We walked in silence for another five or six minutes.
Wu Xie, who was walking at the front, broke the silence maintained by the three of them and said, "Brother Ding, you were right, we are back."
Wu Xie said this with a solemn tone, but without the anger caused by the commotion not long ago.
Ding Ze realized that he would not be stupid enough to bring up old things again, so he slightly tilted his head, looking past Lao Itch and Wu Xie who were blocking his way, and looked forward.
At this point, with the light of the flashlight in Wu Xie's hand, Ding Ze immediately saw the cliff with three ropes hanging not too far ahead.
"It looks like this is indeed a maze," Ding Ze said, looking at the cliff. "As a result, these coffins are very problematic."
"Who would put so many coffins here and create such a maze?"
"What's the purpose?"
"Let's go forward first, to the edge of the cliff, and then I'll open a coffin and take a look."
Ding Ze said in one breath.
Hear the words.
At this time, of course, he had already seen the old itch on the cliff, and immediately made a voice, saying nervously, "Brother Ding, open the coffin? Is it really necessary - is it necessary? Neither Lao Wu nor I - we didn't bring black donkey hooves.
If by any chance a zongzi comes out, we'll probably be doomed in this maze!"
Hear this.
Ding Ze couldn't tell for a moment whether Lao Itch was pretending to be nervous.
'Old Itch, the person you copied is much scarier than Zongzi!'
Ding Ze muttered something silently. He was too lazy to think about it, so he smiled, stretched out his hand and patted Lao Chu's shoulder gently, "Don't be afraid, it's just a rice dumpling. I've chopped it before, and I've done it well!"
Old Itch: “…..”
Lao Itch was speechless for a while, and after a few seconds, he spoke again, "Brother Ding, who are you? You can even chop rice dumplings..."
Ding Ze grinned and did not answer.
Lao Itchy didn't ask again.
The three of them walked towards the cliff silently.
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Cliff edge.
"Just in case, you two stand back a little," Ding Ze took out the black gold dagger from his backpack and reminded Wu Xie and Lao Chu, "The coffin will be opened soon. If something really pops out, don't panic. Don't panic."
If you are running around in fear, be calm and collected."
As soon as these words came out.
Wu Xie was shocked: "╰(*°▽°*)╯"
The old itch is not much better: "(ΩДΩ)!!!"
"Brother Ding, don't scare me - scare me. What you said - it seems like there will be - there will be rice dumplings..." Lao Itch said nervously. After speaking, he turned his head and looked left and right.
look.
Wu Xie then spoke, and his tone was calmer than Lao Itchi's, but only a little.
"Brother Ding, there are thousands of corpses gathering in this place, so there is no guarantee that there will be dirt. If it is not absolutely necessary to open the coffins, I think it is better for us not to touch these coffins."
When Ding Ze heard this, he knew that Wu Xie, who could only be regarded as a semi-novice, or in other words, an entry-level local master, felt a little scared at this moment and was inclined not to open the restaurant.
but.
'If the plot requires it, it won't work without opening the coffin.'
'Comrade Wu Xie, just think of it as practicing your courage.'
Ding Ze thought and shook his head at Wu Xie, "My intuition tells me that the problem here is not trivial, so it is best to open the coffin and take a look."
"Don't worry, I'm not bragging. It's just Zongzi. I can solve it."
"Well, then be careful," Wu Xie nodded and said no more.
Lao Itchi said nothing.
The two of them stepped back together and stood still, holding flashlights to provide light for Ding Ze.
See the situation.
As an original author, Ding Ze, who knew what was going on in the coffin, did not write any ink. Holding the black gold dagger, he walked straight to the side and piled up three coffins with a total height of about one meter.
Arrive at the coffin.
Ding Ze decisively took the knife and inserted the blade under the coffin board of the top coffin.
Then, use your hand to push down the black gold dagger.
‘Crack!’
The already tattered coffin board couldn't bear it and became warped.
Instantly, an extremely unpleasant stench spurted out from the coffin.
"Damn it, it stinks! I made a mistake, I forgot to bring a gas mask."
Although he was prepared in advance and covered his nose, at this moment, facing the stench that hit his face, Ding Ze was forced to inhale a little bit. He was immediately stung by the stench and couldn't help but curse.
After scolding, Ding Ze quickly held his breath and moved his hands faster.
After a while.
The coffin board was completely pried up. Ding Ze stretched out his hand and pushed the coffin board down. Then, he quickly took a few steps back to Wu Xie and the two of them. He took a few breaths and calmed down, "What the hell?"
, it stinks to death, this stench may be really poisonous.”
Neither Wu Xie nor Lao Chu responded.
The two of them just stared straight at the open coffin, unblinking, extremely focused.
Seeing the two people's reactions, Ding Ze grinned and subconsciously prepared to tease them.
However, when the words came to his lips, considering that the current scene was really not suitable for scaring people, Ding Ze held back and temporarily changed what he wanted to say, "It seems there are no rice dumplings in it."
After saying something in a relaxed tone, Ding Ze took a deep breath, raised his feet and returned to the open coffin, shining the flashlight inside.
This photo...
A part of the skeleton lying in the coffin appeared in front of Ding Ze.
Ding Ze glanced at it, but didn't look much. Then he moved the flashlight and quickly took in the scene inside the coffin.
'Yes, quite lucky, this skeleton is still complete,' Ding Ze thought with some relief after confirming this.
The idea just came out.
Wu Xie, who was waiting a little anxiously, and his eyes were probably dry without even blinking, suddenly asked in a low voice, "Brother Ding, are there no rice dumplings in it?"
"No, just a skeleton..." Ding Ze responded without turning around, and then, deliberately startled, "Huh?"
Wu Xie heard this and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong?"
Lao Itch also made a sound, "Did the skeleton move---move?"
Ding Ze: "..."
Unexpectedly, Lao Itch would ask this question. Ding Ze was speechless for a moment, then turned and smiled at Lao Itch, "Lao Itch, you have such a rich imagination."
"This skeleton is interesting. Come and take a look."
Even without rice dumplings, Wu Xie and Lao Chu were still very courageous.
The two of them didn't hesitate and quickly arrived at Ding Ze's side.
Seeing the two people coming, Ding Ze decisively pointed the tip of the black gold dagger at the neck of the skeleton, "Look here, there is obviously a gap in this piece of bone."
"This gap is called an old bone injury and was caused before death."
"Look, is the gap very sharp?"
"This sharpness shows that the bone has not healed. It also shows that the time when this gap appeared should be very close to the time of this person's death... There is a high probability that it was this gap that caused this person's death."
's death."
"If that's the case, then this person must have had his throat cut to death."
Ding Ze said, feeling that he suddenly played the role of Master Liang.