don't touch my ghost

Xuanmeng frowned, and walked towards the sarcophagus.

Zhang Han couldn't help but opened his mouth: "Hey, Xiao Meng, be careful, the things in this tomb are very weird, don't touch them casually."

Xuanmeng's footsteps paused, but he didn't look back. He hummed softly and continued walking.

Zhang Han Ji Kai stood behind her, so naturally he couldn't see her inexplicably blushing face.

As Xuanmeng approached the sarcophagus, the three people in the tomb were all very tense, and they didn't even dare to breathe, and for a while, they could hear the needle drop.

Xuanmeng cautiously bent down and inspected the edge of the sarcophagus lid, pulled out the wooden hairpin on his head, and pressed somewhere on the wooden hairpin, a thin and long silver needle suddenly protruded from the wooden hairpin, and the flames Shining brightly.

Zhang Han watched Xuanmeng stab the silver needle into the edge of the coffin lid, and couldn't help but whisper to Ji Kai: "She hides the hidden weapon in the hairpin, isn't she afraid of hurting herself?"

Ji Kai also stared intently at the silver needle protruding into the lid of the coffin, and said in a low voice: "Master of art, be bold...Xiangu is very powerful!"

"Well, speaking of it, if it weren't for Xiangu's powerful talisman, I still wouldn't be able to see you, and we wouldn't be together. When we get out, I have to thank her very much!" Zhang Han said with a smile He turned his head to look at Ji Kai, with a look of happiness on his face.

Ji Kai also turned his head, looked back at him affectionately, nodded and said, "Okay. Listen to you."

"Fairy Girl" Xuanmeng's ears moved, and she rolled her eyes to the sky silently.The strength of his subordinates couldn't help but increase. With a "click", some mechanism in the coffin was touched...

Xuanmeng immediately let go of his hand, and reflexively stepped back half a foot.

Ji Kai and Zhang Han also heard the movement, and hurriedly backed away, looking at the sarcophagus with vigilance.

However, the three of them stared at the sarcophagus warily for a while, but the sarcophagus did not make any movement!

The imaginary flying sand, walking stone, hidden weapon, poisonous water, poisonous insect array, spell... nothing appeared.

The tomb was as quiet as if the sound just now was their hallucination.

The wooden hairpin on the edge of the coffin lid was poking there quietly, and it could be seen that the silver needle at the other end was still stuck inside intact.

There is no agency?

Xuanmeng put away his defensive stance in doubt, walked back to the sarcophagus, pulled out his wooden hairpin, and carefully looked at the silver needle, it was intact, without any trace of bumping, and its color had not changed.

Not only does it have no mechanism, it doesn't even have poison.

Xuan Meng pursed his lips and thought for a while, then flicked his sleeves, and even raised his hand and pushed towards the coffin lid.

With this palm, she brought internal strength, and the coffin lid, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, flew out like a piece of foam board under her palm.

Before Zhang Han could say a word of caution, the coffin lid fell to the ground with a bang, and nothing happened except a large cloud of dust was stirred up.

The silence in the tomb is still frightening.

If there is a hidden weapon, just think about how to deal with it, but there is nothing, which makes people feel more nervous.

Compared with known dangers, the unpredictable unknown is the most terrifying.

For a moment, the three of them stood on the spot and did not dare to move rashly.

After vigilantly surveying the entire tomb, Xuanmeng took the lead again and walked towards the opened coffin.

Zhang Han felt that his heart was in his throat, he was thumping and wanted to run away from home and go to the Paradise of Paradise to spend his old age in peace.

"Hey? Why are there two people?" Xuanmeng asked puzzledly as he tilted his head and looked inside the coffin.

"Two people?" The figure of the boy in black in his dream suddenly appeared in Zhang Han's mind for some reason. He couldn't help but took a step, walked to the side of the coffin, and looked down...

really!

In the coffin lay two corpses that were closely intertwined!

This coffin was obviously designed as a single bed, and as a coffin for one person, it was considered very atmospheric.

But now two people were squeezed in abruptly. Judging from the length of the bones, there should be two men. Even though the flesh has rotted and there are only two bones left, it still seems a bit crowded.

It seems that there is a strange sense of intimacy in which you are in me and you in me. Unless a forensic doctor comes, it is really difficult to completely distinguish these bones into two people for a while.

Judging from the clothes of these two people, it is obvious that one of them is wearing a silver armor and holding a broken silver spear in his hand.

The armor was probably made of silver. Although it was oxidized and blackened with age, it still kept the exquisite pattern, which showed the distinguished status of the owner.

The clothes on the other skeleton were not so good. He probably only wore an ordinary black linen bunt.

With rough fabric and not-so-fine workmanship, the clothes might still be able to fulfill the mission of covering the body when he was alive, but they could not continue to fulfill his duties thousands of years after his death. The bones of the dead were exposed to the light of the fire.

But even though it was just a few rags, Zhang Han was sure—this corpse must be the boy in black in his dream!

And this general is definitely the general in the dream!

This armor is exactly the same as the one Zhang Han wore when he dreamed of him for the first time!

Ji Kai also followed, looking down into the coffin, but inexplicably, there were only two bones in front of him, but he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

It seems that I didn't just meet these two white bones here and now, but I have become acquainted with each other a long time ago...

"Which one is the thing you want to take?" Xuanmeng's voice broke the reverie of the two.

Zhang Han came back to his senses with an "ah" sound, collected himself, and looked carefully into the coffin again. The general seemed extremely simple.Not only is there no gold, silver, and antique porcelain in the tomb, but even the coffin is as clean as his bones, except for his outfit and another bone that has long been indistinguishable from him. Nothing else.

Zhang Han looked around, and finally his eyes locked on the silver gun held tightly by the general's hand bone.He subconsciously reached out to take it, but the moment his fingertips touched the silver gun, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared in front of him...

It was the general's eyes, those eyes seemed to pass through thousands of years, looking at him fixedly, the general's fierce and stern eyes that had been on the battlefield pierced straight through his eyes, Zhang Han even felt that those eyes had pierced through his eyes. Through his soul...

However, it didn't take long for the murderous look in the general's eyes to dissipate. His long eyelashes drooped and he closed his eyes.

A long sigh came from nowhere in the ancient tomb. The sigh seemed to be extremely light, but it could be heard clearly by everyone. It seemed to be extremely short, but it echoed in everyone's mind...

That voice was full of too many emotions, and everyone who heard it was stunned on the spot. They couldn't help thinking about it, but they couldn't figure it out. They just felt as if thousands of emotions rushed into their chests and then suddenly scattered into the air. Can't capture it in the middle, feel lost...

Zhang Han unconsciously clenched the silver gun already in his hand, and took it out of the coffin. With a click, the general's hand bone that was tightly holding the silver gun broke, and fell powerlessly back to him and the silver gun. In his pile of bones.

And the glowing yellow gossip circle around the sarcophagus also dimmed the moment the silver gun came out of the coffin, and disappeared in less than a moment without leaving any traces, as if it had never appeared.