[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

Poker-Face caught me, and looked down at the human head ring on his finger.

"It's in Xiaozongzi's hand. The fourth child said that they each took one, which seems to be true." I smiled, "It's not suitable, I'd better go home and buy it."

Poker-Face rarely responds to other people's jokes. Usually he doesn't bother to talk to the fat man, but this time he looked up at me and smiled faintly.

Oops, I said in my heart to stop, don't cooperate with me too much, I am a very aggressive person sometimes.

But Poker-Face suddenly handed something in front of my eyes, which belonged to another snake head.

"You take it first." He said solemnly, "It's still useful."

I couldn't help laughing: "You too... who did you learn this from?"

Poker bottle took down the head ring and said, "Come here."

I saw that he was serious again, so I said to him: "Do you feel that we are destined to..."

Poker bottle looked at me sideways, I immediately coughed and said: "It is destined to come to open the coffin."

I do have this feeling. In fact, ever since we discovered the strangeness of this tomb and knew that there is such a coffin with all the truth inside, I have always felt that our profession was arranged to open the coffin.

Only when this coffin is opened can everything end.

This feeling is very strange. Sometimes people can feel the so-called God's will in the dark, and it may be that they have a foreknowledge of the upcoming crisis or turning point.

Anyway, this is the only option we have now.

Poker bottle nodded, but didn't say anything more.

I said: "Fortunately, we are still together." I don't know why I suddenly wanted to laugh, "Should I be more nervous?"

Poker Bottle reached out his hand to wipe the groove on the coffin lid, and said softly, "It will be ready soon."

I turned my head to look at him. I knew there were some things he didn't tell me, like the Zhang family.But he has a score, I can wait.

Poker Bottle snapped the head ring into the groove, and the groove made a crisp snapping sound, which sounded very refreshing.

This time I couldn’t help, he let out some blood again, like opening a bronze coffin, the unicorn’s blood melted into the fine lines centered on the groove, wandered on it, and then the whole black coffin seemed to be bleeding Light.

These lines are not only on the coffin lid, but also spread to other places in the coffin. This scene is like countless red threads wrapping the black coffin.

We looked at each other, and Poker Face turned the ring vigorously.

Some stutter at first, but the ring starts spinning on its own soon after it spins smoothly.

We stepped back a little and jumped onto the beam under the coffin, only to see that the lines on the entire black coffin became more distinct.

These lines form images, which I have never seen on murals.The overall feeling is very bad. If the murals are earth and heaven, then this must be hell.The contrast is still obvious. I don’t know if it’s because the combination of red and black colors has a great visual impact. I don’t know if the paintings on it are gods or ghosts, but they all look like yakshas.

Suddenly, another layer of "textures" was added to those lines. I saw clearly that those were not lines at all, but cracks, and the coffin was about to split.

Also at the same time, the beams under our feet began to vibrate, and the coffin also began to vibrate. My eyes flashed and I almost fell.

Poker-Face supported me and said, "Hold on." After he finished speaking, he directly used a knife to pry the gap on the coffin lid, motioning for me to join in, and we helped the things inside get out of the coffin, but we couldn't do anything. Definitely the outcome is good or bad.

The fat man yelled at the top if he wanted to help, and I yelled back and asked him to guard the top.

Finally, we pried off the entire coffin lid, and at the same time, a deafening roar suddenly exploded.

I couldn't identify the source of the sound, it was too loud, like a roar from the whole underground world here.

"Go up!" Poker bottle shouted, the voice was still going on, his voice was almost covered.

Poker Bottle pushed me, and Fatty pulled me and climbed up.

Turning his head to pull the oil bottle, the beam under the coffin suddenly changed, the bronze chain seemed to be pulled by something, and the one that the oil bottle stepped on before suddenly rotated 180 degrees.

Not only this one, but also the bronze chains wrapped around them, the other crossbars also began to translate and rotate.

Poker-Face has good balance and stabilized his body immediately, but I saw that he hadn't come up yet, so I couldn't help becoming impatient.

I yelled at him, "What are you waiting for!"

The stuffy oil bottle looked up at me.

At that moment, I can't accurately describe my feeling, as if my whole body was hit hard by something, and my mind was empty again, only his eyes remained.

I can see a lot of emotions and thoughts in his eyes.

In the past, Pokerfing's eyes were always indifferent, he couldn't see whether he was happy or worried, nothing could fall into his eyes, as if his heart was not in this world.

I've gotten used to that blankness and am now nailed by its sudden change.

"Back away first." Poker Bottle said.

The roar in my ears continued, but I just recognized his words.

The fat man started to pull me, and the fourth child also shouted to withdraw quickly.Because the glazed brick platform under our feet also began to shake, and everything trembled.

I stared at Poker Fing's eyes and understood the meaning in his eyes.

"wait for me."

Poker bottle said, I didn't hear it, it should be these two words from the shape of his mouth, then he turned his head and walked towards the coffin.

Just like in my previous fantasy.

I didn't go to stop him, my physical strength had actually reached its limit, and I was all supported by the idea of ​​escaping.Even standing next to him at this time would not be of any help.

So is the fat man, he's getting older.

I know very well that for the last thing, perhaps it is safest for Poker to do it alone.

If it was ten years ago, I would definitely jump off again desperately.At that time I had no conception of such matters, except that there was always a reason for meddling in one's own good.

I thought the original intention of the action was too simple, it was indeed simple, kind and innocent, but not necessarily correct.

Every man's problems are his own, and what he needs is the right solution.Later, I gradually understood Poker-Face's attitude of "my business has nothing to do with you". I couldn't really help him at that time, because I didn't have the correct answer.

If it is not right, then everything you do with good intentions can turn out to be the most evil thing for others.

Fortunately, I didn't really do any "bad things" at that time, and now it's past the time to be impulsive out of a mood.

In fact, the most important thing is that I saw those meanings in Poker-Face's eyes.

After returning from Changbai Mountain, Poker-Face was in a daze for a longer time, I knew he needed time.

But just now, I saw it in his eyes.

Certainty, confidence, and trust, and many other things that he rarely showed before.

It's certainly gratifying to me that we've brought him some changes after all.

I suddenly thought of an unreliable sentence that might make Poker Ping feel disgusted if he said it: his eyes can speak more than his mouth, and I can "understand" them.

Since he said let me wait, then wait.

I have been waiting for ten years, and it will not be so short of time.

We ran towards the edge of the glazed brick platform, the bricks under our feet were constantly breaking and vibrating.

"Damn it, you're so willing to run if you say so." The fat man shouted at me as he ran.

Fatty must also have confidence in Poker Bottle, otherwise he would have jumped down with him.

Between the three of us, there is really no need to say more.

When he asked this question, he took the air to ridicule me.

I ran as hard as I could, and took the time to answer: "Don't worry, I can tell, he has a score, let's talk..."

"Stop talking." The fat man interrupted me quickly.

His premonition was right, and to let him know that he was right, I shouted: "He hates me!" I insisted on saying it.

"The skin is thicker than glazed bricks!" the fat man shouted, and the fourth child also said something, with the same central idea.

I smiled.

We quickly jumped off the glazed brick platform and retreated to a stone gate. The fire was still burning, and I don't know if it was an illusion. I felt more vigorous than before, and my eyes were brighter.

Soon, the entire glazed brick platform began to collapse, and pieces of glazed bricks that were still shining with green light fell down one after another.The brick platform seems to be built around something, like a brick shell.

With another loud bang, the glazed bricks on the outer layer cracked, the shell shattered, and the contents inside were finally gradually exposed.

When I first saw it, I was very surprised. It seemed to be a living thing, the whole body was black, and it was huge.

In the firelight, it wriggled.