At this time, Zhang Ke, who was on the other side of the city, had already determined one thing.
That's right, judging from the direction of the room, he could only be lying in the coffin with a hole poked in it, which would meet the basic mutual position.
The hands and arms that could not move freely, and the hole in front of him with ragged edges further proved this point.
But why did I lie down here? Zhang Ke suddenly felt a little confused. Wasn't he still by the pool just now, seeing the corrupted and blackened soul, and then built the altar and walked into it on his own initiative?
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Why is it that after a burst of purple smoke, the person is already lying in the coffin despite not feeling his legs move a step?
Zhang Ke reluctantly raised his hand and scratched his head, feeling full of doubts. However, at this moment he touched a cold and hard object. He immediately brought it to his eyes and found that it was a crowbar.
Crowbar? Who would put a crowbar in the coffin for burial? Zhang Ke wanted to complain even more, but suddenly remembered that he seemed to be able to move freely.
Moreover, if the perspective he occupies now is the original perspective of the corpse in the coffin, doesn't it mean that the soul that was originally wandering has returned to the physical body? In addition, it can move according to subjective wishes,
To round it all off, he was almost completely resurrected.
Although Zhang Ke still felt a little scared when he thought of still lying in the coffin, but compared to seeing his pale body before, he couldn't help but feel a little inspired, and then he began to consider the reasons:
Could it be that the sacrificial ceremony that was held unintentionally just now made me resurrected? Thinking about it carefully, among the series of actions I performed before, this one seems to be the only one that has something to do with the supernatural phenomenon of resurrection after death.
In any case, let's go out first. Since he already has the crowbar in his hand, Zhang Ke doesn't want to be trapped in this cramped space, unable to move freely.
He quickly pressed the crowbar against the edge of the coffin, and with a little force of his hands, he used the effect of the lever principle to pry up a nail. As if he was inspired, Zhang Ke worked hard again, and then pulled out more than a dozen nails close to the coffin.
Nails on the upper body part.
Seeing that the coffin lid was already crumbling, he finally raised his hands with force and slapped away the coffin lid that restrained his body.
"Finally got out of this place!" Probably because he felt the exhilaration of being resurrected from the dead, Zhang Ke couldn't help but say something rude, and then quickly stepped out of the coffin and came to the magic circle just now.
The purple smoke that originally filled the field of vision has dissipated, and the original blue flames on the six ever-burning lamps have turned into a somewhat eerie purple. They are no longer as high as before, but they are still swaying without wind.
As for the core of the magic circle, of course it is still blank, and the word "sacrifice" has changed from bright red to dark red again.
"Sure enough, it's still hard to figure out. Is this a magic circle used to resurrect the dead? Then why do you say it is a sacrifice?" Zhang Ke found it difficult to understand and couldn't help but shook his head. It would be fine if Ye Suling was still awake now.
Well, you can at least ask her for information about the Qingtian Sect.
However, when he mentioned Ye Suling, he had to hurry up and save her. Zhang Ke turned around and glanced at the coffin where he had just been lying, only to find that there were three rust-colored words written on the inner bottom of the coffin.
The big characters look like they were daubed with blood:
"Lu Si Qi"
"Lu Siqi? Isn't this the three numbers 6, 4, and 7 in traditional Chinese?" The moment he saw this string of meaningless numbers, Zhang Ke immediately thought of a place where they could be used, so he hurriedly picked up the numbers that had been thrown aside before.
The prayer scroll wheel, stretched out your fingers to turn the three-digit code lock on it to the three numbers 647, maybe you can open it.
But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that the color of the skin on his fingertips and hands seemed a bit weird. It was not the normal yellow-white or slightly rosy color, but a distinct magenta and dark purple color, especially at the bottom.
His skin and fingertips were covered with dark red and purple spots that looked like plum blossoms, as if he was infected with herpes.
No, no, this is not a skin infection, but...
"Corpse spots?" These two words came out of Zhang Ke's mouth involuntarily, and then even he himself felt a chill and his body trembled. "There are corpse spots on my body. Doesn't that mean that I am still...
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Thinking of the rejoicing that I was resurrected from the dead, Zhang Ke couldn't laugh or cry. It turned out that the so-called resurrection was incomplete. He was just a walking zombie who had borrowed corpses to resurrect his soul. The evidence of this was that his body was still decaying.
But compared to his previous wavering, he was now almost ready to accept the supernatural things in front of him.
Although he always feels that everything can be explained by science, under the current situation, he is willing to accept it for the time being and quickly integrate into this supernatural mysterious element. Maybe as he continues to explore the room, he can step towards the real truth.
What about resurrection?
Turn the three small windows on the scroll to the corresponding numbers, and with a click, a small valve on the top of the wheel automatically pops open, and a small and unique key, more like a simple decoration, falls out.
Its material is very special. Not only is it crystal clear and thin, but if you don't look at it from a specific light angle, you will even find that it suddenly disappears from the field of vision.
Fortunately, as soon as Zhang Ke got the key, he immediately squeezed it tightly with his purple fingertips. It took a lot of effort to get the key, so he couldn't lose it-but, speaking of this key
It was possible to break Ye Suling's shackles, but Zhang Ke found it a bit unbelievable.
The reason is simple: this lock is too small.
Although they were far apart, Zhang Ke could still vaguely guess the size of the keyhole of Ye Suling's shackle, which was probably at least half the length of his middle finger, and the small pocket key in his hand was not as thick as his own fingertips.
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With such an inappropriate size, it would only loosen everywhere if inserted into the keyhole. It was impossible to use it to open the shackles. This was not the key I was looking for in the end.
However, after confirming this, Zhang Ke also immediately thought of where he could use it - the cyan Buddhist niche. When he shook it before, he did feel that there was something hidden inside, but it was locked tightly and could not be used.
Open.
Its keyhole was very small, and seemed to be just the right size to accommodate the key. Zhang Ke immediately turned back to find the Buddhist niche, inserted the key and twisted it gently. Sure enough, it fit perfectly. Only a click was heard, and the ceramic enamel cover above the Buddhist niche moved directly on its own.
Open it, revealing what's inside...
a fish?!
Why a fish?
If anyone saw Zhang Ke's dumbfounded expression, they would probably laugh or even laugh. After all, the gap between expectation and reality is not only huge, but even funny.
He originally thought that, at best, he could find the key to unlock the shackles directly from the Buddhist niche. Otherwise, at least it would be monk-related items such as rosary beads, sandalwood, and wooden fish. After all, they were objects that were firmly locked in the Buddhist niche. How can I say this?
It also has to have something to do with Buddhism, right?
Chapter completed!