After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

It's not that Yan Shixun has never seen hanging coffins.

Because of the vast territory, different customs and traditions exist in different regions. Out of blessings for the dead, different interpretations of funeral rites are made, and many funeral situations have been derived from this.

The bones of the dead are sealed in the coffin, and then the warriors and their family members carry the coffin up, and place it on the wooden poles that have already been fixed on the mountain wall, so that the coffin hangs high in the air, so that it will not be eaten by wild animals, and the soul can also be saved. passed away.

From a distance, this kind of funeral looks like a coffin hanging out of thin air on the mountain wall. Looking around, it looks like the soul of the deceased is far away from the ordinary world, which is extremely shocking.

So it is called hanging coffin.

This represents the family's deepest wishes for the deceased, hoping that the remains of the deceased can be preserved after death, and that the deceased can go to the next reincarnation.

However, burial due to hanging coffins requires too much skill. If you are not skilled, the coffin bearer may fall off the cliff with the coffin, or the coffin may slip due to the unstable fixation of the load-bearing wooden pole.

Therefore, there are not many people who know this craft, and it gradually disappears in the inheritance.

Up to now, this ancient and rare custom and tradition has long since disappeared.

The hanging coffins that Yan Shixun saw before were all relics of old coffins left over a hundred years ago.

Moreover, most of the hanging coffins he saw borrowed from the terrain, not only for people to find a foothold on the mountain wall, but also for people to rely on under the coffin.Once the load-bearing wooden pole breaks accidentally, the coffin will not fall off the cliff.

And even the remains of hanging coffins of a village or caste, there are only hundreds of them, and with the passage of time, the wooden poles will decay and can no longer support the hanging coffins placed on them, causing the coffins to fall off the cliff. There won't be too many left.

Although at first sight, you will be puzzled by the unique funeral methods of these coffins, and shocked by the superb craftsmanship of the craftsmen in the past, but after all, there are not many of them, and even the shock is limited.

However, what Yan Shixun saw at this time was different from what he saw before.

——This is thousands of coffins hanging neatly on the entire smooth and steep mountain wall.

The wooden coffins with cocked heads are arranged in a patchwork pattern on the mountain wall, which looks like an army marching in line, which is breathtaking.

Yan Shixun supported the mountain wall beside him with one hand, and stepped on the hanging coffin. The mountain wind blew up from the abyss below him, and the hem of his coat fluttered up and down, making a sound of hunting.

He was shocked in place.

Thousands of coffins mean... the death of thousands of lives.

His heart sank down, he felt that the weight of thousands of hanging coffins was pressing on his heart.

Yan Shixun never thought that he would see such a scene.

Not to mention the audience in front of the split screen.

They were also very nervous because of Yan Shixun's face-to-face encounter with the villagers with dead faces. Some timid people screamed out of fright at the green and white dead face, and were almost stimulated by Yan Shixun's unconventional way of avoiding. The heart beat so violently that it jumped out of the heart, and some people with fear of heights even vomited out of fear at that scene.

But the audience never expected that something more exciting than excitement would always be waiting for them in the next second.

As soon as the screen turned, the camera pointed at the mountain wall.

Thousands of hanging coffins are barely illuminated by pale lanterns, silent in the weak light and cold mist in the mountains, but still strange and shocking.

The audience who were caught off guard by this scene suddenly felt their scalps numb and about to explode.

[Day!What is this riding horse, what is it! ! !Don't tell me they are all coffins! ]

[Stunned, is this hanging the coffin on the mountain?How did you do it?The child has never seen this scene! ]

[Holy shit, I always thought the cemetery was scary because the coffins were buried underneath and we couldn't see them, so we were scared.But I never expected... In fact, the coffin is more scary when it is placed outside! ! ]

[I was so frightened that I jumped up on the spot, and my head hit the bed board of my upper bunk. It hurt so bad, I couldn't stop crying. ]

[Can I be miserable?I was watching the live broadcast on the train, but I was so frightened that I subconsciously backed away and fell off the upper bunk...]

[A few minutes ago, I was still hesitating. Is it too naive to go to sleep with my mother when I am in my 20s.Now...Mom! ! !Woo hoo, save the child, save the child! ]

[Silently pulls the quilt up over his head.Well, I feel a chill on my back, it must be because of the air leakage in the bed, not because there is a ghost behind me. ]

[At first glance, it really looks like a ghost town, and I got goosebumps, hiss! ]

When Yan Shixun realized that what he was stepping on was also a hanging coffin, and it was not on the same side as the opposite mountain wall, he immediately looked down at his feet.

Then he saw that under his feet, it turned out to be a similar scene to the opposite mountain wall.

It is also a hanging coffin with no end in sight!

It's as if the abyss is vertically downward, and the two sides of the mountain walls are facing each other silently. There are coffins hanging everywhere in the criss-cross pattern.

endless.

These dead bodies sealed in hanging coffins have been in such a quiet and uninhabited place for an unknown amount of time. Some coffins have faded due to long-term erosion, and some are still brand new, as if they can still smell the varnish painted on the coffins. odor.

The oldest ones seem to be decades old, the newest...

Yan Shixun suddenly realized something, and quickly raised his eyes to look up.

The villagers with lanterns carried coffins on their shoulders.

From this point of view, the purpose of their carrying the coffin here may be to hang the coffin on the mountain wall.

Is this... the real face of the Winter Solstice Festival?

If this is the case, then for decades, the ceremonies presided over by Master Shigong will bury the dead in hanging coffins, which is really worthy of this shocking number.

Yan Shixun also remembered that he was in the coffin when he woke up, and before he lost consciousness, he also saw countless coffins placed in the small wooden building of the village chief's house.

And the doors of the rooms in the village chief's house were opened, and there were no previous people inside.

I am afraid that those people are in the coffins on the shoulders of the villagers at this time.

There are four festivals held every year, if each festival is as huge as what we see today.

This means that those who disappeared in Changshou Village, as well as those who died in Nancun Village and even people from other villages near Nanming Mountain...

Their bodies are all here.

They are all in the hanging coffin.

Yan Shixun's Adam's apple rolled, his throat felt sore, and he couldn't say a word.

The dead bodies in the hanging coffins don’t know who they were, their relatives who lit a lamp and waited to go home, who they were friends who were looking forward to with hope, and who they were lovers who kissed before leaving.

For those who disappeared in Changshou Village, their relatives and friends will sincerely wish them blessings during the festival, hoping that they will live well.

However, the people outside the mountain didn't know that they had all turned into cold corpses, hanging in the deep mountain, no one was watching and crying.

Even though this guess is the closest to the truth after sorting out all the clues, Yan Shixun still had a moment, hoping that he made a wrong judgment.

Rather than... Thousands of lives died here silently.

"Shi Xun?"

Ye Li noticed Yan Shixun's silence.

He sighed softly, put his arm around Yan Shixun's shoulder, and patted his back comfortingly.

"The deaths of these people have become facts. You can't change the established facts. Life and death have their own rules, and yin and yang can function normally."

Ye Li comforted Yan Shixun softly, "It's not your fault."

"I know."

Yan Shixun blinked quickly, looking over Ye Li's shoulder at the hanging coffins with deep pain in his eyes.

However, even though reason tells him that the facts cannot be changed, as a ghost exorcist, and even as a human being, he still feels deep pain for the loss of these lives.

Because of this, he was even more angry with the instigator of all this.

Master...

Yan Shixun's eyebrows suddenly darkened.

The master kept saying that he would make those people's lives no longer painful, but his so-called method was to kill those people.

What kind of happiness is this!

In order to accomplish his purpose, he actually killed so many lives, which is simply sinful.

But at the same time, Yan Shixun also realized that Master was able to remain safe and sound after killing such a person, and even escaped the trial and pursuit from ghosts and gods. Even Ye Li also personally proved that Master used a special method. In the dream, in order to win him over to participate in his plan, Shigong said——

Master, I am afraid that he has gone through thousands of life-and-death journeys, arrived at the most original source of life and death, and touched the Dao.

Only in this way can it be explained why the Heaven and Earth Avenue has not done anything to the master until now.

However, if this is the case, then such a peculiar funeral method should have another purpose.

Master may have obtained the power he needs in this process.

If the chrysanthemum proves the master's desire for "life" and obtains vitality from the living, how does "death" come about?

There is yang without yin, and there is no Tai Chi.

Master must also shuttle through "death" in order to complete the understanding and detachment of life and death.

Will this answer be hidden in the hanging coffin?

Yan Shixun frowned, looked up at the villagers who carried the coffin on the mountain road.

The incident that Yan Shixun broke open the coffin just now did not affect the actions of the villagers.

They are like puppets without self-awareness, only follow orders.Even though there was a deafening noise ahead, they continued to move forward without any reaction, neither panic nor curiosity.

Even the two villagers who were carrying Yan Shixun's coffin walked forward mechanically without the coffin on their shoulders, and even maintained their original posture, as if they didn't realize that the coffin had disappeared.

Yan Shixun pursed his lips.

I'm afraid that the villagers who carried the coffin also died.

Although Yan Shixun didn't know why some villagers were in the coffin, but another part of the villagers were responsible for carrying the coffin.

But he knew one thing now——

In Changshou Village, there are no living people.

Whether it's the hiking team, the patients, Yanana...they're all dead.

I'm afraid that even the old people in the longevity village in the lower reaches are so healthy and long-lived.

Along the entire narrow mountain road, one coffin after another was silently carried up the mountain, and the pale lanterns became the last light of farewell.

Yan Shixun had never seen a new hanging coffin in recent years before, nor had he personally seen the whole funeral process of the hanging coffin being carried up.

I never thought about it.

But at this moment, he saw things that were beyond the scope of his original cognition.

Even if there was a custom of hanging coffins to be buried back then, no one would have thought that the person outside the coffin was also dead.

"Before I entered the dream, I saw that Nan Tian was also stuffed into the coffin."

Yan Shixun looked serious: "Since I woke up in a coffin, Nan Tian should also be in the coffin now, he is among these coffins."

"Although it's not clear what Shigong is going to use these hanging coffins for, it's best to save Nan Tian first."

The fact that Master was able to escape from Ye Li twice made Yan Shixun extremely alert.

He still remembered how those underworld messengers fled in panic and died under the sword of the Yin soldiers under the [-] Yin soldiers summoned by Ye Li on the highway outside Binhai City.

He did not doubt Ye Li's power as a ghost and god, and because of this, he doubted Shigong even more.

The so-called special method...what the hell is it?

He was able to escape the pursuit of Heaven and Earth Dao and ghosts and gods.

Under such danger, Yan Shixun would not ignore Nan Tian's safety.

Ye Li nodded: "What are you going to do? Do you need my help?"

"If you want, you can stand here and wait for a while, and I will solve everything and come back."

Ye Li leaned forward with a natural posture, approached Yan Shixun, and said with a light smile, "As long as you call my name... the heaven and the earth will respond to you."

Yan Shixun was not moved at all, he smirked: "Stay away from me, it's blocking the way."

Ye Li was as good as he was, and took half a step back calmly with a smile.

But on the hanging coffin with limited space, even if Ye Li retreated, the two were still very close.

With their similarly strong and slender bodies, they would touch each other's shoulders when they turned around a little.

Yan Shixun frowned slightly, but when he saw Ye Li's innocent eyes as if there was nothing he could do about it, he could only sigh in his heart, relax his tense muscles as much as possible, and let himself get used to it. Ye Li approached, but really focused on the countless dead bodies in all directions.

He raised his head and looked up in serious thought.

Although Yan Shixun knew that Ye Li's proposal was the best way, after all, he didn't know which coffin Nan Tian was in, and the narrow mountain road less than one foot wide made it extremely difficult to deal with the villagers and find the coffin. difficulty.

However, Yan Shixun is also clear that Yeli is a ghost, and the matter of strangers... should be resolved by strangers themselves.

He hasn't got the habit of throwing the responsibility originally on his shoulders to other people. Even though he is gradually getting used to having Ye Li by his side, the behavior style he has formed is still difficult to change.

Ye Li saw what Yan Shixun was thinking, and he didn't force himself.

Based on his understanding of the beloved ghost exorcist, he already knew that the other party would not accept this sentence before he said it.

But...it's a good start, isn't it?

Yan Shixun looked up at the villagers seriously, thinking about how to find and rescue Nan Tian.

But Ye Li stared at Yan Shixun with a smile in his long and narrow eyes.

Shi Xun will gradually get used to his existence, trust him, and even... Willing to rely on him.

When Yan Shixun was thinking about how to save Nan Tian, ​​Nan Tian was also missing Yan Shixun crazily, praying with tears that nothing would happen to Yan Shixun, and that he would come to rescue him sooner.

Nan Tian had a hard time in the coffin.

Cold, dark, and the sense of fear of not knowing what happened, he was pressing towards Nantian all the time, giving him the illusion of being out of breath.

He stared in horror at the coffin cover above his head, and subconsciously grabbed the clothes in front of his chest with his palms, desperately trying to restrain his panic and despair.

Nan Tian knew rationally that he had to keep calm, try to save himself, delay the time he was still alive, and wait for Yan Shixun to find him.

He bit his mouth, not daring to make a sound, for fear that there were more terrifying things outside the coffin, and his voice would bring disaster.

Not only harmed himself, but also dragged Yan Shixun back.

Nan Tian could only hold on tightly to the fabric on his chest, feeling that it was like a warm hand warmer in his palm, and desperately told himself not to be afraid.

But in such an environment alone, want to keep calm, easier said than done?

Nan Tian could only hear the sound of the wind and his own heartbeat, and his eyes were useless because of the darkness. The more he tried to comfort himself to keep calm, the more his brain seemed to be against him, thinking wildly.

What's worse, when he listened to his pounding heartbeat and tried to tell himself to live, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

— Am I really, still alive?

Even, are these heartbeats really real, not something I imagined?

It's like staring at the words for a long time and then unable to recognize the meaning of the words, Nan Tian suddenly felt, maybe, these heartbeats are also his own illusions?

Maybe, in fact, I'm dead?

Nan Tian remembered that he had no idea how he actually appeared in the village. His last normal memory was the small wooden building of the program group.

He should be sleeping on the bed instead of appearing here out of nowhere, he doesn't have the habit of sleepwalking.

If you think about it this way... there is only one possibility.

He is actually dead.

When such a sentence came to mind, Nan Tian's heart was cold, but at the same time, he felt a sense of peace of mind that the dust had settled.

Ah...so that's the case.

I am already dead.

No wonder.

Nan Tian remembered a saying he heard when he asked the master about his nightmare.

When you see a dead person in your dream, it means that the dead person came back to visit the living person, or, the living person is about to die, and the deceased elder came back to take the child to the underworld, so as not to let the child get lost or fail to cross the river.

The more Nan Tian thought about it, the more she felt that it made sense. That's right. Grandma never came back to visit her in the past so many years. How could it be such a coincidence that she appeared this time?

And grandma still looked so angry, she let herself go.

So, since I was dead at the time, Grandma wanted me to go back to the world.

After consciously thinking everything through, Nan Tian froze suddenly, his whole body was like a dead body in the cold coffin, even breathing lightly.

He stared blankly at the darkness in front of him, and slowly loosened the hand that was holding the fabric tightly. The breath that had been supporting him all this time suddenly relaxed.

A drop of hot tears slid down Nan Tian's cheek.

In no one's place, he choked up unbearably.

Before life and death, even a calm and rational person will not remain untouched.

What's more, Nan Tian is afraid of ghosts, and he is not a strong enough person.

Just when Nan Tian's mind was shaking violently, in the darkness, someone grinned.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, the pain of parting."

The old voice twirled with a mysterious rhythm, softly ringing in Nan Tian's ears.

"Since you hate death, why not seek a place where there is no pain?"

The voice was extremely bewitching, and Nan Tian, ​​who was originally confused and desperate, suddenly seemed to have found someone who could understand him and point him in the right direction.

He subconsciously felt that this voice could be trusted.

Nan Tian blinked his eyes slowly, and turned his head to look to the side.

He clearly remembered that he was in the coffin, why there was a sound...

In the next second, Nan Tian's eyes widened.

He saw that the coffin, which should have been pitch black, turned into a whole field of yellow and white chrysanthemums.

Large tracts of chrysanthemums were blooming beside him, the clear river was flowing not far away, and the sunlight poured down through the branches and fell on his eyelids.

Nan Tian's eyelashes trembled, and he vaguely recalled that when he was just pushed out of the nightmare by his grandmother, what he saw was a scene similar to these.

"Is this... the underworld?" Nan Tian followed the voice and subconsciously asked in a daze.

So, am I really dead?

Nan Tian felt sore, and raised his hand to cover his glasses.

I don't know if he wants to cover the glare of the sun, or to escape the fact he believes.

Nan Tian's sense of nervousness and vigilance, which was still tense, was completely crushed by the fact that he was dead.

At this time, that old but gentle voice interjected, which naturally replaced Nan Tian's self-confidence and vigilance, and became his new support.

new……

"god".

"No, you are not in the underworld, there is no underworld messenger here to meet you."

The silver-white robe slipped through the chrysanthemum bushes, causing a gentle wave of petals.

"What you are in is a place more terrifying than the underworld. Your soul can no longer be reincarnated, and there is no possibility of the next life. But you will continue to be trapped in the dead body, bound by it forever, even if it rots in the end Into a paralyzed flesh and blood."

"No one will know that you died here, and no one will pay homage to you."

The voice sighed slightly, with infinite pity, as if sincerely grieving for Nan Tian.

"How pitiful."

Accompanied by the sun and the breeze, the figure slowly walked over, with a gentle aura, just like the scene that people often imagine when the gods descend.

Nan Tian is no exception.

His eyes slid from bottom to top, staring blankly at the person who appeared in front of him.

The old man smiled elegantly and gently, with a kind face, and his silver hair, which was braided behind his head, fell gently on his shoulders and dragged down on the ground, with a noble and gentle aura.

When Nan Tian saw the old man clearly, he even breathed lightly, for fear of disturbing the immortal.

He had to admit that even though he had traveled to various temples and Taoist temples in the country because of his nightmares, and had seen all the famous masters, he was even overwhelmed by Yan Shixun's powerful sense of peace of mind.

However, when Nan Tian saw this old man at this time, a strong thought suddenly came to his mind - this is the real god.

The master's deceptive appearance made Nan Tian feel good about him even when he saw him just now, and he began to believe him naturally.

Seeing Nan Tian's expression, Master smiled with satisfaction, but suddenly his expression twisted ferociously for a moment, and even his breathing became rough.

But soon, before Nan Tian found out that something was wrong with his master, he immediately restrained his expression, as if nothing happened just now.

If someone stood behind Shigong at this time, he would be shocked to find that Shigong...only a piece of human skin is left!

The image of Gao Hua as a fairy with a strong character displayed in front of Nan Tian is already the shell that the master has tried his best to barely maintain.

But for the rest, Shigong no longer has the strength to maintain them.

Just behind Shigong, one can see that under a piece of human skin, there is only a hollow, no flesh and bones... not even a little wound or blood, as if from the very beginning, there shouldn't be those things here. Something that ordinary people will have.

However, the human skin that should have been perfectly wrapped was now like a torn rag, with large pieces of damage and loopholes making it look ugly, showing the hollowness inside listlessly.

Sensing his own state, Master gritted his teeth in hatred, and the cruelty in his eyes flashed past.

That damned evil ghost has a bone-to-bone appearance... Who would have thought that a stranger would be able to do so much, and even hurt him.

If he hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid it would have really turned into a pool of debris by now, trapped in a dream forever.

However, ghosts and gods were able to overcome many obstacles and enter the dream to find him.

Thinking of Ye Li, Shigong showed a flinching and fearful expression on his face.

What happened 20 years ago has always been his lingering shadow.

The fear of trembling under the avenue and being on the verge of death made his awe of Ye Li go deep into his bone marrow, and he was even defeated before fighting, and almost wanted to run away.

It is also because of this that Master has been constantly thinking about how to deal with ghosts and gods since he left his breath by chance 20 years ago. Even in the Nanming Mountains, they have set up many obstacles to prevent ghosts and gods from finding him. And formation, to ensure that he can smoothly hide between life and death.

It's like a memory that will be erased from everyone.

No one will remember the existence of Shigong, even if they have spoken to him, they will forget it in the next moment.

Even in the upper reaches of Changshou Village, no one knew that it was Shigong who actually controlled everything.

Even the village head is nothing more than a puppet that Shi Ping hides on a daily basis.

With the existence of the village chief to cover his breath, use the village chief's eyes to watch everything.

The source of all these cautions is because it was the memory of Nancun's guilty soul that exposed Master to Yeli 20 years ago.

No good or evil deeds recorded in the soul can escape the judgment of ghosts and gods.

Ye Li could clearly see that the same image appeared among those guilty souls in Nancun, which was Shigong.

Because of this, Shigong's schemes over the years were fully exposed, and Ye Li realized Shigong's plan, and in a rage, he pointed his sword at Shigong and turned Nanming Mountain upside down.

That shocking and shocking scene made Shigong dare not forget every moment. The fear of Yeli and the resulting awe of Dao were deeply imprinted in Shigong's soul.

Because of this, the master who started Dongshan is far more cautious than he was 20 years ago.

Even those officials from the southern region who entered Changshou Village to investigate the situation, or the families and friends of a large number of missing persons, none of them could find any abnormalities in Nanming Mountain.

No, it should be said that Master has eliminated the possibility of abnormality from the source of everything.

——What if you saw it?

You can't remember it, you can't tell it to people, it's quickly forgotten.

Since no one knows about the abnormality, it is normal.

Therefore, Shigong has spent 20 years safely in Nanming Mountain, and his plan has once again reached the final step.

However, everything repeated itself as before!

This is an unforgivable thing!

Master thought of Yan Shixun, and trembled from anger.

He originally thought that the evil ghost was sent to him because heaven and earth were begging for mercy.

But looking at it now, it was obvious that Yan Shixun was led by heaven and earth to Nanming Mountain, deliberately interrupting him!

That being the case, for the current plan, there is only faster... to complete everything faster!

His plan must be completed before heaven and earth obstructed him again.

Otherwise, there will be another accident.

Master made up his mind, he wanted to devour Nan Tian's soul before Yan Shixun was still trapped in the dream and before he found Nan Tian, ​​and regained the power suppressed by Grandma Nan before.

Only in this way can he repair his soul and skin that was seriously injured by ghosts and gods, and have the strength to preside over the last and most critical sacrifice again.

Master thought this way, but still had a gentle and compassionate smile on his face. He slowly bent down and stretched out his hand to Nan Tian with a bewitching voice.

"Do you want to escape the pain? You will no longer have to suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death, and restore the happiness and peace that life should have."

The master smiled: "I can help you do all this. All the things you fear will be far away from your life. You will bloom like a flower, but you will never wither."

"if only……"

Master lowered his brows and eyes, his face was compassionate.

But Nan Tian didn't know why, from his angle of looking up, he felt that the old man in front of him had a terrifying sense of coldness.

It was as if in the eyes of the old man, he was not a living person, but an object.

Nan Tian's subconscious mind was trembling.

He has seen Yan Shixun stand up and guard in front of everyone, and he has used this as his impression of the exorcist ever since.

Even if he knew that Yan Shixun was considered top-level among ghost exorcists, it was not fair to use Yan Shixun as the evaluation standard to measure other ghost exorcists.

However, he still couldn't restrain himself from doing this, comparing every exorcist he encountered with Yan Shixun.

At this time, although the old man in front of him looked like a fairy, the fact that he was rescued from the coffin was impressive, but the coldness that passed by just now still made Nan Tian feel terrified.

Although Yan Shixun is not a good-tempered person in ordinary people's perception, he is irritable, cold, and sometimes even rational and unreasonable.

But at the same time, Yan Shixun also guards life and never gives up the slightest possibility.

Yan Shixun can turn his eyebrows coldly at the enemy, but he can also bend down, plant a seed gently, and help the wronged soul who fell into the abyss.

Nan Tian had never felt the fear of Yan Shixun like this time.

This made him reach out to the old man's hand without hesitation, and stop in mid-air.

Master saw Nan Tian's hesitation, but he was impatient, he bent down and grabbed Nan Tian with his strong palm.

The chrysanthemum bush suddenly shattered into thousands of petals, which were blown up into the sky by the strong wind and then fell down one after another, covering the entire sky, earth, sun and moon.

It will also end all the scenery.

……

After deciding to look for Nantian first, Yan Shixun fixed his eyes on the villagers walking on the mountain road.

Since the corpses hanging on the mountain wall are all corpses from previous festivals, he and Nantian were also trapped in Nanming Mountain because of this winter festival, and there is a high probability that Nantian was in one of the coffins on the shoulders of the villagers.

Because the path was narrow and unable to go forward, Yan Shixun could only use the hanging coffin as a foothold and continuously jumped on the mountain wall in order to get a closer look.

His slender body is agile and light, like a big cat standing on its paw pads. Even in the most difficult places to stand, he can gracefully stabilize his body without touching anything around him.

But it made the bystanders break out in a cold sweat.

The audience in front of the split screen did not dare to express their anger, because of the perspective of the camera that was shaking and hanging outside the cliff, they tightened their hearts. Even though they knew that they could do nothing outside the screen, they were still subconsciously afraid because of their own Breathing, Yan Shixun was affected and was in danger.

Some timid people were too scared to look at the screen, for fear of seeing Yan Shixun fall off the cliff with his own eyes.

But Yan Shixun moved freely, jumping on the neatly arranged hanging coffins one after another, landing, turning over and jumping to the path to check the coffins, it was not Nan Tian, ​​who fell to the hanging coffins to avoid the villagers, and then continued the cycle.

Although during this process, Yan Shixun's physical strength was rapidly depleting.

However, in order to accurately find Nan Tian without using Ye Li's power to frighten the master, he was not stingy at all.

Yan Shixun remembered very clearly, he saw the coffin that Nan Tian was stuffed into, its shape, size, wood color and texture...

The appearance of the coffin slowly recovered from memory is one of the basis for Yan Shixun to search for Nantian at this time.

Although he also remembered that yellow chrysanthemums bloomed on Nan Tian's coffin at that time, but looking around, there was no coffin that could see such a scene.

This made Yan Shixun frowned.

Now that his memory has been undisturbed and returned to normal, it is infallible and trustworthy.That being the case, why did the chrysanthemums disappear at that time?

Or does the chrysanthemum bloom need to meet certain conditions?

With such doubts in mind, Yan Shixun kept looking for Nan Tian's trace.

However, when he stepped on the next hanging coffin, an accident happened suddenly.

"Crack!" With a slight sound, the lid of the hanging coffin snapped.

A feeling of weightlessness ensues.

Yan Shixun was stunned for a short time, and soon realized that it was because some hanging coffins had rotted due to weathering due to their age, and could barely maintain their shape.

At this time, he stepped on the hanging coffin, and the rotten plank could no longer bear the weight, and it would naturally shatter.

He didn't panic, but quickly adjusted his falling posture and quickly stabilized his figure.

It was just a foothold, but it changed from outside the hanging coffin to inside the hanging coffin.

The broken planks of the coffin lid fell into the coffin and hit the body inside the coffin. Yan Shixun keenly found a suitable foothold in a blink of an eye and stood firmly.

However, when he lowered his head to look into the coffin, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Lying in the coffin...is Yanagi.

Although Yan Shixun knew the fact that Liu Ming was dead, he never thought that he would see this face in the hanging coffin.

However, it is slightly different from the Liu Ming seen in Changshou Village.

Lying in the coffin, Liu Ming was wearing the clothes outside the mountain, with his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, holding a large handful of white and yellow chrysanthemums.

The petals of the chrysanthemum did not show any signs of withering, and even in the broken coffin, trembling slightly with the mountain wind, they were extraordinarily gorgeous.

Liu Ming's complexion was rosy and plump, not half as pale and stiff as after death, but as if he had just fallen asleep and had a sweet dream.

His tightly closed eyes seemed to open again in the next moment, and there was even a smile on his lips.

Judging from the skin that Liu Ming's clothes did not cover, even his skin and flesh looked like a living person, so alive that it was weird and creepy.

Anyone who sees Liu Ming's image will not believe that he is dead.

Yan Shixun suddenly remembered that Liu Ming once said that after the ceremony, there will be a new life in Changshou Village.

... What kind of new students?