Chapter 21 Raising the Coffin with Blood

Fat Ma tapped for a while and then stopped, "Have you found anything?" I asked.

Fat Ma's expression was a little nervous. I thought he had something to say, but he shook his head again later.

I scolded, "Fatty, what are you pretending to be?"

Fat Ma frowned, as if brewing some kind of emotion, but he still didn't say anything. After a while, he said, "Mom, maybe I drank too much water just now. It's convenient for me to go first."

I looked at Fatty Ma's back and couldn't speak for a moment.

Fat Ma has no chance, so I have to immerse myself in finding clues. The pattern on this whole bronze coffin is really unpredictable and has no logic at all.

But its craftsmanship is exquisite and the carving is vivid, but it can't be summarized into any kind, just when I can't understand it.

Suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder. I looked back, but I didn't expect it to be a clay figurine.

He was still a little pale. He said, "Let me help you!" The voice is a little weak.

I was stunned for a few seconds, and then nodded heavily.

The clay figurine quickly entered the state and asked me, "You said that this string of words had changed," the clay figurine pointed to the string of words and asked me.

I nodded.

The clay figurine suddenly carefully touched it with his hand, looking tight. After touching it for about half a minute, he took his hand down.

I was not in a hurry to ask him. After a while, he shook his head.

I said leisurely, "It's okay."

Fat Ma probably went to the toilet. He came over humming, holding a wine jar in his hand.

The smell of wine spread in an instant. I scolded, "Fat Ma, you have recovered your scar and forgot the pain."

Fat Ma replied to me, "What do you know, it's called tit for tat," he said, and before I could react, Fatty Ma poured a jar of blood wine on the bronze coffin.

At that time, I scolded urgently, "Fatty Ma, you are making a mistake." The corners of the clay figurine's mouth twitched, but remained silent.

Fat Ma looked at my nervous eyebrows and was about to get angry. He hurriedly took out a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to him with a flattering smile. He said, "Sun, extinguish the fire and smoke a cigarette to suppress the shock."

As the saying goes, I have to suppress that tone without slapping a smiling face.

But at this time, the bronze coffin suddenly changed.

The clay man stared at the blood wine that had been poured on the coffin by Fatty Ma slowly integrated into the coffin.

"This, this," Fatty Ma was a little stunned.

The clay figurine's face became more and more ugly and began to cough.

I'm also a little at a loss, which... Isn't it exactly the same scene as the previous fish mouth?

The bronze coffin is also sucking human blood... My heart is cold, and my legs and stomach tremble a little.

"Move," Ma Fatty shouted when he actually saw him move with his naked eye.

I immediately opened my eyes and saw that the coffin actually moved. I suddenly realized why he jumped when I touched the bronze coffin before. It was he was sucking the blood in my hand. After understanding this, I couldn't help but be afraid from my heart for a while.

The bronze coffin shook a few times and became more and more violently. The two of us quickly retreated and stood in the distance and dared not go forward. We were in a panic. After a while, the shaking of the bronze coffin stopped.

I held my breath and didn't even dare to fluctuate my heart.

"Go and have a look," Fatty Ma proposed humbly.

I followed Fatty Ma with my step, and the clay figurine's footsteps stiffened, but finally I followed up.

The coffin lay in place, and there was no movement.

We stood about three or four steps away from the coffin and stopped. I said in a suppressed tone, "I'll go and have a look first. You two wait."

Fat Ma immediately disagreed and scolded, "Sun, this is a personal heroism."

I was also lazy to pay attention to him and walked up with a flashlight, but the light of my flashlight was already weak.

Fat Ma's one is still working, brightening the coffin that can also illuminate the whole bronze coffin.

It doesn't matter. I was shocked.

"It's changed, it's changed," I muttered clearly, and Fatty Ma was dumbfounded and scolded, "Mom, it's really changed."

At this time, the clay figurine couldn't stay. He came forward in three steps and two steps. After a while, he also spit out from his mouth: "It's changed..."

I answered, "It has changed. The pattern on the coffin has changed."

"What a mother's magic," Fatty Ma couldn't help cursing.

If I hadn't seen the appearance of the bronze coffin before, I would have seen it again now, and it would have been the second pair, and the appearance of the bronze coffin seemed to be brighter.

"Evil door," the clay figurine slowly spit out these two words from his mouth.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound. Then it seemed that there was an abnormal sense of depression, which made people's hearts throb.

My mood suddenly changed a little. I cursed angrily, and Fatty Ma immediately replied that the clay figurine was struggling with his head.

My brain began to feel a little dizzy, and then it seemed to see a virtual shadow emerging in front of me. I punched it with a meaningful punch, and then I heard a scream.

Soon I was also hit, fell to the ground and struggled a few times, and then got up again.

Then the vague shadow appeared again, and I punched it again, but this time it was dodged, and I scolded a few words.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a strong light, a dazzling light. I seemed to be stimulated by something. My head seemed to be clearer, but it was a little painful.

Fat Ma's situation seems to be at me, and his face doesn't look very good.

The clay figurine stood next to us and asked, "Are you all right?"

I didn't know why and said, "What's wrong?"

Fat Ma said with a virtual head, "Mom, I was punched inexplicably just now. Fortunately, I was excited and immediately returned it."

When Fatty Ma was reminded, I remembered that I seemed to have been punched just now.

The clay figurine couldn't help laughing when they saw us singing like this. Finally, he said, "You two were fascinated just now."

"This..." I really don't know how to answer, and Fatty Ma is also at a loss.

The clay figurine pointed to the bronze coffin and said, "It affected you."

I suddenly thought of the strange buzz, and Fatty Ma asked, "Then why are you okay?"

The mud man said, "I covered my ears in time."

Oh, we both understand.

"So, that is to say, you punched me just now," I said to Fatty Ma.

Fat Ma laughed a few times and said, "You didn't hit me either."

It's true, but in the final analysis, I'm still at a loss. Don't ask me why, just look at the volume.

Fortunately, nothing big has happened, which is already fortunate. Fatty Ma and I tolerated each other, and that's how it happened.

The buzzing trill also disappeared.

After this incident, I have become more and more convinced of the ghost coffin that the clay figurine said before, because it is really a little too evil.