Undead Farm

Chapter 136 Kowloon Copper Wooden Coffin

In order to upgrade Dongchenxijiu, he ran out to hunt and kill the robbers, only to find out that these two guys were actually legendary soldiers, which surprised Ye Sangeng.

Although these two guys don't have skills like Old Gu, and their strength will definitely drop a lot due to the loss of an arm, but no matter what, it's impossible to be inferior to a goblin, right?
Thinking of this, Ye Sangeng directly threw the corpse on the ground into the big sack straddling the crocodile lizard's back, and rushed back to Lorraine City.

After glancing at the big hole in the fence of the barren bone cemetery, Ye Sangeng came to the mass grave with a shovel in his hand.

Looking at the broken tombstones and small mounds covered with moss, especially a familiar small pit among them, I suddenly touched my head in the middle of the night.

"I seem to have climbed out of here too. Why are Lao Gu and Dong Chen Xijiu legends, and I'm a black iron brother?"

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out why, so he had no choice but to comfort himself by adding his points to his potential and appearance, and then dug it himself.

Although it seems a bit cheap for him to dig the pit himself with three hundred undead servants, those goblin skeletons are really messy, what if a legendary skeleton is smashed into pieces?
It is safer for him to do it himself.

So in the middle of the night, under Bede's onlookers, they dug one after another shovel after shovel.

one two three four,

Five, six, seven, eight...

"what?"

"Why are they all empty?"

Ye Sangen digs deeper but becomes more depressed.

There are broken monuments and mounds of earth, so why should I bury something?
In the end, not even a coffin lid was dug up.

If it is said that those people are worse off than him, it is fine if there is no coffin, but the bones can't escape by themselves, right?

Unless they've either been buried for too long and the bones have melted away,

Or, he recovered and ran away like himself...

The former is not impossible. After all, Weng Ling said that this place has a history of hundreds of years. If it is the latter...

"Then where did those guys go? Were they killed by the people of the Holy Silver Church as soon as they came out?"

Ye Sangen frowned, looking at the mass grave that had been plowed by himself, he even dug up the dead old crooked tree, but found nothing.

"There's no reason..."

In the middle of the night, he threw the shovel aside and shook the dirt from his feet.

Then, he saw the half of the coffin that he climbed out of.

"I have dug it all, I can't return empty-handed, let's take it as a souvenir."

Sighing, Ye Sangen stood up again, holding a shovel and carefully digging slowly beside the rotten coffin.

Because the soil here was old and compacted very hard, he had to dig very hard, but the hard work paid off, and the iron pestle could be ground into embroidery needles. Soon he discovered a fact:
This coffin seems a bit high...

"Who designed the coffin? Are these the pillars?"

Ye Sangeng looked at the deep pit that was four meters deep but hadn't seen the bottom of the coffin, and opened his mouth wide.

It's like a two-meter-long and eighty-centimeter-wide pillar, which is deep but unknown in geometry, inserted straight into this mass grave. The most important thing is that this pillar is indeed made of wood.

Ye Sangen took a shovel and pounded on the wooden post a few times. The texture was tough and elastic, and the brownish-yellow wood grain was clearly visible when the floating soil was scraped away.

"Speaking of which, I haven't touched this thing since the system started..."

In the middle of the night, while muttering, he stretched out his hand and pressed it:

[Kowloon Copper Wood] Information is unknown.

I don't know your sister!

Ye San rolled his eyes, this was the first time he encountered an item whose detailed information could not be identified by the system.

"But the name Jiulong Tongmu seems very domineering. I actually slept in a coffin made of this thing?"

Ye San thought about it, climbed up the pit again, and then jumped into the coffin.

The coffin was very shallow, and the edges had been rotted by time into black rotten wood. It looked like it could be rubbed into slag if it was squeezed hard, so Ye Sangen reached out and grabbed it.

Not moving.

"Ok?"

Ye Sangeng scratched his head, raised his shovel and knocked.

beep,

Still motionless.

"So hard?"

Bede squatted aside and blinked curiously when he saw this scene.

Although she didn't know what kind of soil she was digging in the middle of the night, this strange coffin pillar obviously aroused her interest.

Just as he leaned forward to take a closer look, Bede suddenly sniffled, frowned and said:

"What a strange smell, it's a bit like sandalwood, but it's also mixed with the smell of dead bodies, and there's an unpleasant smell that can't be said, hey!"

Bede suddenly trembled all over, a layer of goosebumps immediately appeared on his neck, and he quickly took two steps back.

"It's so uncomfortable, I feel like my soul is shaking..." Bede said in pain, covering his head.

She just leaned over to look at the wood grain for a while before she felt her scalp go numb and her whole body turn cold.

Ye Sangeng glanced at Bede and frowned.

He also watched it for a long time, but he didn't feel anything unusual at all.

But speaking of smell...

In the middle of the night, he leaned over and sniffed hard, and a faint smell of coke came into his nose.

"These black things are not rotten wood, but burned by fire?"

Stretching out his hand to rub the edge of the coffin, it really had the texture of charcoal, but he couldn't even wipe off a little charcoal dust.

Remembering that the coffin under his feet seemed to be carved out of a wooden pillar, Ye Sangen frowned.

"It looks like the coffin lid must have been burned off, but the wood is so hard, can the fire burn it away?"

"Hey, this is it?"

In the middle of the night, he was just looking at the edge of the coffin, but now he stood up and found that the bottom of the coffin standing under his feet was actually made of several pieces of wood, which seemed to overturn his previous judgment.

But the outer coffins are indeed integrated with the pillar, without even a gap, unless...

Ye Sangen raised his foot and stomped.

Bang bang bang.

Although the sound is a bit dull, it is definitely not the sound that can be made by stepping on a solid place.

"There is a play!"

With a flash in front of his eyes, Ye Sangen squatted down again, stretched out his hands and groped carefully at the bottom of the coffin.

Sure enough, he found a finger-thick black nail where his forehead was facing.

The nails were driven very deep, and only a little bit was exposed. If you didn't grope carefully, you might think it was the black lines formed by the damage of the wood.

Ye Sangen took a look at his fingernails, they were so fleshy that he couldn't even pinch a dish, so he waved and called Bede.

"Are you feeling better? Help me with something..."

"what?"

Bede hesitated and finally nodded.

"It seems like if I don't look at the wood grains, I'm fine, at most it's just disgusting."

Carefully stepping into the coffin, Bede stretched out her pink nails to the slightly exposed nail head,
With a clap,
A dark hole was exposed, and then the two of them exclaimed, and fell directly from the bottom of the coffin that suddenly collapsed...

　The father-in-law suddenly said that it was a heart attack and he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and my wife went to watch over it. I am at home with two children, and I may be a little slower in the next few days. Forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)