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Chapter 4 Crystal Coffin
With a muffled sound, all the oil lamps fixed on the wall in the tomb were lit up from near to far, and everything in the tomb could be seen clearly.

"There is a light."

"Why did the light turn on by itself? Could it be that the tomb was prepared in advance?"

"How much does such a large tomb cost? Is it just for the live broadcast? Are you stupid?"

The goose is Wang Wu: "Let me give you some popular science. These lights are called permanent lights, also called continuous lights or endless lights. There are ordinary vegetable oils in the lights. Of course, whale oil is also used. There are fewer of them, and the wicks are added. There is a lot of white phosphorus, when the tomb is opened and empty, the white phosphorus will spontaneously ignite when it encounters air, and when the tomb is closed and the oxygen is exhausted, the lights will automatically turn off, these are the wisdom of our ancestors."

"Thank you, Old Wang, for your popular science."

"Increased knowledge."

"Although I have known it for a long time, but it is not so detailed."

"Shouldn't everyone be concerned about the situation in the tomb? How can you pay attention to an ever-burning lamp? I really convinced you."

you do not say.

"Congratulations to the master, you have completed the task of reaching 1000 fans, and you will be rewarded with three physical pills, which have been put into the warehouse."

"Start the next mission, the number of fans reaches [-], and five physical pills will be rewarded."

Jing Xian held back his excitement, took a deep breath, and slowly stepped into the gate, only to see a road paved with white marble about three meters wide in front of him, which was extremely bright under the illumination of the oil lamp.

The top is covered with things that look like night pearls, it looks like a sky full of stars, it is really beautiful.

There are two huge pools on both sides of the main road. The pools are filled with an unknown lotus. This is not important. The important thing is that these two rows of crystal coffins are neatly arranged in the pools on both sides, which gives people a very shocking feeling. .

The side of the crystal coffin on the left facing the main road has some names engraved on it, while the one on the right has no inscriptions for the time being, which may be for the younger generation.

Jing Huan, Jing Feng, Sedum, Depth of Field.
This.

Others don't know about it, but Jing Xian knows about it. When he was a child, his grandfather would show him the genealogy tree and let him recite it, saying that these are his ancestors, and he can't forget them when he gets there.

Therefore, he not only knows what these names represent, but also knows the stories behind them.

Jing Huan was his great-grandfather's name, and it was even longer after that, but there is no grandfather and father here.

It's okay if grandpa doesn't have it, and grandpa didn't tell me, but why doesn't my father have it? Didn't grandpa put it in.

No, this was arranged by the system. How could grandpa and father know that this is too strong a sense of substitution, and he really believed that this was the final place of their Jing family.

"Everyone, the coffins here belong to our ancestors of the Jing family, and the one closest to us is my great-grandfather." Jing Xian pointed to Jing Huan's crystal coffin and said.

"Amazing, big family."

"Is there such a shocking feeling?"

"Why don't you say it's the Xiuxian family? It's awesome. It feels even more awesome than those emperor's tombs. The coffins are actually made of crystals, but they may not be the ordinary crystals we know."

Then he pointed to Jingshen's coffin and introduced: "The farther away the place, the longer those ancestors are from now. If I remember the genealogy correctly, it is arranged in chronological order. For example, the Jingshen ancestor, according to the genealogy According to the records, it should be from the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty."

Chumeng boy: "There is a difference of hundreds of years, why do you feel that there is a lot of generation difference between them, and what about the anchor's grandfather, doesn't it mean that the anchor's father doesn't know the secret here?"

Jing Xian was taken aback for a moment, and said sadly, "Both my parents died when I was young, and I was brought up by my grandfather. The last three generations of our family have always been passed down in one line. Maybe the secrets of this place will not be revealed until the last generation dies. , and when my grandfather left, I was going to school in Shanghai, so I didn't make it in time to see him for the last time."

Lovely young lady YY: "Touch the anchor's head, don't be sad, we will always be with you and support you, the dead are dead, the anchor will come on."

"No wonder, the anchor didn't know about this place beforehand, so come on, anchor."

"Grandpa probably couldn't bear to keep such a big secret buried in the ground, so he dreamed it up. Come on, anchor."

"It's also possible that the Jing family's unique blood restriction has worked. Come on, anchor."

"Come on, anchor."

"come on."

"Thank you for your support. I'm fine. I'm usually a very optimistic person." Jing Xian never liked to be hypocritical, and just now he was really sad.

But seeing so many strangers cheering him on, his mood improved a lot in an instant.

"By the way, someone said just now that the ancestors above should have lost many generations. To be honest, there are indeed fewer. Those who are less are recorded in the genealogy. As for the reason, I don't know. Maybe there will be We know the answer."

After finishing speaking, Jing Xian continued to walk along the main road.

"I have a bold idea. Maybe only those talented immortal cultivators or those who have made contributions to the family can come here. Ordinary people can't enter here, just like we used to, some people couldn't enter the ancestral temple. reason."

"Not to mention, there is such a possibility. After all, it is the Cultivation Family, nothing is impossible."

The audience's enthusiasm for discussion was still very high, but Jing Xian didn't give an explanation. It would be great if everyone could make up their minds. If they explain it themselves, it is easy to have loopholes. After all, a lie needs countless lies to cover up.

There are so many audiences, and there may be more in the future. There is nothing seamless in this world, and there will always be some loopholes caught by people, so talk more and make more mistakes.

The tomb room has a huge space, especially when walking to the middle, Jing Xian looks so small in it.

The viewers who watched the live broadcast obviously noticed this, and everyone who was shocked forgot to post the barrage. They didn't want the barrage to block even a little thing. They stared wide-eyed, watching all this, not letting go of a single detail.

Walking through the 80-meter-long main road, there was a long staircase in front of him. Jing Xian climbed up the stairs. During this process, he could clearly feel a pressure from which he didn't know where it came from. Fortunately, the pressure Not too big, he finally reached the top with difficulty, which is five or six meters higher than the bottom.

Pull the sliced ​​bread: "Anchor, you seemed to be struggling just now, don't you have any strength?"

I love a talent: "The anchor's body is really weak, and it's the same for digging holes before."

"It's time for the anchor to exercise."

"The anchor should practice. Since this is their ancestral land, maybe there is some kind of immortal cultivation technique."

"There is no such thing as cultivating immortals in the world. Even if there is, it must have happened a long time ago. Now the whole world has never heard of it, and I am afraid that there is no spiritual energy. Without spiritual energy, how to cultivate."

"Aura is just a saying in the novel. Maybe we don't need aura. It's just that our skills are faulty. Maybe we can practice with skills."

In response to everyone's doubts, Jing Xian shook his head with a wry smile and explained: "When I first stepped on the steps, I could clearly feel an oppressive force, so it took more effort."

Miao Miao smiled: "It looks amazing."

咻咻咻111: "Could it be some kind of restriction? It's a test for the anchor, so the anchor is quite powerful."

Walking up to the high platform, I saw that it was a large platform of nearly [-] square meters, and there was a more delicate and mysterious crystal coffin in front of it. There was still a slight chill around the coffin, which made Jing Xian shiver slightly.

Jing Xian tightened his clothes, approached the coffin, and looked into the coffin, his pupils dilated immediately, and subconsciously stepped back.

And the audience in the live broadcast room collectively gasped, feeling chills all over, the corpse inside was so lifelike, as if it was alive, as if it was just asleep.

(End of this chapter)