Chapter 578 Ink gloomy

Chapter 578 Ink is gloomy

This time, Zhang Haotian learned cleverly. Instead of removing the lid of the coffin immediately, he took the candle in Sun Yong's hand and looked around the coffin.

This sarcophagus is about two meters long and more than 80 centimeters wide. It is white and white, but the phoenix on the painting is colorful and realistic, like a living one. It is very conspicuous by the black coffin beside it.

Four people gathered in front of the bed and looked closely at the coffin above, all of which were a little dazed.

Just now, when they were in the distance, they felt that the coffin was a little strange. The black coffin did not seem to reflect the light at all, implying a fascinating momentum.

When you observe it in such a close place, this feeling is more obvious, and with this psychological discomfort, there is a physiological discomfort. To be precise, it is cold!

Around the coffin, the temperature seemed to drop to below zero, and goose bumps immediately rose all over. The little leaves that were afraid of the cold even had an impulse to tremble.

"Haotian, isn't it right? Do I have a cold? Why does it seem to be posing now? Xiao Yezi's thin body was also a little unbearable, and he shivered first.

Then Sun Yong sneezed again, and Zhang Haotian also felt a chill on his body.

"It's not your fault. It seems that this coffin is a little evil!" Zhang Haotian has seen the key point.

He picked up the wood he had just broken on the ground and looked at it, and finally understood. No wonder this thing is dark and seems to have the effect of absorbing light. It turns out that the coffin outside the coffin is actually made of gloomy trees, and what is terrible is that this is not ordinary gloomy wood, but the legendary legend - Mo gloomy!

The gloomy wood, also known as ebony, is a century-old and thousand-year-old precious ancient wood in the primitive forest in ancient times.

Due to sudden major geographical and meteorological changes, it has been formed after thousands or even tens of thousands of years, buried deep in the ancient riverbed of rivers and lakes, under the mud and sand, or in oxygen-deficient dark strata.

The gloomy wood has been regarded as a rare object since ancient times, and is a symbol of dignity and status. There are folk proverbs such as "Even if there is a box of jewelry, it is not as good as the ebony side" and "Send ten thousand taels of gold to the hell in exchange for ebony to sacrifice the heavenly spirit", which shows its preciousness.

So it has always been an imperial luxury and one of the best materials for coffins.

And the ink in it is even more like a coffin that is almost empty in the sky and underground. It has always appeared only in legends, and I have never heard of where to find physical objects.

The reason why this kind of gloomy wood is rare is that it comes from the Kunlun Mountains. It is gloomy formed far away during the orogenic movement. Later, it was frozen in the glacier. After tens of thousands of years, the cold was restrained and finally formed.

The Kunlun Mountains are the ancestor of thousands of mountains, so the ink gloomy bred in Kunlun has different general characteristics.

In Zhang Haotian's memory, Mo Yin is the best material for making coffins. Its most important advantage is that it can absorb the vitality and reduce the temperature, so that the corpse in the coffin can not rot for a long time and die!

Of course, these so-called knowledge are seen from online novels when Zhang Haotian is free, when he is sitting on the toilet and pooping.

Although he knows something about the gloomy of the ink, he didn't believe that there would be such a thing in the world before. It will not rot for thousands of years and faithfully maintain the original appearance of the body. How is that possible?

And from the actual situation, the ink is more incredible than the legend. It seems to be able to absorb the light around it and form a small area of environment similar to a black hole in the local area. Maybe that's why it is called ink, right?

These phenomena are contrary to the classic laws of physics and thermodynamics. He can't figure out how it can be like this, but now the facts are in front of him, and he can't believe it.

It's a pity that such a precious wood was smashed by my own palm. It's really a terrible thing. Amito Buddha, sin, sin, if you drag it out, I'm afraid you can sell it for a lot of money.

Zhang Haotian resisted the cold and walked around the sarcophagus, looking at it with admiration.

First, this thing is really good. As long as it is within 50 centimeters away, it feels like winter. Second, I admire that this dead tomb owner is really rich.

You should know that when Emperor Hong Xian Yuan Shikai died, it took a lot of effort to enjoy the gloomy wooden coffin, and she actually made Mo Yinchen the outer part of the coffin! How elegant is that?

Sun Yong, who was beside him, saw Zhang Haotian bowing his head and meditating with a piece of wood, and immediately became energetic. " boss, what are you looking at a piece of rotten wood? I have never seen a country bumpkin like you enter the city and never seen the world. Is this black broken coffin worth two silver?"

"Is it worth two silvers? Let me tell you, if this thing is vacated, the terracotta warriors and horses will stand aside. No matter how precious the terracotta warriors and horses are, there are at least thousands of them, but this thing is the only son of his dead parents. There is only one share in the world, and there is no way to estimate its value at all!"

Zhang Haotian saw that Sun Yong was interested in Mo Yin, so he briefly introduced him. Hearing this, his eyes were straight: "I didn't expect that this black real person doesn't show his face. It turned out to be such a treasure, and the Mingqi in it is even more amazing. Let's not dawdling, let's do it!"

Zhang Haotian said, "Steal a J8, we are not here to rob the tomb, we are looking for nine leaves and a flower. If there is really a treasure in it, it's okay to hold a sheep.

Zhang Haotian touched the sarcophagus. As soon as his hand touched the cover, he couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. It was really fucking cold. The sarcophagus felt like frozen metal. It was cold and unbearable.

He pulled out the soul-chasing knife from his waist, handed the flashlight in his hand to Xiao Yezi, and greeted Sun Yong and Wang Kai: "You two are behind. In case of any unknown danger, you must run away first. Don't worry about me." With that, he inserted it into the crack of the sarcophagus.

After the knife was inserted into the seam of the coffin lid, he pried it hard, and an accident happened. The feeling from his hand did not have the feeling of breaking away from the bite of the coffin nail. The sarcophagus was not nailed with a nail! He put it on it casually and tilted it to one side with a gentle force.

At this moment, another accident happened. Suddenly, there was a bright light in the whole tomb. The dark hole suddenly became as bright as day, and I don't know what was lit up.

Zhang Haotian was shocked and shouted in panic, "No, there is a mechanism, everyone run!" He immediately jumped down from the stone platform, grabbed Xiao Yezi and turned around and ran away. He didn't know what was going on.

Sun Yong and Wang Kai behind them ran faster than the rabbit and had already jumped away one step away.