I'm a god in the infinite game

There was an inexplicable roar from the coffin, like the roar of some kind of country beast, and the coffin board was knocked by the things inside.

White dry hands protruded from the crack of the shaking coffin, and the deep black nails scraped deep sawdust on the coffin. It is conceivable how sharp these nails are, and the skin would be peeled off directly if they scratched on the human skin .

Mu Sicheng was so frightened that he pulled Bai Liu's hand and subconsciously wanted to run out, but Bai Liu caught him.

Not only did Bai Liu not run away, but she stepped forward and turned the talisman that had just been torn off, and pasted it back on the red line.

A strange thing happened, the coffin, which was shaking just now, suddenly became quiet.

The moment the talisman fell, a golden light appeared on the red line, and when the hands of the corpses who were about to break free from the shackles of the coffin touched the red line, white smoke rose like a scald, and there was an indistinct sound from inside the coffin. Howled, and after shaking twice as if unwillingly, finally returned to calm.

Kong Xuyang squinted his eyes when he saw this scene, and clicked his tongue impatiently in his heart.

Originally, he was going to see Bai Liu, a bastard, rush out of the temple in fright, but he didn't expect to come up with a solution for him so quickly.

But soon Kong Xuyang adjusted his expression, and hugged Yang Zhi in horror, like an ordinary person, but the sternness in his eyes couldn't go away, he stared at Bai Liu.

Indeed, the talisman is [An Sha Curse] turned upside down, and it can indeed last a while.

But if he can escape the first day of junior high school, he can't avoid the first seven. This talisman can't last until the first seven. He sees what Bai Liu will do.

Mu Sicheng stiffened into a wooden stick in front of Bai Liu, his chest heaved violently, and his pale face was facing the eight coffins. He was terrified at first sight.

He actually wanted to run away, but for some reason, Mu Sicheng always felt that leaving Bai Liu here alone, after that, facing Bai Liu would be more terrifying than facing these eight coffins.

There was no trace of fear on Bai Liu's face. He patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, and ordered in an ordinary manner: "Go light incense, light three sticks, worship three times, don't make four sticks, and avoid the altar."

Mu Sicheng's mind is still dizzy now, and as soon as Bai Liu gave orders, he said "Oh" and walked forward limply.

As a result, in the middle of the journey, Mu Sicheng was picking up the incense and preparing to worship. Out of the corner of his eye, he scanned the eight memorial niches arranged in a word on the table in front of the statue, and suddenly seemed to be stuck. paused.

Eight... niches?

Mu Sicheng turned his head slowly, and pointed at the coffin next to him with a helpless expression, his fingers trembling like nothing: "Bai, Bailiu, one more, one more coffin."

At this moment, Bai Liu was already kneeling on one knee beside the extra coffin, and was stretching out his fingers to carefully touch the corners and crevices of the coffin, and hummed without raising his head: "I see."

Looking at the extra coffin under the dim light, it seems that the specifications, size, color and material are similar, with black lacquer head, red thread around the waist, and bells at the four corners, but after careful observation, Bai Liu found this coffin of strangeness.

Bai Liu looked at the fingertips he had just touched the coffin, which was covered with a thin layer of loess.

This is a buried coffin.

Not only has it been buried, but the age of the burial must be quite old. The bells hanging on the four corners are brass bells, and the style is old. The style should be something from the end of the last dynasty a hundred years ago.

The red thread was new, like the other coffins used, and the coffin appeared to have been repainted. There was no evidence of wood decay, but there was a damp, rotten wood smell.

However, although the exterior has been repainted, it should not have been opened, and a layer of untouched loess can be touched along the mouth of the coffin.

There were no yellow symbols affixed to the coffin, so it was not safe at first glance.

Mu Sicheng shook his hands wanting to cry without tears: "Bai Liu, how could there be an extra coffin suddenly?!"

"What I'm more interested in now is why there are so many coffins." Bai Liu got up, walked past Mu Sicheng and walked to the altar that also had an extra niche. After looking at it for a while, he said thoughtfully, " I see."

Mu Sicheng carefully looked over Bai Liu's shoulder, and under Bai Liu's cover, he raised the video camera and began to film the memorial niche.

It's embarrassing to say, but just now he counted out one more niche, because he didn't dare to look at it because he was afraid, and now he dared to look under the dual protection of Bai Liu and the camera.

Mu Sicheng took pictures for a while. He looked at the altar on the small screen of the video recorder, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked wrong. His expression changed from doubt at the beginning, to disbelief, and now to confusion.

"This niche..." Mu Sicheng said in a daze, "Why is it from 1884?!"

The dates of birth and death written on the altar are astonishingly [1884-1900], and the gender name taboo is written extremely simply, with only one sentence, Li's daughter.

Mu Sicheng began to question himself, and took out his mobile phone to take a look: "We are in a modern society, why is this coffin more than 100 years ago?"

"After a married woman is buried, her husband's surname will be given to her as her surname." Bai Liu put her eyes on the coffin, "The one in this coffin is a 16-year-old woman who has not been married. She probably died during her marriage."

Mu Sicheng was stunned again: "Why did you die during the marriage?"

Bai Liu glanced lightly at Mu Sicheng, and Mu Sicheng inexplicably saw a bit of disgust from this look.

Bai Liu turned to look at the coffin, and explained: "After a woman gets married, she takes her husband's surname. If a woman from the Li family is buried with a man named Zhang, she should be buried under the name of [Zhang Li's], and the person buried in it is also Zhang. Family's ancestral grave."

"And the girl in this coffin was buried in the name of [Li's daughter]."

Bai Liu said lightly: "This is very interesting. Unmarried women were not allowed to enter the ancestral grave in those days, but the size of this coffin all shows that this woman was probably buried in the ancestral grave in the end. .”

"For the unmarried girl buried in the ancestral grave, I think there are two most likely situations. The first is that the girl has made a great contribution to the family, and the second is that the girl died on the way to get married."

"But the girl has a surname and no name. I am more inclined to the second situation."

Mu Sicheng suddenly realized: "Then why is it a coffin from 100 years ago?"

Bai Liu said calmly: "You have dug an ancient tomb, it's quite common in small isolated villages."

Kong Xuyang gritted his teeth while listening.

He had cleared up all the basic information that old man He Daniu had told Bai Liu about them before, and Bai Liu could forcefully push it out on his own.

What kind of monster is Bai Liu? !

"...It means that there is a century-old female corpse in this coffin?!" After Mu Sicheng realized what was in the coffin, he shuddered and took two steps back, with a worried expression on his face, "It's so scary."

Kong Xuyang stepped forward with a smirk and patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder: "Hey! Bai Liu is right if he is right? He just guessed casually, maybe he said it to scare you!"

Mu Sicheng retorted without hesitation: "Bai Liu is right even if he guessed casually."

Bai Liu looked over Mu Sicheng to look at Kong Xuyang, and nodded in agreement: "You are right, all this is just my guess, not necessarily accurate."

Kong Xuyang was taken aback by Bai Liu's words.

"Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth." Bai Liu stepped forward, put his hands on the top of the coffin, and pushed down with both hands, "Don't you know who is inside when you open it?"

Kong Xuyang didn't have time to stop him, and watched Bai Liu push the coffin lid away.

He and Yang Zhi, who had played the game once, were dumbfounded, watching Bai Liu release one of the strongest monsters in the game, Yinshan Village, in dumbfounded.

Mu Sicheng is completely down now, standing in front of the suddenly opened coffin with a blank expression, holding the camera in his left hand.

The coffin lid fell heavily, causing the floor to tremble, throwing out dust and loess.

In the dusty sky, Bai Liu patted the dust on his hands, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, took a step forward with the flashlight of his mobile phone, and approached the edge of the coffin.

The foggy feeling brought by the dust gradually dissipated, Bai Liu waved his hands to disperse the dust in front of him, and looked into the coffin with the help of the dim light and the light of the flashlight.

This coffin was just as Bai Liu had guessed, it was painted on the outside, but the inside had not been opened, as soon as it was opened, there was a musty smell of rotten wood.

The inside of the black and squishy coffin seeped water dripping down, and the wooden blocks were rotten and cracked. A dead body wearing a model wedding gown of cheongsam embroidered with lotus flowers lay peacefully at the bottom.

The bride is not tall, wearing a hair crown, her clothes are covered with a thick layer of ashes, her hands are folded under her heart, her thumbs are raised, and a weighing pole with a pocket made of red thread is wrapped around the clasped hands. , about an inch long.

A foggy bronze mirror is inlaid on the top of the coffin, reflecting the bride's feet in black boots, and the satin hijab of the mandarin ducks and Shuangxi. to looks.

Bai Liu's eyes moved to the bride's hands folded on her heart, and she paused for a moment.

The skin of these hands is plump and the nails are round, like jade wax sculptures. Not only do they not have any traces of dryness and decay, they even look fresher than the corpse next to them that has just died for two days.

Not only that, the whole corpse was straight and upright, the knees were slightly bent, and the clothes didn't collapse at all due to the decay of the corpse.

—looks like a real person.

Bai Liu's eyes scanned the entire corpse, and then returned to the scale beam with his hands clasped together. He stretched out his hand without any fear, and pulled the scale beam out of the bride's corpse with a little force.

Although there is dust on the wooden scale beam, it can be seen that the workmanship is exquisite. It is carved with a dragon and a phoenix intertwined. It is obviously a joy pole used to lift the bride's hijab.

Kong Xuyang saw that Bai Liu had pulled out the joy stick without saying a word, his eyes became uncontrollably frightened, and he couldn't help but reminded: "Don't move!"

The inside of the coffin was originally foggy, and the bronze mirror that only vaguely reflected the feet suddenly turned aside at the moment the happy rod was pulled out, and it became clear that a face painted with white powder and rouge was clearly visible on it. It is the face of the bride.

The face of the bride in the coffin was still covered by the hijab, so she couldn’t see it at all, but the bride in the mirror smiled coquettishly, turned her head 360 degrees, and stared straight at the woman holding the wedding pole with her piercing eyes. Bai Liu, sang in a desolate and tactful way:

"Sister-in-law—come back and talk—"

"Poor you, my bone beside the Wuding River, you are still the person in your spring girl's dream!"