I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 345

[Chapter 335 Yinshan Village (one more)]

There was an inexplicable roar from the coffin, like the roar of some kind of country animal, and the coffin board rattled with the knock of the contents.

The shriveled hands stretched out from the crevices of the shaking coffin, and the dark black nails scratched deep wood chips on the coffin. It is conceivable how sharp these nails are, and it is estimated that the skin will be directly peeled off when they are scratched on human skin. .

Mu Sicheng was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat. He pulled Bai Liu’s hand and subconsciously wanted to run out, but was caught by Bai Liu.

Not only did Bai Liu not run, but instead, he stepped forward and flipped the talisman he had just torn off, and put it back on the red line.

A strange thing happened, and the coffin that had been shaking just now suddenly became quiet.

At the moment when the talisman fell, golden light appeared on the red line. When the corpse hands who were trying to break free from the coffin touched the red line, they seemed to be scalded, and bursts of white smoke rose up. Mourning, and after shaking it twice as if unwillingly, it finally returned to calm.

Seeing this scene, Kong Xuyang squinted his eyes, and clicked his tongue impatiently in his heart.

Originally, I was going to watch Bai Liu, the coward, rush out of the temple so frightened, but he didn’t expect to come up with a solution for him so quickly.

But soon Kong Xuyang adjusted his expression, and his face was horrified and hugged Yang Zhi like an ordinary person, but the wickedness in his eyes lingered, and he stared at Bai Liu.

Indeed, the talisman turned over to be the [Ansha Spell], and it could indeed hold up.

But he can dodge the first day of the first year, but he can’t avoid the first seven. This talisman can’t hold the first seven. The orthodox Maoshan talisman study and yellow paper are in his hands. After the first seven, there is no protective spell. He saw what Bai Liu would do.

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

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

Bai Liu didn’t have the slightest expression of fear on his face. He patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and instructed in a normal manner: “Go light incense, light three sticks, worship three times, don’t make four sticks, and avoid the temple.”

Mu Sicheng’s mind is still dizzy now, he was instructed by Bai Liuyi, and he walked forward softly with a sound of oh.

As a result, halfway through, Mu Sicheng was picking up the incense and preparing to worship. Out of the corner of his eyes, he swept across the eight altars laid out on the table in front of the statue, and suddenly seemed to be stuck. Paused.

Eight… laying niches?

Mu Sicheng turned his head slowly, he pointed at the coffin next to him with a prostration expression, his fingers seemed to tremble: “Bai, Bai Liu, more, one more coffin.”

Bai Liu is already kneeling on one knee at this moment .

Next to the extra coffin, he stretched out his fingers and carefully touched the edges and corners of the coffin. Hearing that, he hummed without raising his head: “I see.”

The extra coffin was punched in the dim light. At first glance, it seems that the specifications, sizes, colors and materials are similar, with black paint upturned, red threads wrapped around the waist, and bells hanging at four corners, but after careful observation, Bai Liu discovered the strangeness of this coffin.

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

This is a burial coffin.

Not only have they been buried, but the year of burial should not be too young. The bells hanging on the four corners are brass bells, and the style is old. Judging from the style, it should be something from the end of the last dynasty a hundred years ago.

The red thread was new, like the other coffins, the coffin seemed to have been repainted, there was no wood rot, but 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 felt along the mouth of the coffin.

There is no yellow sign on the coffin, so it is not very safe at first glance.

Mu Sicheng shook his hands wanting to cry without tears: “Bai Liu, how come there is an extra coffin suddenly?!”

“What I’m more interested in now is why there are so many coffins.” Bai Liu got up, he crossed Mu Sicheng and walked over to the altar that also had a shrine on the altar, looked at it for a while, and said thoughtfully, ” That’s

what it is.”

Mu Sicheng looked carefully over Bai Liu’s shoulder, raised the video camera under Bai Liu’s cover, and started filming the niche.

It’s embarrassing to say, just now he counted an extra shrine, and he didn’t dare to look at it because he was afraid, and now he dared to watch it because of the double protection of Bai Liu and the camera.

Mu Sicheng filmed for a while. He looked at Diankan on the small screen of the video recorder, and the more he looked, the more wrong he became.

“This Diankan…” Mu Sicheng said in confusion, “How come it was in 1884?!”

The birth and death years written on the Diankan are astonishingly [1884-1900]. Li family woman.

Mu Sicheng began to question himself, and took out his mobile phone to take a look: “We are in a modern society, how come this coffin was made more than a hundred years ago?”

“After a woman gets married, she is buried with her husband’s surname, called Shi. Bai Liu put his eyes on the coffin, “In this coffin is a sixteen-year-old woman who has not left the court. It is estimated that she died in the marriage.”

Mu

Sicheng was stunned again: “Why did she die in the marriage?”

Sicheng glanced at him, and Mu Sicheng inexplicably saw some disgust in his eyes.

Bai Liu turned to look at the coffin and explained: “After a woman gets married, she bears her husband’s surname. If a Li family woman marries a man surnamed Zhang and is buried, she should be buried in the name of [Zhang Li’s], and the person who is buried is also Zhang Li. The family’s ancestral tomb.”

“And the girl in this coffin was buried in the name of [Li family woman].”

Bai Liu said lightly: “This is very interesting, unmarried women were not allowed to enter the coffin into the ancestral tomb at that time. Yes, but the size of this coffin shows that most of the woman was buried in her ancestral grave.”

“I think there are two most likely scenarios for a woman buried in the ancestral grave who has not left the cabinet. The first is that the woman has made a great contribution to the family, and the second is that the girl died on the way to get married.”

“But this girl But there is no name, so I prefer the second case.”

Mu Sicheng suddenly realized, “Then why is it a coffin a hundred years ago?”

Bai Liu calmly said: “I dug the ancient tomb. It’s quite common in small isolated villages.”

Kong Xuyang gritted his teeth beside him.

He has cleared all the basic information that He Daniu told Bai Liu before, and Bai Liu can re-launch it by himself.

What kind of monster is Bai Liu?

!

“…Meaning that there is a hundred-year-old female corpse in this coffin?!” Mu Sicheng realized the contents of the coffin later, he shuddered and took two steps back, his face was apprehensive, “It’s terrifying.”

Kong Xuyang faked He smiled and patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder: “Hey! What Bai Liu said is right? He just guessed, maybe he said it to scare you!”

Mu Sicheng retorted without hesitation: “Bai Liu’s guess is right.”

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

” Bai Liu was stunned for a moment.

“Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth.” Bai Liu stepped forward, put his hands on the top of the coffin, and pushed his hands down, “Do n’t

you know who is inside if you open it?”

Watching Bai Liu push open the coffin lid.

He and Yang Zhi, the two who had played the game once, were stunned, and watched Bai Liu stunned to release one of the strongest monsters in the game, Yinshan Village.

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

The coffin lid hit the ground hard, and the floor trembled, smashing out dust and loess.

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

The hazy fog brought by the dust gradually dissipated, Bai Liu waved his hand 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.

As Bai Liu had guessed, the coffin had been painted on the outside, but had not been opened on the inside. When it was opened, a musty smell of rotten wood and hair came out.

The inside of the green-black and soft coffin was dripping with water, and the wooden blocks were rotting and blooming. A corpse wearing a model wedding dress of a lotus embroidered cheongsam was lying peacefully at the bottom.

This bride is short in stature, wearing a hair crown, and a thick layer of ash on her clothes. Her hands are folded under her heart, her thumbs are raised, and she wraps the clasped hands with a red thread. , about an inch long.

A foggy bronze mirror is inlaid on the top of the coffin, reflecting the feet of the bride in the coffin wearing black boots, and the satin hijab of the mandarin duck double happiness is also covered on the face. to looks.

Bai Liu’s eyes moved to the hands of the bride’s heart, and she paused for a while.

These hands were full of skin tone and rounded nails, like jade carvings of wax sculptures. Not only did they show no signs of shriveling and decay, they even looked fresher than the corpse next to them that had just died for two days.

Not only that, the whole corpse was straight and square, his knees were slightly bent, and his clothes did not collapse at all because of the rotting of the corpse.

-Looks like a living person.

Bai Liu’s eyes scanned the entire corpse, and then returned to the scale rod that the corpse held with both hands. He stretched out his hand without any fear, and pulled the scale rod out of the bride’s corpse with a little force.

Although there is dust on the wooden scale, 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 actually pulled out the joystick without saying a word, his eyes became uncontrollable and became terrified, and he couldn’t help but reminded: “Don’t move!” The

inside of the coffin was originally foggy, and only the copper feet of the feet were vaguely reflected. The mirror slammed to one side at the moment when the joystick was pulled out, and it became clear and recognizable. It showed a face painted with white powder and rouge, which was obviously the face of the bride.

The face of the bride in the coffin was still covered by the hijab, and it was not visible at all, but the bride in the mirror smiled coquettishly, turned her head three hundred and sixty degrees, and a pair of penetrating eyes stared straight at the holding Bai Liu, who was happy, sang in a desolate and tactful manner:

“Xianggong—come back and talk—”

“Pity you and I, the bones of the Wuding River, just like me, you, this spring boudoir’s dream!”