Chapter 20 Under the Bronze Ghost Coffin

Maybe I reminded myself in my heart.

I looked around the bronze coffin. After going around, I returned to the previous string of words. Well, I was shocked and seemed to have changed.

I squatted down again and looked at the string of words that the clay man pointed to me before. Huh, it really changed. I carefully identified it. I couldn't help scolding my mother and turned into a person to be buried. Isn't that just me!

I couldn't help kicking the bronze coffin. With a loud noise, Fatty Ma hurriedly ran over tired, and the clay figurine followed.

Fat Ma asked me, "Sun, are you all right?"

I shook my head and said sullenly, "Mom," the clay figurine looked at me suspiciously.

I told them what I found.

Fat Ma heard a man's funeral and quickly said, "This is a good thing."

I scolded, "Well, you dead head, mother, this person is not referring to me!"

The mud man's originally depressed look began to ease.

Fat Ma said, "Sun, why are you so stubborn? If it says that one person will be buried, we have to listen to him and just take a piece of paper and give it to him."

I wanted to laugh when I heard it, but I didn't expect the clay figurine to laugh out loud before me. Fatty Ma scolded, "Mao, why are you giggling?"

If the clay figurine didn't answer, Fatty Ma naturally won't pursue it.

After a period of noise, we calmed down again. In this environment, no one will be happy for too long. After all, our back road has been blocked, and the front road is naturally not.

Fat Ma suddenly said, "Lao Sun, don't worry so much. I found good things over there."

I saw that Fatty Ma said so mysteriously that I was interested, so I followed Fatty Ma over.

Just above the main tomb, there were many wine jars. Fatty Ma smiled and said, "Sun, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

I looked at the wine jar, which was actually made of porcelain, but it was very rough porcelain.

I didn't move for a moment. I was wondering how there would be such rough porcelain here, which is not in line with the identity of the owner of the tomb.

The clay figurine seemed to see my idea and said, "The history of this tomb is at least thousands of years old, and the technology of porcelain has not grown up at all. There is porcelain here, which is already very luxurious."

I heard the clay figurine's explanation and thought it made sense.

"But can I drink the wine here? It's been so long"

Fat Ma looked at me as if looking at a local steamed bun, "Sun, don't you know that the wine is more and more fragrant?"

With that, he went straight forward and lifted the lid of a wine jar with his hand.

Suddenly, a smell of wine came to his nose. Fatty Ma sniffed hard and said intoxicatedly, what a good wine!

I smelled this smell, and I couldn't help but shake my heart, and I also walked over.

Fat Ma held up the jar and took a sip. The next second he vomited and quickly opened his mouth and cursed, "What the hell is this!" It tastes so bad."

My footsteps stiffened, saw Fatty Ma keep spitting, and then began to vomit. Seeing that the situation was wrong, I hurriedly ran up to support Fatty Ma. His face had turned into a pig liver.

The clay figurine also came over, touched Fatty Ma's forehead with his hand, and his face immediately changed. He said, "Maybe he was poisoned."

"What should I do?" I asked anxiously, and now there is no medicine doctor or anything.

"Don't mess up first," the clay figurine took out a pill from his pocket and took it for Fatty Ma. Fatty Ma vomited again, but his face seemed to be better.

I asked the clay figurine, "How is he?"

The clay figurine shook his head and said, "I don't know if this pill works."

Fat Ma had another violent vomiting.

Suddenly shouted, "Water, water," mother, where can I find water for you now? I'm very anxious.

"I have," the clay man handed over a pot of water, and the fat man poured it down, and then spit it out again.

Then he began to speak, "Mom, I almost spit out my internal organs."

I saw that he would curse. It should be all right.

Fat Ma said to the mud man again, "What the hell did you give me? Why did you pee*?"

The clay figurine replied bluntly, "It's Tong Zidan."

"What is Tong Zidan?" I don't understand the question.

I only heard Fat Ma growl and scolded, "I'm going to kill you. After hearing the sound, the clay figurine ran away."

Fat Ma scolded, "You are a muddy man, how dare you pee for me."

The clay figurine replied, "I won't give you urine. You don't know whether you are dead or alive now."

"Mom," Fatty Ma scolded and stopped chasing him. I also followed him. Fatty Ma looked tired, and it seemed that he had just vomited him.

Fat Ma took a few breaths, and then walked back to the wine jars, "Mom, what the hell are these?"

I asked, "Didn't you taste it just now?"

Fat Ma said depressedly, "Smell such a smell of wine, and it tastes like eating a dead child."

"What a fucking careless, I lost Jingzhou!" With that, he kicked several wine jars, and a red ** spread again with the smell of wine.

The clay figurine also came forward, received ** with his hand, sniffed it, and said quietly for a while, "This is blood."

I felt a little nauseous, not to mention Fatty Ma, who hurriedly picked his hand in his mouth a few times. It's blood. You didn't tell me earlier.

The clay man said, "So a smell of wine," he said, as if admitting his mistake and said, "I was careless."

Hearing the clay man say this, Fatty Ma replied generously, "I forgive you."

These jars were actually full of blood. I looked at these piles of wine jars leaning against the wall, and my head was a little dizzy. How much blood does it take and how many creatures to kill?

Fat Ma suffered a lot and was not in a good mood. He scolded, "What a bitch, it's really crazy."

At this time, I subconsciously turned around and took a look at the bronze coffin. In the dim light, the bronze coffin was terrible. After a while, I said, "Let's open the coffin first."

I believe that everything has a beginning and an end, and it will be solved from where it happens.

Only by opening this coffin may find a way out.

Both of them looked at me. When the clay figurine heard that they were going to open the coffin, they were not as calm as the first time I said they wanted to open those wooden coffins.

I knew he was a little reluctant, so I said, "I'll just come with Fat Ma, just watch it."

Fat Ma did not mock the clay figurine. Instead, he said, "Yes, my grandson and I are fine."

With that, I walked to the bronze coffin with Fatty Ma and wanted to open this pair of coffins. It was difficult and difficult. Not to mention the weight of the coffin cover, its robustness was not something we could break through.

And this coffin may really be a ghost coffin in the mouth of a clay figurine.

I sighed gently, and Fatty Ma was obviously not as pessimistic as me. He said, "How to open this coffin!"

It's the first time I've met this kind of bronze coffin in so many years.

I answered, "It's definitely not possible to open it. Let's find out if there is any trick."

We circled around this bronze coffin and didn't want to miss any detail.

Fat Ma was knocked for a while, and I looked at Ma Fatty in surprise. In fact, I wanted to ask, Ma Fatty, do you have any special feelings, because when I came into contact with it before, the bronze coffin beat twice.

I saw that Fatty Ma looked normal, so I didn't ask.