There was an indelible shadow in his heart.
That is, when he was young, he overheard that he was an evil ghost and might harm his family. Therefore, he could neither see nor hear the appearance of his face or bones.
Yan Jiu didn't know what Lang Zongyi was thinking.
But she didn't ask further.
As a human being, there are things that are difficult to express.
At worst, she will continue to look for opportunities to strike.
She also has no "newest senior candidate" around her.
After silence.
Yan Jiu looked at the coffin and said with a shy face: "The coffin is sealed tightly now. Wu Jiu is gone. We can't commend her. Who gets the credit?"
Lang Zongyi: "..." Just say you want to take credit.
Yan Jiu understood Lang Zongyi's eyes and raised her hands excitedly: "Report, I want to take credit."
Having said that, I have never seen Lang Zongyi, a shameless person like Yan Jiu, so helpless.
He nodded.
Afterwards, I found that he seemed to be more and more compromising and more and more indulgent towards Yan Jiu.
This is inappropriate.
Lang Zongyi strictly restrained himself in his heart and secretly decided not to do this next time.
In order to be more convincing, Yan Jiu, who succeeded in grabbing the credit, symbolically drew a talisman on the coffin.
Yan Jiu said seriously: "I guarantee that no one can open it."
Lang Zongyi breathed a sigh of relief.
He rubbed his temples.
After seeing the coffin, he always had the worry that sooner or later he would have to lie down in this coffin.
Now.
The coffin is so tightly sealed.
The worries can finally be dispelled...right?
Yan Jiu was thinking about the relationship between Tu Lanyi and Wu Jiu. Such two people who were destined to have no relationship could actually have such a big relationship. Desperate to discover the story, she transformed into a treasure hunter and turned over the two-story ancient tomb.
Bottom up.
at last.
Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi returned to their original place.
There is nothing in this layer except soil.
Yan Jiu exclaimed: "Is Tu Lanyi so poor? Then there is nothing valuable in the big tomb."
Lang Zongyi said: "Even if there is, I still have to hand it over."
Yan Jiu, who was already on the verge of breaking the law, covered her ears: "I know, stop reading it, Mama Lang."
Someone who likes to be a mother: "..."
The two returned to the ground floor again.
The earthquake seemed to have happened just now.
Yan Jiu looked at the ancient tomb which was nothing but dirt: "It's the archaeologist's turn to cry this time."
Lang Zongyi rarely agreed.
Then contact someone from the Special Bureau.
There are still many things for them to deal with in the future.
Yan Jiu was tired from shopping and didn't want to move anymore. She wanted to get out of the ancient tomb and find a place to rest.
The moment you step out of the ancient tomb.
The pale golden formation suddenly lit up.
Yan Jiu watched helplessly as her soul was shaken out of her body, and watched as Lang Zongyi caught her falling body.
Yan Jiu, who knew without even thinking that it was Wu Jiu who was responsible, silently raised his middle finger towards the depths of the ancient tomb.
Then.
Yan Jiu saw another style of the ancient tomb.
There is a barrier to the eyes on the tomb wall.
There are countless souls sealed in the formation, and without exception, they were all guilty of evil and serious crimes during their lives.
and.
Their souls are all entangled with the owner of the tomb. They are from the same era as Turan, and there is no one else who has entanglement with Turan except the bunch of sycophants.
It's just that Wu Jiu's blinding method can blind other people's eyes, but it can't scare these souls.
so.
What scares these old guys?
After Yan Jiu made sure that her body was fine, she followed the horror of the soul on the tomb wall and returned to the underground.
The black wooden coffin hung motionless in mid-air.
If it weren't for the shining red line on it, she would have thought she had found the wrong coffin.
Otherwise, if she didn't notice the coffin as a threat in her human body, why would she feel the threat when she looked at it in her soul body?
Yan Jiu searched around carefully.
Only then did she realize that it was not the coffin that threatened her, but a long knife hidden under the coffin.
It was a sword that was seven feet long, with a blade three feet long and a handle four feet long.
Yan Jiu just touched her lightly.
The soul is burned.
Yan Jiu looked at the smoking hand and became excited as if she didn't notice the pain, and wanted to take out the knife.
I thought it would be difficult to get the knife.
Unexpectedly, it was as easy as brushing off dust.
Yan Jiu held the sword that was as high as hers in her hand and did not let go even though her soul was being burned.
She held the handle of the knife in one hand.
Hold the scabbard in one hand.
Spread your arms.
The sword blade, which had not seen blood for a long time, was revealed again.
I saw that the blade was long and narrow, thin and sharp, and as bright as a mirror, with a chill permeating it.
There is an ancient Chinese saying - "Mo Dao is also a long sword."
The horse-killing sword was hailed as the tyrant among swords by later generations.
Yan Jiu looked at the coffin and guessed that the knife was Tu Lanyi's accompanying weapon.
In addition to tens of thousands of witches and sorcerers, this sword is also stained with the blood of countless enemy people.
so.
Only monsters and monsters will die if touched.
Yan Jiu didn't know why.
I don't want this knife to be placed in a museum.
then.
She did not hesitate to take the sword as her own and receive it into the system space.
The next moment.
Without the pressure of the deterrent, the souls in the tomb wall were frantically trying to escape.
