Chapter 82 Five Coffins of the Southern School

I took care of it.

At this time, Zongzi has completely broken the hemp rope. In the dark space, several lampposts have been stationary, and the remaining lampposts are swaying back.

The violence of Zongzi has become stronger and stronger. When Fatty Ma shouted to run away, he ran towards the original coffin. The light shone on it, and he could still see the flashing colorful gems clearly.

I shouted at Fatty Ma in a low voice, but at the end of my words, Zongzi seemed to have set a target and rushed towards me. I saw that it was terrible!

I ran away, but as soon as I pulled out my leg, my ankle began to hurt violently. I bit my teeth and ran away with the pain. Zhang Tong came to help me when I saw this.

I asked her to retreat quickly, but she stubbornly insisted on helping me walk together. I had no choice but to touch the dagger from my waist. As I moved forward, I slowly turned around and prepared to give him a knife as long as the rice dumplings were close.

"Zhang Tong, let go of my hand." After saying that, I quickly pulled out my hand and saw that the zongzi was about to catch up with me. The searchlight shone through the cold light flashed on the dagger. I quickly pulled out the dagger and inserted it into the zongzi. At this time, a hemp rope appeared across the air, trapped me, and pulled me back a few steps back.

Zongzi's bloody claws are thick over my chest.

"Zhang Tong, run." I shouted.

After I stood still, the clay figurine took the rope from me.

But the zongzi still chased me. Without saying anything, the clay figurine went up against the zongzi. The hemp rope accurately covered the zongzi's throat, and the clay figurine accelerated his pace and pulled it in the opposite direction of the zongzi.

Zongzi staggered back a few steps unprepared. At this time, the other two trembling people tripped with their feet. The zongzi was not stable and fell to the ground. At this moment, the clay figurine was like a long-hunting leopard, sitting down on the body of the zongzi quickly, and a thin and unaudible golden needle appeared between his two fingers. Without hesitation, he inserted it straight into the eyebrows of the zongzi, and with a black ** burst out. The clay body flashed away, and then took out a bag of powder from the backpack and sprinkled it on the eyebrows of the zongzi.

In an instant, time seemed to be closed.

After a while, the clay talent rose from the zongzi, and the zongzi seemed to be silent, lying motionless on the ground, and the space also returned to tranquility.

Fat Ma came over and asked in surprise, "Is it flat?"

I nodded a little weakly. Zhang Tong helped me. And the clay figurine stood on the original ground without blood color.

Now you can only hear a few people's gasps.

"Dead?" Fatty Ma always has a curiosity. As he spoke, he ran to the side of the rice dumplings and stared at the rice dumplings.

After a while, he laughed: "It's really dead!"

"Look at his eyes." I don't know who reminded the fat man.

Fat Ma looked at it and was suddenly scared to death: " grandma, she's still keeping her eyes open!"

"I'm not dead." After the clay figurine said it, he thought about what was wrong, and then added, "To be precise, it's not alive!"

Fat Ma nodded stupidly. Suddenly, he thought of something and shouted, "Well, you are a muddy man. How many things have you hidden from me and Lao Sun over the years!"

The clay figurine was silent and did not make a sound immediately.

"Since you don't want to say it, don't force it."

"No, he can't make it clear today!"

"Fat, forget it"

Fat Ma looked at my sincere face, so he didn't pursue it anymore.

But things have come to this point...

Two tremful people carried the body on their backs.

After a while of silence, I broke the silence: "Are you still going down?"

"This is a secret..." The clay figurine, who had a calm voice, said.

After he said this, I saw that he didn't stop talking, so I didn't interrupt him.

"A lot of people died this time. This is not the result I want to see," he said, taking a look at two sly people. The two were habitually silent.

"Do you remember the last time we were in Dujiangyan? We once saw a photo.

When the clay figurine said this, it evoked my memories, and the memory of that photo quickly surged into my mind. I still remember that there was one more person in the photo at that time.

So I remember that photo very deeply.

Even Fatty Ma nodded repeatedly, and Zhang Tong listened in the fog.

"I remember asking someone at that time that it was a caravan, and later stationed in that village. On the surface, it was said that it was to lead the villagers out of poverty, but secretly they were a team of tomb robbers."

"How do you know?" Fatty Ma interrupted and asked.

"Because there are a few old-fashioned people in my family."

"Then why didn't you say it at that time?"

"This is a secret."

The clay figurine's face became solemn.

"There is a large tomb in Dujiangyan, which, of course, is also the one we found later, but it has long been explored. After we entered, we only went to the ground for the second time."

"What about the other people in the photo?"

"I don't know, but I can be sure that the vague person is definitely not in that team."

Fat Ma suddenly asked, "Which faction are you from?"

The clay figurine pondered for a while and sighed faintly: "Five coffins of the Southern School"

Hearing this name, Fatty Ma's eyes suddenly stared round, his lips slightly opened and closed, and only felt a little bitter in his mouth.

When I heard this name, I didn't expect anything else. At this point, I don't know anything about any faction, and Fatty Ma basically acts in a rough style.

But looking at his expression at this time, I guess the clay figment is not simple.

After about half a minute, Fatty Ma recovered and swallowed, "Didn't the five coffins of the Southern School disappear?"

"That's what the outside world is all about!"

Fat Ma's mouth was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth: "Grandma, clay figurine, I didn't expect you to be such a master. If you had said it earlier, I would have been a deputy master for you!"

Fat Ma's words made the clay figurine slightly helpless, while the two strange people looked a little angry.

"What do the five coffins of the Southern School represent?" I couldn't help asking.

"Old Sun, do you remember Mr. Shan of the Northern School?"

I nodded.

Then Fatty Ma said, "The five coffins of the Southern School are at least 20 times older than Mr. Lao Shan, not to mention the means of prestige!"

Fatty Ma's explanation made me completely understand how deep the meaning of the four words 'Nanpai Five Coffins' is, which can be said to be deeply rooted.

Fat Ma continued: "This sect thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to exist! Laozi, I have read several underground manuals circulating in those years!"