"Tenth floor, Lao Jiu, what happened to you guys?"
Liu Shiba pondered secretly, but his eyes looked at the blood-colored coffin with white mist surrounding it.
I don’t know what kind of material the coffin is made of, and there are no gaps around it.
"Swish!"
Liu Shiba dragged his heavy steps and slowly stepped up the steps and stared at the blood-red coffin.
"Crack!"
Finally, Liu Shiba reached out his hand and slapped the coffin lid!
"Hey!"
Using dark strength, Liu Shiba pushed the coffin lid hard, but it had no effect at all.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push it open. There wasn't a single coffin nail on the coffin lid, but I couldn't find any gaps.
"What you see with your eyes may not be real, so at least you have to touch it yourself!"
This sentence is what Liu Yi taught Liu Shiba since he was a child.
"Everything is false!"
Liu Shiba stretched out a finger, pressed the edge of the coffin from bottom to top, and slowly slid it forward.
"Alas?"
This wiped away the problem. The edges of the coffin were not so precise, let alone a perfect fit.
"Has this place been opened?"
The coffin lid showed signs of being forcibly broken open.
There is some fine stone powder under the coffin lid of the joint. This blood-red coffin is actually carved from an unknown stone.
Liu Shiba held his breath and gave a soft drink, then pushed again, but it still didn't move at all.
The strength of the Sixth Grade Mojin Colonel is more than Qian Jun?
How heavy can a stone coffin lid be? Is it impossible to push it open?
Liu Shiba is a bit disbelieving, but he has to believe it!
Unless there is a vacuum inside?
This possibility is not impossible. In the vacuum state, all the air inside is sucked out, and the coffin lid is sucked from the inside. It is normal that it cannot be pushed open.
Therefore, the coffin lid must be broken to release the air inside before the coffin lid can be opened.
"There's something wrong with this place."
At this time, Samsara H, who had been dormant in the gold-touching order, quietly added a sentence that was neither yin nor yang.
When Liu Shiba heard this, his heart trembled and he said in surprise:
"How to say?"
The voice of reincarnation sounded:
"I feel that this coffin has no necessary connection with Old Jiu Qin Da and the others. There is no way they are in it. This coffin is a trap for you."
"A trap?"
Liu Shiba frowned, hesitating and not knowing what to do. At this moment, he recalled Cao Xiong and his grandfather Liu Yi.
How great would it be if they were still alive? Why worry about being poor?
"There is no one around, even if it is a trap, I have to step on it. Doesn't Jingse want me to take the initiative?"
Liu Shiba smiled self-deprecatingly.
"How? I estimate that Jingse wants your blood."
Samsara reminded Liu Shiba again.
"You have to give it a try! Otherwise, if you don't have any room, how about you let me break the deadlock? You have to give it a try, life or death. Since he left me this bloody coffin, doesn't he just want me to give it a try?"
Liu Shiba's face was a little ferocious.
"I won't comment, but I feel an extremely powerful aura, very similar to when I was first unearthed..."
Samsara's tone was quite solemn.
"oh?"
Liu Shiba's expression froze.
Very similar? And reincarnation?
When reincarnation was discovered, what was it?
To put it nicely, it’s Tai Sui, a humanoid form of Tai Sui… but to put it worse, it’s a mutated version: a zombie!
Zombie? The aura filling the coffin is a zombie?
Liu Shiba took out a black military thorn, thought for a moment, and then took out the seventeen black flags that his grandfather left for him.
"rise!"
"call!"
With words in his mouth, Liu Shiba chose a rough position around the coffin, first inserted the sixteen flags into the altar, and carried the last formation flag behind his back.
"Hmph! Even if you have any tricks, these sixteen Feng Shui flags can stop you for a while, right?"
Liu Shiba smiled coldly, with a strange smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and glanced faintly in the darkness when he came.
"Bang!"
The black military thorn stabbed on the coffin lid with a bang!
The coffin lid was made of unknown stone and was so hard that Liu Shiba rubbed his tongue.
This army is good at stabbing and killing people, and is good at close combat, but it's just perfect for digging holes...
Can't describe...
There is no more deceptive activity than using spurs to dig holes in rocks! That’s right, there is nothing like using spurs to work like poking ant holes!
"Bang bang!"
"Crack, crackle, crackle..."
The spurs were extremely hard. They were reforged from the black steel dismantled from the Storm Battleship, and could just withstand the strength that Liu Shiba poured into his whole body on his right arm.
The military thorns struck the surface of the coffin lid, making loud noises, but Liu Shiba did not look back, or even move his head from side to side.
There was only one thing in his eyes. He wanted to drill a hole in the coffin lid, remove the lid and see what was weird inside.
Is it the place where Qin Da and Lao Jiu disappeared, or is it the place where the legendary Ying Gou's body is hidden?
"Bang!"
Liu Shiba was chiseling, and the huge force and inertia caused violent friction between the skin of Liu Shiba's palm and the spurs.
With every chisel strike, blood flowed down Liu Shiba's palms and military spines.
"Bang!"
Liu Shiba is still a human being. Even if he has the Hanba bloodline in his body, even if he has a mutated physique, his skin and flesh are not steel after all, and they cannot withstand fakes, but there are limits.
Pain and danger always accompanied Liu Shiba, but the military thorn in his hand never stopped.
In fact, in the silent void, there are still ten shadow killers quietly wandering...
They learned well this time and did not take the initiative to make any aggressive behavior. They just lurked in all directions, acting as Liu Shiba's eyes and silently paying attention to the surroundings.
"Boom!"
After three hours of chiseling, the stubborn Liu Shiba finally chiselled a fist-sized hole in the blood-red and white coffin lid.
"Whoosh!"
A stream of white Yin Qi spurted out from the entrance of the cave.
Liu Shiba pulled away and quickly backed away with the military thorn, waiting for the white mist and frost on the surface of the coffin to gradually disappear.
Looking left and right, Liu Shiba slowly climbed up the steps of the altar again, quietly staring at the coffin lid that broke the internal pressure balance.
“Crack!
Liu Shiba did not use his hands this time, but kicked him, and the coffin lid opened in response.
Inside the coffin lid, there is no passage or anything like that. Qin Da, Lao Jiu and a dozen or so people, there is no way for me to talk about it!
Inside the coffin, there was only a body part!
It was an extremely tall, but only half-part, blackened corpse. The corpse was very strange. There was no trace above the waist. Only the two thighs and calves below the waist were left, which were relatively well preserved.
Seeing the body with only half left, Liu Shiba was stunned and shocked!
What is this? Ying Gou’s half-body body?
"rise!"
Liu Shiba waved his left hand and held the metal rod in the palm of his hand, while holding up the military thorn in his right hand, he stepped back and muttered something!
The sixteen-pole flag began to rotate slowly, and a mysterious aura and the strange smell of blood on the altar collided quietly.
Half a black corpse, Liu Shiba swore that as long as this corpse moved, he would smash it down with a metal rod without mercy. He would show no mercy!
