The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

When seeing Lu Zhaoling reaching out to touch the coffin nails, the one who reacted the most was Lord Chen.

Lord Chen's heart suddenly rose to his throat and he almost wanted to speak out to dissuade her.

He did not forget that it was here that he was scratched by the nail, and then a big bunch of fleshy grapes grew on his lower back!

It was so painful that he still gets shivers when he thinks about it now.

Lin Rong stared at Lu Zhaoling's hand closely.

Zhou Shiyue looked exceptionally calm. But Qingfeng noticed that the prince's left hand, which was behind his back at the waist, had pinched into his palm.

Qingyin and Qingbao held their breath. Their bodies were ready, ready to charge at any time.

As long as the young lady is in danger, they will rush over immediately.

The others also stared at Lu Zhaoling intently, and it felt like they were almost forgetting to breathe.

Compared to everyone else's nervousness, Lu Zhaoling seemed very relaxed.

She reached out and touched the coffin nail that was not nailed firmly. As soon as her fingers touched it, she seemed to hear a strange roar in her ears.

As soon as the hand was removed, the sound disappeared.

After a pause, she moved her fingers again, and the roar in her ears sounded again.

It sounded a bit far away, like the roar of some animal in the woods. If one was distracted, listening to such a sound would make one feel very uneasy and scary.

But Lu Zhaoling calmly stroked the nail head, carefully distinguishing the roaring sound.

Zhou Shiyue had sharp eyes. He seemed to see the coffin tilting slightly, but perhaps the amplitude was too slight. He could not be sure for a moment whether the coffin was really tilting towards Lu Zhaoling or he was seeing things.

His eyes moved to Lu Zhaoling's face, but he couldn't see any reaction from her.

Could it be that he was wrong?

His eyes continued to fall on the coffin.

Lu Zhaoling withdrew her hand, picked up the screwdriver she had asked someone to borrow from the ground, and began to pry open the nails of the coffin.

hiss.

Seeing her actions, everyone gasped.

"Can this be pried open?" someone quietly asked the person next to him.

The person next to him was at a loss, "You ask me, I don't know either."

Lin Rong looked at Lu Zhaoling's slender hands and asked, "Second Miss Lu, can I pry it open?"

It would be a bad idea to let her do such rough work herself, right?

At this moment, Lu Zhaoling was still sighing in her heart that her fellow apprentices were not around and she had to do this kind of thing by herself, when she heard Lin Rong's words.

She looked towards Lin Rong and took a close look at his face.

Eh, it seems to work. Lord Lin’s evil spirit works here.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Then come on, Master Lin."

Lin Rong was happy to be able to help and immediately walked over.

Just now, when they were watching from a distance, they just felt that the coffin was a little creepy and didn't notice anything wrong. But now, as soon as they stepped into the tomb and got closer to the coffin, Lin Rong felt something was wrong.

He paused in his steps.

When Zhou Shiyue saw him pause, his brows slightly frowned.

Is there something wrong?

Lu Zhaoling explained at this time, "Master Lin, did you feel an instant chill?"

Cold?

Zhou Shiyue looked at Lu Zhaoling's thin dress and couldn't help but move.

But as soon as he moved, Lu Zhaoling's eyes swept over him, "Don't come over."

Lin Rong said, "It's like going from hot summer to cold winter in an instant. How could this coffin be so cold?"

"Well, this black coffin is full of corpse qi, and the bottom of the coffin is connected to the underworld, so of course it's cold." Lu Zhaoling took out a talisman and handed it over, "Master Lin, put it on your chest."

Lin Rong immediately took the talisman and carefully placed it on his chest.

Lord Chen stared at the talisman eagerly.

He wanted it too. He had used up all his talismans, and now he felt like he was running naked, without any sense of security.

After Lin Rong put the talisman away, the bone-chilling coldness eased a lot, but it was still obviously very cool.

It's just a few steps away, but it feels like two different seasons.

He looked at Lu Zhaoling and found that her lips seemed slightly paler than before.

"I'm much better now, are you okay, Miss?"

Lu Zhaoling shook her head. "It's okay. Help me pry up the coffin nails first. Be careful. If you hurt your fingers, let go immediately. Don't let the wound touch the coffin."

Lu Zhaoling solemnly warned him, "Don't let your blood drip onto the coffin."

After saying that, she glanced at Lord Chen.

Lord Chen felt a pang of distress at her glance.

Is there any significance to this? Because he was scratched before, so at least some of his blood must have touched the coffin, right?

Lu Zhaoling didn't let him guess randomly and told him directly.

"Like Lord Chen, he bled here before, and this time he almost lost his life in the village."

Phew. So there really is a connection.

Fortunately, we have Miss Lu’s talisman!

"Sir Chen, please step back a little. If anything happens later, you will be the first to bear the brunt." Lu Zhaoling said again.

Lord Chen suddenly retreated about ten steps.

Zhou Shiyue glanced at him.

"Your Highness, I, your humble subject, will listen to the Second Young Lady and must not cause any trouble for her." Lord Chen quickly explained.

He is definitely not afraid of death.

Zhou Shiyue retracted his gaze and ignored him. Lord Chen was a little annoyed. This time, his performance was outperformed by Lin Rong!

Lin Rong kept Lu Zhaoling's words in mind and pried the nail carefully.

He found that the coffin nails were thick and long, and seemed to be stained with something black, greasy and dirty, and even a little rusty.

After prying out a nail, a hint of coldness came through the nail hole, which made his hand shrink.

"Give me."

Lu Zhaoling took out a talisman, picked up the nail, immediately wrapped it with the talisman, and then placed it next to the wine glass in front of the grave.

Lin Rong then pried out six more.

Lu Zhaoling wrapped them up one by one with talismans and placed them in a row in front of the grave.

The last nail.

Lin Rong pried a few times, and with a click, a wooden splinter suddenly popped out from the coffin lid next to the nail. It was so sharp that it pierced his palm.

hiss.

Lin Rong felt a slight pain and secretly thought that something was wrong, so he immediately withdrew his hand.

But it was too late, he clearly felt blood dripping.

"Master Lin, your hand is bleeding!"

A bailiff shouted.

Lu Zhaoling's expression changed slightly. He flicked his hand and a talisman flew over, just right under Lin Rong's palm.

With a click.

A drop of blood just happened to fall.

Lin Rong quickly covered his injured hand, retracted his hand, and took a step back.

He looked carefully and saw that the dripping blood was caught by the talisman.

But before he could feel relieved, he saw that the coffin under the talisman seemed to be sucking blood, and the drop of bright red blood was clearly seeping through the talisman paper.

Lu Zhaoling quickly stepped forward, grabbed the talisman paper with one hand, held it between his fingers, and shook his wrist slightly, and the talisman immediately began to burn.

The smoke looked a little red where his blood was stained.

They had never seen such a scene before and their eyes widened.

In a tree in the distance, an old woman was climbing on a branch, looking over here.