The third master picked up a fox husband

"Are you going to the north?" After listening to what Yu Da said, Yan Jingsheng asked in surprise, "Why did you suddenly make such a decision?"

"It's not a sudden..." Yu Dao said, "Little San'er, we must do something. Our family has been broken for too long. I am very content with what I can do."

"..." Yan Jingsheng rubbed his forehead, "Brother, you have already made a decision, will you go no matter how I persuade you?"

Yu Da nodded, and he smiled at Yan Jingsheng innocently, "Little San'er, Big Brother... will take good care of yourself, and you should take care of yourself too."

"when are we leaving?"

"Leave by boat tomorrow night, little San'er, you don't need to see me off, you know, elder brother has no future, he will probably cry when he sees you, it would be embarrassing."

"..." Yan Jingsheng took a deep breath, then nodded, "Be careful, brother, maybe I will go too soon."

"Brother is waiting for you in the north."

After the two talked about their conversation, Yu Da left.

How can there be so many reluctant farewells, people have their own ambitions, just hope that each other will be well.

When Yan Jingsheng was thinking about how to match Liu Buyu's words, he received a call from An Yi, and the main coffin was opened.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he drove to Buddha Mountain without saying anything.

Compared with the magnificence of other ear chambers, the main tomb only has a huge black lacquered coffin placed in the center of the gossip array. The stone walls of the entire tomb are made of black stone, with strange and weird runes carved with purple paint, the most terrifying The most striking thing is that clay sculptures of babies sitting upright are densely placed around the coffin. There are two dark holes in the eye sockets. The shape is terrifying and weird, and the number is so large that it looks like a honeycomb.

It gave me goosebumps.

An Yi stood beside Yan Jingsheng and sighed, "Witchcraft disappeared in the middle and late stages of Dongyue. It has always been an unsolved mystery, but now it is seen in the tomb of King Rui'an. Maybe it can give some answers."

Yan Jingsheng's eyes darkened, and he said, "Has the coffin been opened?"

"Ah, it's opened, but it's just an empty coffin. There's only one painting inside. It doesn't look like there's any mechanism, but even if you can't pick it up, you can't open it." An Yi and Yan Jingsheng said as they walked through the clay sculpture.

Yan Jingsheng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the empty coffin, and then felt ridiculous again.

How could he see a corpse that looked exactly like himself? Hundreds of years had passed, and it would be nice to have some bones left.

Yan Jingsheng bent down and tentatively picked up the painting, but to An Yi's dumbfounded, Yan Jingsheng picked it up with ease.

The drawing paper looked brand new from the outside, not at all like the paintings in the ancient tomb.

Yan Jingsheng was not surprised, he wanted to see if there was really his portrait inside.

The slender fingers untied the silk ribbon lightly, and the scroll fell down, and An Yi hurriedly put his hand on the other end to spread it out horizontally with him.

Simple painting, the only colors are black and red.

A person without facial features was lying on the ground with disheveled hair, his limbs and neck were tied with ropes, and at the end were five horses.

This is the death sentence of five horses... An Yi was fascinated by it.

Yan Jingsheng's pupils trembled suddenly, and in his line of sight, the scroll began to move. First, the man slowly developed facial features, handsome and handsome, and the red mole at the end of his eyes was as beautiful and bright as the acacia beans from the southern country.

Then, the five horses began to raise their hooves and neigh, the dust flew up, the muscles of the horses tensed, and then jumped off the ground like arrows and rushed out in all directions.

Then, Yan Jingsheng saw that body was torn apart, and blood rained from the sky.

The head, with its eyes open, was being dragged around by the horse...

Yan Jingsheng let go of the scroll with a snap, he stepped back suddenly, his body went limp, a force in the coffin dragged him into the coffin, and with a bang, the opened coffin lid closed tightly .

An Yi outside the coffin was so frightened that she hurriedly called someone to push the coffin, and Yan Jingsheng inside the coffin saw blood red in her eyes.

He grinned and closed his eyes.

Since fate is like this, why should he resist.

Floating dreams, those who forget, always go home and remember.

The past and the past, in an instant, break through the ground and see the sun again.

(The next chapter will enter the previous chapter, the story model has been thought up, come on!)