Chapter 335: Yinshan Village

A hiss of unknown significance emanates from the coffin, as if it were the growl of some country beast, and the panels are thumped by something inside.

White, shriveled hands stretched out from the crevices of the shaking coffin, dark black nails scraped deep scars on the coffin wood shavings, you can imagine how sharp these nails are, scraping into the human skin is probably directly peeled off the skin.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened that he tugged on Bai Liu's hand and subconsciously tried to run out, but Bai Liu caught him.

Bai Liu not only didn't run, but also went forward to flip the just torn off talisman, and put it back on the red line.

A strange thing happened, the coffin, which had just been vibrating, suddenly fell silent.

At the moment the talisman fell, the red line on the golden light appeared, those who are trying to break free from the coffin bound corpse hands in touch with the red line as if they were scalded generally rose out of the white smoke, the coffin came out of the vague wail, and as if unwillingly shook two times, and finally returned to the calm.

Kong Xuyang saw this scene in narrowed his eyes and tsked impatiently in his heart.

Originally, I was prepared to watch Bai Liu, this coward, get scared shitless and rush out of the temple, but I didn't expect that he would actually come up with a solution for him so quickly.

But soon Kong Xuyang adjusts his expression, his face in shock as he and Yang Zhi huddle together like ordinary people, except for a lingering scowl in his eyes as he stares at Bai Liu.

Indeed, that talisman flipped on its side is the [Ansatz Spell], and it does hold up for a while.

But can avoid the first day, can not hide the first seven, this charm will not last until the first seven, the orthodox maoshan charm learning and yellow paper in his hands, wait until the first seven, without any protection of the charm, holding a book of evil, he looked Bai Liu how to do.

Mu Sicheng stiffened into a wooden stick in front of Bai Liu, his chest heaving violently, his face greenish-white as he faced the eight coffins, and he was scared to death.

He actually wanted to run, but for some reason, Mu Sicheng always felt that if he left Bai Liu here alone, then he would face Bai Liu in the future as a more horrible thing than facing these eight coffins.

Bai Liu had no expression of fear on his face at all; he patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and commanded in an unusual manner, "Go and light the incense, light three sticks, worship three times, don't make it four, and avoid the Dien niche."

Mu Sicheng's brain is still dizzy now, by Bai Liu's command, oh a sound, hands and feet softly go forward.

Halfway there, Mu Sicheng was picking up incense and preparing to pay homage, when out of the corner of his eye he swept over the eight niches lined up on the table in front of the statue, and suddenly stopped as if he had been stuck in a shell.

Eight ...... Dien Niches?

Mu Sicheng slowly turned back, his expression deflated as he pointed to the coffin next to him, his fingers seemingly trembling, "Bai, Bai Liu, one more, one more coffin."

Bai Liu had already knelt down on one knee next to this extra coffin, and was stretching out his fingers to carefully feel the corners and crevices of this coffin, sniffing his head without lifting his head, he hmmmed, "I see."

This extra coffin in the dim light at a glance, it seems that the specifications, size, color and material are similar, black lacquer warped head, red line wrapped waist, four corners of the bell, but Bai Liu after careful observation, found the coffin of the strange place.

Bai Liu looked to his fingertips where he had just touched the coffin, which was stained with a thin layer of yellow soil.

It was a coffin that had been buried.

Not only have been buried, and buried years should not be small, the four corners of the bell is hanging brass bells, the system is ancient, look at the style should be a hundred years ago at the end of the last dynasty things.

The red thread was new, like that used in other coffins, and the coffin appeared to have been repainted, so you couldn't see the rot in the wood, but you could smell a damp, rotten wood odor.

But although the exterior had been repainted, it should not have been opened, and a layer of untouched yellow soil could be felt along the mouth of the coffin.

The coffin was not labeled with any yellow talisman, and at first glance, it was not very safe.

Mu Sicheng shook his hands tearlessly, "Bai Liu, how could there be an extra coffin all of a sudden?!"

"I'm more interested now in why the extra coffin is this one." Bai Liu got up, he walked past Mu Sicheng to the same extra niche on the altar, looked at it for a moment, and said thoughtfully, "So that's it."

Mu Sicheng carefully peered over Bai Liu's shoulder, and under Bai Liu's cover, he raised the video camera and began to film the niche.

To put it mildly, he had just counted out one more niche and didn't dare to look at it because he was scared, but now he dared to look at it with the double guard of Bai Liu and the camera.

Mu Sicheng filmed for a while, he looked at the niche in the small screen of the video recorder, the more he looked, the more wrong he looked, his expression went from puzzled at the beginning, to unbelievable, to the most present confusion.

"This Dien Niche ......" Mu Sicheng said in a confused voice, "How come it's from 1884?!"

The age of birth and death written on the niche is clearly [1884-1900], and the gender name is written in an extremely simple manner, with only one sentence about a woman from the Li family.

Mu Sicheng began to question himself, pulling out his cell phone and looking at it, "We're in the modern world, how come this coffin is over a hundred years old?"

"A woman will be buried with her husband's surname, called a clan, after she gets married." Bai Liu's eyes rested on the coffin, "Inside this coffin is a sixteen year old unmarried woman, presumably died in the middle of her marriage."

Mu Sicheng was confused again, "Why was it death in the middle of a marriage?"

Bai Liu lightly swept Mu Sicheng a glance, Mu Sicheng inexplicably from this glance to see a little taste of dislike.

Bai Liu turned to the coffin and explained, "A woman takes her husband's surname after she marries, if a Li family woman is married to a man with the surname Zhang and buried, she should be buried under the name of [Zhang Li] and buried in the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family."

"And the young girl in this coffin was buried under the name of [the Lee family woman]."

Bai Liu said faintly, "This is very interesting, unmarried women in that era is not allowed to enter the coffin into the ancestral tomb, but the specifications of the size of this coffin, none of them show that the woman was mostly buried into the ancestral tomb in the end."

"There are two most likely scenarios that come to mind for an unmarried woman buried in an ancestral grave; the first is that the woman either contributed a great deal to the family, or the second is that the young girl died on her way out of marriage."

"But this maiden has a surname and no name, and I prefer the second case."

Mu Sicheng gave an oh-so-subtle sigh of realization, "Then why would it be a hundred year old coffin?"

Bai Liu calmly said, "Digging up ancient tombs, I guess, which is quite common in small isolated villages."

Kong Xuyang gritted his teeth as he listened from the side.

He had cleared out all the basic information that He Daniu, the old man, had told Bai Liu about them, and Bai Liu was able to re-launch it all by himself.

What kind of monster is Bai Liu?

"...... means there is a hundred years female corpse inside this coffin?!" Mu Sicheng afterward realized what was in this coffin, he shivered and took two steps back with a jittery face, "How horrible."

Kong Xuyang smiled falsely as he stepped forward and tapped Mu Sicheng's shoulder, "Hey! Bai Liu is right? He's just guessing, maybe he's just saying it to scare you!"

Mu Sicheng retorted unthinkingly, "Bai Liu was right even if he made a casual guess."

Bai Liu looked past Mu Sicheng to Kong Xuyang and nodded approvingly, "You're right, this is all just my guess, not necessarily accurate."

Kong Xuyang was stunned by Bai Liu's comment.

"Practice is the only standard for testing the truth." Bai Liu stepped forward, he placed his hand on the top lid of the coffin and pushed down with both hands, "won't you know who's inside if you open it?"

Kong Xuyang didn't have time to stop him and watched as Bai Liu pushed the lid of the coffin open.

Both he and Yang Zhi, the two people who had played the game once, were dumbfounded and watched dumbfounded as Bai Liu unleashed one of the strongest monsters in the game, the Yinshan Village.

Mu Sicheng, now completely down, stood with a blank expression in front of the suddenly opened coffin, camera still held up in his left hand.

The coffin lid landed heavily, shaking the floor and smashing out a dusty yellow soil.

In the midst of the dust, Bai Liu patted the dust from his hands, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, and stepped forward with the flashlight of his cell phone raised, approaching the edge of the coffin.

As the hazy fog of dust fades, Bai Liu waves his hand away the dust in front of him and looks inside the coffin with the help of the dim light and the flashlight.

The coffin, as Bai Liu suspected, was painted on the outside but not opened on the inside, and when it was opened it smelled of rotten, moldy wood.

Inside the green and black wet and soft coffin dripping down seeping water, wood rotting and blooming, a body wearing a lotus embroidered cheongsam-like theater gown sample wedding dress lying peacefully at the bottom.

This bride was not long in stature, her head crowned with hair, a thick layer of gray falling from her clothes, her hands folded below her heart, her thumbs cocked, wrapped around a scale with a pocket of red thread within her interlocked hands, about an inch long.

Inside the head of the coffin is inlaid with a foggy bronze mirror, illuminating the feet of the bride in the coffin wearing black boots, the face is also covered with a satin cover of mandarin ducks and double happiness, and the tassels on the cover are dirty and drooping on her shoulders, so that she can't be seen to look at her face.

Bai Liu's gaze shifted to the bride's hands folded over her heart with a slight lurch.

These hands have full skin color, rounded nails, like jade sculpture wax molding, not only a little bit of dried out and rotting traces are not there, it looks even fresher than the next just died for two days of the corpse.

Not only that, the whole body was straight and square, with knees slightly bent, and the clothes didn't collapse downward at all because of the rotting body.

--looks practically alive.

Bai Liu's eyes scanned the entire body and returned to the scale held by the corpse's hands, and without the slightest fear he reached out and with a little force pulled the scale out of the bride's body.

This wooden scales on the ash, but also can see the exquisite workmanship, above the carving of a dragon and a phoenix intertwined, obviously a rod used to pick open the bride's head of the joy pole.

When Kong Xuyang saw Bai Liu pulling out the joystick without saying a word, his eyes became horrified and he couldn't help but warn, "Don't move!"

Inside the coffin was originally foggy, only vaguely reflecting the feet of the bronze mirror in the joy stick was drawn out of the moment violently on one side, became clear and understandable, above the illumination of a white powder coated, rouge point of the face, obviously is that the bride's face.

The bride's face inside the coffin is still covered by the lid, not visible in the slightest, but the bride in the mirror laughed, her head turned three hundred and sixty degrees, a pair of oozing eyes looking straight at Bai Liu holding up a joy stick, and sang in a bleak and wan manner:

"My dear husband, come back and talk..."

"Pity you my bones by the Indeterminate River, as if I were my dreamer in your spring home!"