【Miracle Series 1】Prison

It was a very large tomb room, at least two to three hundred square meters in size, and it was resplendently resplendent. It can be seen that Houji had already passed the addiction to a luxury house in that era.

This tomb is very "fashionable". After entering the door, there is a small hall, which is similar to the current porch. Then turn right and make a [-]-degree turn to see its true face.

But the true face that everyone has imagined countless times in their minds, making them eager to try, is actually not a big deal.

It's just a huge coffin, plus a few bronze beasts molded upside down on the top of the tomb, and it doesn't take up much space. The entire tomb looks empty, except for some exquisite ones, some local tyrants, which are so ordinary that it's a bit weird.

Everyone couldn't help raising their heads to look at those bronze beasts, trying to find some clues from them.

"Prisoner Niu, Yazi, Mocking Wind, Pu Lao..." Mr. Jiang said to himself, "This is... the Nine Sons of the Dragon?"

"But it's not right. There are only eight of them. What about the nine?"

——Where is the nine sons?

The bronze beasts stood upside down on the top of the tomb, lined up in a neat row above Houji's coffin, moving in unison, like little kids sitting in rows in a kindergarten, for fear that if one is not good, they will not get what they are today. Little red flower.

——But one was missing for no reason.

But after all, which one is missing?

The legend of the nine sons of the dragon has a long history, and it is inevitable that there will be mistakes in the word of mouth from generation to generation. No one can tell which nine of the ancient beasts are its sons.

Everyone stared blankly for a moment, but they still couldn't figure out why, and they didn't have the nerve to give this totem senior of the big Han nationality a cheap son, so they just gave up.

Seeing that they couldn't figure out anything, the group simply broke the cans and planned to go straight to the battle-ready to open the museum.

With almost no fuss, the lid of the coffin was opened, and Hou Ji's big boss lay obediently inside, with a kind face and gray beard and hair, looking like an ordinary old man who couldn't be more ordinary.

Except for the doubtful point of not being corrupted for a thousand years, it is really normal.

But everyone seems to have been transformed by things along the way, and there is an inexplicably extra gene called Shaking M in their bodies, and they feel uncomfortable if they don't get tossed about at this point.

Only the fat man was still taking the jade wrench from Hou Ji's hand, his eyes shining brightly, counting how much money he had made.

Wu Xie took a step away silently, feeling that he really didn't know people clearly, otherwise how could he have made such a brother who fell into the eyes of money?

But in the next second, he started to open the backpack and put all the good things in Houji's coffin into the backpack.

The group fiddled with it for a long while, molesting Houji all over his body, and didn't stop until they confirmed that there was nothing left to touch.

But with such vigorous tossing, there is still no movement, no dead body, no mechanism, no messy and strange things.

It was so peaceful, eerily peaceful.

After everyone touched the corpse and tidied it up, Xie Yuhua felt her eyelids twitch a little, and felt that something was wrong, but there were too many things wrong. He carefully arranged the suspicious points in the room in his mind, and vaguely caught a certain A point, but it seems like nothing has been caught.

He turned his head and looked at Hei Xiazi, and said, "So... are you leaving?"

Everyone could only nod their heads, or would they stay here to guard the tomb of the old man Houji?

The way out is very similar to the way in. At the end of the tomb, turn right and there is a small porch-like hall, connected to the exit of the dragon’s mouth, opposite to a tomb with bright lights, and the light coming through the mouth of the dragon. It's like plating the ground with gold.

Xie Yuhua's heart sank to the bottom. He strode over, crossed the threshold, walked straight for a few steps, and then turned right. In front of him was Houji's coffin that had been turned into a mess by them.

Everyone followed behind, Wu Xie couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, and asked, "A ghost hit the wall?"

Xie Yuhua nodded with a heavy expression, then eased up a bit, and her eyelids stopped twitching. After all, I have encountered this kind of thing before, and it is not the worst situation.

Wu Xie seemed to be familiar with the first time, and bumped the fat man with his elbow: "Hurry up, touch the golden talisman."

The fat man took it out slowly and said painfully, "I just bought it!"

Wu Xie rolled her eyes: "Just go back and pay you two, miser."

The fat man jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on: "How can I be called a miser?!—Three!"

Wu Xie: "..."

It took a long time to ignite the golden talisman, and the green flames danced like will-o'-the-wisps, but it was not very conspicuous because the tomb was bright.

Xie Yuhua walked around holding the smokeless stove, and a strange smell gradually became stronger in the tomb.

The golden talisman was burned out, the green color gradually became smaller, and then disappeared. Everyone dared not be careless, and carefully observed the clues in every corner of the tomb, but until the smell was too faint to smell, they still didn't even find the ghost's hair. one.

...So they burned the fat man's two gold touch charms.

The fat man's face was as green as a will-o'-the-wisp's, and he wailed and hugged the last golden amulet, refusing to let go: "I finally bargained with that stingy old devil to buy three and get one free! I love it so much, It’s just that life and death are separated by you!”

...Then his last gold-touching talisman was also burned.

Still nothing works.

There was a black cloud above the fat man's head, and he squatted in the corner drawing circles, mourning the "lover" soft sister money he lost indirectly.

The blind man touched his chin suddenly, and said, "This golden talisman... did you buy it from the old ghost?"

The fat man turned around resentfully, and then nodded resentfully—God knows how difficult it is to bargain with the old devil!Labor and capital cut it down with great difficulty, and you burned it like this!

Heixiazi: "The old ghost sells fake products, don't you know?"

Fatty: "..."

Nima, every person who thought he made money after being cheated was an angel with broken wings in his previous life!

So burning another [-] gold-touching talismans would be useless, so I had to think of other ways.

Xie Yuhua pondered for a while, and said: "I always think it's wrong. Generally, ghosts hit the wall in a circle, or there are ghosts, but usually it is a long tomb passage, or a row of connected tombs. This tomb is How did you get the ghost to hit the wall?"

Wu Xie nodded: "The last time I met at Yunding Tiangong, there was also a long road in the middle, but the tombs connected to both sides were the same."

"That is to say," the black blind man took out a carbon strip from the smokeless stove and drew on the floor, "We are now in a 'concave'-shaped tomb, which is equivalent to a large room connected at both ends." Two small rooms with no wall in between."

"The big room is A, and the two small rooms are B and C. Our current situation is that when a person goes out from B, he will come in from C. But between B and C..." He raised his head, his eyes flicked Glancing at the left and right ends of the tomb, "It's almost 30 meters away. How can a person be here and there again?"

He seemed to find it very funny when he said this, and he opened his mouth and laughed: "Tsk, if Master Hua and I stand at the two ends of A at the same time, I can see the two daughters-in-law?"