Tomb robber: Tuantuan, I am a national treasure!

Jinnian took a deep breath and unconsciously clenched his hands that were holding the butterfly wings.

The eyeballs didn't feel any pain at all, but instead stuck even tighter.

"Xin Yue.............you, come and see."

Yin Xinyue stood up, brushed off the dust on the hem of her clothes, and came over.

Er Yuehong never taught him about death and funerals, hoping that he would never encounter such things.

But he couldn't help but always go out to play with Chenpi, and over time, this kind of thing really happened.

It wasn't all about funerals, it was about a little girl whose father died of illness. Jinnian and Chenpi had met her before when they were catching crabs, and her home was nearby.

Jinnian was still young at that time. Seeing the little girl crying, crying in front of a wooden box, he felt bad and looked up to ask Chenpi why she was crying in front of that thing.

Chenpi said that it was a coffin, and the person she loved lay inside it.

At that time, Jinnian was confused and didn't know whether he understood or not.

Finally, when the little girl stopped crying, he gave her all the money in his pocket. Chenpi had been frowning, with disapproval in his eyes.

Jinnian saved everyone, but how many people could he save with the money he had?

In the end, it will attract the covetousness of those gangsters.

Chen Pi automatically ignored the fact that he was also a small gangster before, and was still thinking about the past of Zai Jinnian, the big enemy, for money.

After Jinnian gave the money, he looked at the little girl's smile because she had money to buy a real coffin, and he smiled too.

Chenpi looked at the dimples on both sides of Jinnian's cheeks and suddenly remembered that he had seen the little girl's father before. He was very old and, like his grandmother, always hunched over.

If there was no Jinnian, where would he be now?

Later, the little girl was taken home by Jinnian and became his playmate. She usually followed Xiaodong and Fu Bo. Because of her good singing, she was finally transferred to the opera house. After practicing for several years, she became a member of the troupe and finally had a place to stay.

Uncle Fu had also gotten used to Jinnian's habit of picking up people and bringing them back home, so he settled them down properly. The people serving in Jinnian's yard, including a few young guards, were all picked up by him from outside.

After Er Yuehong found out, not only did he not say anything to him, he also kissed Jinnian on the forehead and said that no matter how many people he brought back, his brother could afford to support them.

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Jinnian looked at these large wooden boxes, and his vague memories of the past suddenly became clear.

I remembered the feeling of Er Yuehong's soft lips against my own, remembered Chen Pi's gloomy face as he gave the money from selling crabs to the little girl, remembered the little girl's blushing face as she sang the new opera she had learned to him, remembered... the original wooden box.

Because they had no money and could not afford a stone or wooden coffin, they could only use a wooden box instead of a coffin.

This kind of box is usually used to store miscellaneous items. The edges are rough and it is not even qualified to be used as furniture, but it is cheap.

Because it is cheap, people in the alley tacitly regard it as a coffin...It is useful in daily life and can be used as a coffin after death, so it is not wasted.

The wealthy families even imitated the ancient princes and made a jade coffin. The better ones would have a stone coffin, or a wooden coffin made of precious wood. However, in their alley, they just accepted it and put it in a wooden box like this.

In fact, if you want to make it simpler, you can just roll up a mat and it can be used.

The little girl was crying breathlessly. The most fundamental reason was that she failed to buy a wooden coffin for her father. It didn't need to be made of expensive materials, just a coffin-like shape would be better than this shabby wooden box.

If this kind of wooden box is of poor quality and is buried in the ground, the soil may even leak in.

Jinnian looked at the wooden box with mixed feelings.

In addition to recalling this memory, he also felt a little uneasy. How could he not know that there were these things in the Buddha's mansion?

No matter what it was, big or small, Master Buddha and his brother never hid anything from him.

(In fact, he doesn’t understand big things, and he doesn’t like to hear small things.)

He has been to the mansion so many times, how come he has never seen these before?

He was somewhat doubtful whether this was the guest room in the Buddha's mansion.

Not to mention the different location, even the coffin itself is a bit strange.

Wooden boxes have always been popular in the alley, but in recent years, they are almost gone. Er Yuehong usually helps some people, and coffins have become cheaper in recent years, so there is no need to use this kind of wooden boxes.

Also, he had endured that green light for a long time. Buddha didn’t have such bad taste!

"What are you daydreaming about? What do you want me to look at?"

Yin Xinyue looked at the wooden box in front of her. Although she found it weird, she was from Peking and the eldest daughter of the Xinyue Hotel. She was naturally precious. Let alone a wooden box, she had never seen a coffin before. She knew even less than Jinnian.

Although she knew what a coffin looked like from books or from what other people said, she had never seen a real one. What's more, this was just a broken wooden box, so she really couldn't associate it with anything else.

Jinnian's eyes were burning, and once the idea of ​​doubt formed, it continued to grow and take shape.

He handed the lamp to Yin Xinyue, then walked forward and opened the lid of the wooden box.

Yin Xinyue was stunned watching from the side. Still remembering the monster outside, she asked him cautiously and anxiously what he was doing.

Jinnian pursed her lips, exerted force, and flipped the lid over.

Perhaps it was due to poor quality or disrepair, the lid was pulled off by Jinnian and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The board fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Yin Xinyue covered her mouth and nose and raised the dim light higher.

Dust swept the entire room. Jinnian stood in the middle. The dim light flickered. The butterfly emitted fluorescent light and landed on his hand. Jinnian did not move at all, as if nothing had happened.

Yin Xinyue covered her nose and didn't dare to call him, for fear that once she opened her mouth, she would get a mouthful of mud.

Jinnian's handsome face didn't even wrinkle. He sniffed, and as he expected, he didn't feel any dust in his nose.

It's just an illusion...

The blue wings beside him kept flickering, trying to sense its existence and wanting his touch.

Jinnian closed his eyes. The dust that should have dissipated became as violent as a tornado, swirling and whistling in the sky above the room as if it was about to rush down.

Ignoring the thing hovering above her head, Yin Xinyue walked forward and pulled Jinnian, seemingly wanting him to hide in the corner with her.

She walked up to Jinnian and saw those beautiful eyes slowly open, emitting a divine golden color. Yin Xinyue was stunned and even forgot why she came here.

Jinnian looked around with an indifferent look, and after seeing the desolation around him, he understood everything.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they had turned a moist black.

Yin Xinyue was frightened by his acrobatic performance. She froze in place and began to doubt whether she was awake or not.

Jinnian grabbed Yin Xinyue's sleeve with a smile in his eyes.

“Xinyue, don’t be afraid, you can let go of my hand… breathe, yes, you can breathe.”

Yin Xinyue looked at the dust rising in front of her eyes. The yellowish mud was mixed with black sand and gravel, which was extremely weird. But Jinnian, who was almost in the center, was fine.

She lowered her eyes and slowly released her hands that were covering her mouth and nose.

At first she held her breath silently, and slowly, when she couldn't hold it anymore, she took a breath. Yin Xinyue looked up in disbelief and met Jinnian's beautiful big eyes.

"Didn't I lie to you?"

The pearls on Yin Xinyue's ears swayed with her movements, and she looked like she had been anesthetized and had not yet recovered.

The "sandstorm" in the room was still howling, and it looked like it was going to blow the entire room away.

Yin Xinyue was guided to touch the flying sand and dust, but she felt nothing. It turned out to be just a paper tiger.

After seeing Yin Xinyue come back to her senses, Jinnian asked her to pay attention to whether there was a fertile period outside, and he walked to the coffin.

Although Yin Xinyue was confused, she remembered the ugly monster who had just chased the two people, so she obediently went to "stand guard".

Jinnian slowly lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the first coffin.

The strong smell of decay was like a monster with bared fangs and claws, rushing into the nose impatiently and making people feel nauseous.

At the bottom of the coffin, a few strands of ink-black hair were like a bunch of strange vines, swirling and twisting, firmly stuck on it. From time to time, a few drops of sticky liquid dripped onto the wall of the box. The dark red color seemed like sticky blood that was poisoned by a deadly poison, emitting a smell that made him uncomfortable.

Could it be that the short and fat hairy creature just now really crawled out from here?

A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Jinnian's heart.

He clearly used his strength to sense that the dangerous aura could not be faked; it came from the mysterious thing behind him.

However, everything in the guest room, starting from the sudden "sand storm", seemed weird and fake.

This coffin did not match what he had imagined, and he seriously suspected that it was also fake.

But what is real and what is fake? Where did it go wrong?

Jinnian shook his hands anxiously, only to feel that his hands, which had touched the board, had a sticky and wet feeling, as if a slippery snake was clinging to them, which was creepy.

The first coffin was placed outside, some distance away from the other coffins, as if it was deliberately isolated.

It stood there quietly, exuding an indescribable eerie atmosphere, and the smell of decay became stronger and stronger, as if attracting people to explore it and uncover what it hid.

Jinnian stopped looking at it. The hair made him feel uncomfortable and he didn't want to look at it anymore. No matter if it was real or not, the disgusting look of the hair couldn't be faked. He was reluctant to touch the hair from the bottom of his heart.

Enduring the discomfort, Jinnian picked up the lid from the ground and restored it with a frown.

The second coffin was right next to it, which was even more unbelievable as it didn't even have a lid. Jinnian hadn't noticed it before, but now that he saw it, he felt it was too perfunctory...as if it was just shoved in to make up the number?

It was completely empty inside, with only the outer side of the big box made of rotten wooden boards pieced together. It was even more rotten than the first coffin and didn't even have a lid.

It looked so tattered that it didn't look like a coffin. Instead, it looked more like something used to hold junk. It just stood there so abruptly. If the other coffins came to life, they would probably laugh at it.

Yin Xinyue was standing next to them, holding a lamp, leaning against the wall, her eyes opening and closing, looking like she was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

The light in their hands flickered in the dim room, as if it would go out at any time. I don't know how many times the two people took photos of it before they could light it up.

Her eyes were fixed on the door, her heart beating like a drum. Normally she wouldn't go to bed at this time, it wasn't her sleeping time, but now she felt a little sleepy.

Thanks to Jinnian's instructions just now, she was able to resist the urge to fall asleep.

She tilted her head and saw Jinnian standing in front of the wooden box, motionless, as if he was bewitched.

That delicate face, under the dim light, had a bit of compassionate divinity. However, if someone who was not familiar with him looked at him, they would think that he was not some fairy with compassion for all living beings, but rather a charming elf who exuded a mysterious and bewitching aura.