ghost

This tomb is a luxurious cage, the specifications of a prince and aristocrat, but inside is extremely vicious means, vowing to seal the souls of the dead here, so that they will never be reincarnated.

Fang Xia walked to the inner and outer coffins in the center of the main tomb, and closed the coffin lid with both hands.The expensive golden nanmu is so gloomy and cold that it makes one's heart chill.

"You... are in here?" Fang Xia looked sideways at Fu Jin, who followed her to her side.

"Yeah." Fu Jin nodded slightly.

"Can you open it so I can see you?"

"Nothing to see..."

"I want to see you." Fang Xia said, looking down at the coffin lid.

Fu Jin wanted to say that watching it would only make him sadder, but he also knew that Fang Xia would not change his mind.His obscure and hopeless past, Fang Xia will not avoid it no matter how sad he is.He struggled clumsily, trying to share the pain for him this way.In fact, Fang Xia doesn't need to do this, it is enough for Fang Xia to stay by his side...

"Fu Jin..." Fang Xia tugged at Fu Jin's sleeve.

"Just take a look. After reading it, let's pick a few extremely dark things that can be used, and then leave here."

"Okay." Fang Xia nodded.

Fu Jin raised his hand and pressed on the Soul Banner covering the coffin cover. The patterns on the Soul Banner lighted up instantly, and then dimmed quickly. Then black flames ignited from the four corners of the Soul Banner, and quickly lit up the entire scroll. The soul banner was devoured.The soul-suppressing banners turned into black ash and scattered around the coffin.Fu Jin pressed his palm against the side of the coffin lid again, and smashed against the seal of the coffin with a sinister air. The dark flame penetrated into the gap between the coffin and the coffin, and swam round and round.

Fang Xia pushed away from the coffin and looked at Fu Jin with bated breath.After a while, he heard the sound of something cracking, followed the sound carefully, and found that the four fierce beasts carved from gloomy wood inlaid on the four corners of the coffin had cracks appearing one after another.It wasn't until the wood carvings of the four fierce beasts were covered with cracks that Fu Jin raised his hand and patted the side of the coffin lid forcefully.There was a muffled sound from the coffin, and then it was slowly pushed halfway open.

In the master's tomb, there are fist-sized luminous pearls on the stone wall lampstands.The candlestick chandelier on the top of the coffin, when the door of the tomb was opened, as the outside oxygen flowed in, the lampstand automatically caught fire.Now the flames are burning brightly, illuminating the entire tomb very brightly.Although the coffin was only half opened, it was enough for Fang Xia to clearly see the scene inside.

Fu Jin's body was different from the general outside, it was not a mummy, but it still kept the appearance shortly after death, with pale and elastic skin.His long black hair was tied up with a golden crown, and he was wearing a black dragon robe, with a piece of suet white jade around his waist.He folded his hands on his stomach in a very peaceful posture, but his face was full of evil spirit.All kinds of precious utensils were placed around the body, and ominous runes were engraved on the coffin wall inside the coffin.

Looking at Fu Jin's body in the coffin, it felt like his heart was being put into a meat grinder and turned around, the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.Fang Xia bit her lower lip, taking advantage of the pain to catch her breath.He reached into the coffin, wanting to touch Fu Jin's body, but Fu Jin beside him grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms.

"Don't look, go pick something with me." Fu Jin hugged Fang Xia and patted him on the back to calm his emotions, "You know, I don't like this place, so I quickly picked something out, okay?"

"...Okay." Fang Xia replied sullenly.

Fu Jin let go of Fang Xia, and led the people to look at the funerary objects in the tomb.

The funerary objects in the main tomb belonged to Fu Jin's lifetime objects, which were much smaller than those in the previous tomb.During Fu Jin's more than [-] years of semi-imprisonment life, his uncle wished to get rid of him every day, so naturally he couldn't get too many treasures.But he is also the son of the first emperor, and his uncle is under the banner of returning the throne to him in the future. Naturally, he will not skimp on the things that decorate the facade, plus some left by his father and mother. Things, piled together, are not too shabby.

Fu Jin took Fang Xia through the boxes one by one, picked out the ones he thought were good, or the ones Fang Xia liked, and put them in his bag.It's just that Fang Xia was a little absent-minded, and his mind was not on the funerary objects at all, and his eyes always drifted to the coffin in the center of the tomb from time to time.

"The last box is here, do you like it?" Fu Jin called Fang Xia's attention back to the coffin.

Fang Xia glanced at the alley full of bronze wares, and shook his head disinterestedly.

"Then let's go." Fu Jin zipped up the backpack, put it on his shoulder, held Fang Xia's hand, and planned to go outside.

Fu Jin took Fang Xia's hand and took a step forward, only to find that Fang Xia was standing there, motionless.

Fu Jin turned her head and saw Fang Xia staring at his coffin again.

"Fang Xia..." Fu Jin called out helplessly.

"Fu Jin." Fang Xia turned her head suddenly, looking at Fu Jin seriously, "Let's take your body out together!"

Fu Jin was stunned.

"I can't let your body stay in this kind of place! You hate it so much..."

"Fang Xia, listen to me—" Fu Jin stroked Fang Xia's cheek, interrupting his persuasive words, "For the dead, his corpse is the best container for confinement. My corpse is the best container for confinement. The container has been given a powerful banning technique, and it is also embedded with a magical artifact. One of them is called the engraved sky lock, which comes from nowhere, and its power is particularly powerful. It took a lot of strength to break free from the corpse sealed by the sky lock, and after I left the corpse, I couldn't touch the corpse."

"That means you can't touch your own body?"

"Yes."

"You can't touch it, and I'm still there!" Fang Xia patted his chest and said.

"A dead body is not as heavy as a living person. You can't lift it by yourself."

"You're underestimating me! I'm so strong! Just wait, I'll move you out right away." Fang Xia broke away from Fu Jin's hand as he spoke, and ran to the side of the coffin in a gust of wind, half-covered The lid of the coffin fell to the ground, and then rolled over into the coffin.

Fang Xia spread her legs apart, carefully stood on both sides of Fu Jin's body, on the empty coffin board, gestured with her hands twice in the air, and decided to hold hands and let Fu Jin's body sit up first.

As soon as Fang Xia grabbed Fu Jin's body, his first feeling was that it was very cold, even colder than Fu Jin's soul body, and then his head became dizzy, and his eyes began to blur.

Fang Xia felt as if she was in a dream, which was vague and clear.

"Big Witch, can you make sure this is safe?" An old voice asked.

"Your Majesty, you can rest assured. Outside the main tomb, I have set up a star array to prevent outsiders from invading, and to prevent the souls of the dead from going out of the tomb. There are eight corpse generals guarding it. And I also used nine A dragon nail and an engraved sky lock, nailing the three souls and seven souls of that person, and sealing the corpse. Even if he turns into a ghost, it is impossible to escape from his corpse—the corpse of the dead soul is The best container for sealing dead souls."

Engraved sky lock?They were talking about Fu Jin? !Big witch?His Majesty?These two are the ones who buried Fu Jin alive in the tomb? !

Fang Xia felt the anger burning in his internal organs, which made him ache.He wanted to rush over and stab the two people at the door of the tomb to death, but found that his body could not move at all, so he could only stare at them angrily.

"Great witch, I believe in your sealing technique, but what if outsiders come in and steal his body? Your array is exquisite, but it's not like no one can break it? If his body is really stolen , your sealing technique may also be broken, and then he is afraid that he will seek my life..."

"Arrays are the magic that pays most attention to the rules of calculation, so there is no unsolvable formation in the world. However, your majesty need not worry about it. Even if someone can enter here and want to go out with a corpse, I will hold back—— One is the clay soldier, and the other is that as long as the corpse is out of the coffin, the cemetery will sink in an hour. This cemetery's unique art of shielding armor is not enough for them to crack it in one hour. As for the destruction of the cemetery, Your Majesty can also be said to be punished by God, rather than His Majesty being unkind and not taking good care of the mausoleum."

The voices of those two people faded away, and Fang Xia saw a group of people closing the coffin and nailing them to death.He heard the noise inside the coffin. His Fu Jin was still alive, but he was buried in the coffin like this!

Do not crucify!Open!open it!he is alive!Open it up for me——

"Fang Xia! Fang Xia!"

It was Fu Jin's voice, with obvious anxiety.

Fang Xia's heart trembled, and he broke free from the hazy but clear scene, what he saw was Fu Jin's body lying in the coffin.Fang Xia's body softened, and he knelt on Fu Jin's body with a distressed expression.

After Fang Xia entered the coffin, his movements suddenly stopped, and Fu Jin knew something was wrong. The resentment on his body affected Fang Xia.He hurried over, trying to get Fang Xia out, but Fang Xia touched his body, and Ke Tiansuo also applied to Fang Xia, refusing him to touch Fang Xia.He was afraid that Ke Tiansuo's reaction would hurt Fang Xia, so he didn't dare to forcefully pull him, so he could only anxiously stand beside the coffin and call him.

"Fang Xia, can you hear me?" Seeing Fang Xia kneeling in the coffin, Fu Jin stretched out his hand to help him, but stopped midway.

Fang Xia turned her head slowly, tears filled her red eyes, overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and slid down her cheeks.

"Fang Xia..." Fang Xia is not a person who loves to cry. Except when Ma Guangping passed away, Fang Xia shed tears, and he has never seen Fang Xia cry at other times.

This reaction should be affected by resentment, seeing some scenes before his death, Fang Xia was crying for him.But Fu Jin didn't want to see Fang Xia suffer so much, even for him.

"Don't cry, it's okay..." Fu Jin looked at Fang Xia distressedly.

The corners of Fang Xia's mouth trembled, and he looked down at Fu Jin's body in the coffin, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to take you out..."

"……it is good."