Chapter 22 Breeding the Coffin with Blood

I forced myself to come to my senses. Fortunately, the clay figurine set off a cold fireworks, otherwise Fatty Ma and I might have killed each other.

The bronze coffin is within my reach, but there is no courage at this time. Who knows what else it will do?

After about a few seconds, I took a deep breath and stepped forward again. To be honest, I didn't know where my courage came from at that time.

When I was at a distance from the bronze coffin, I still shivered inexplicably.

The heart seemed to be empty, completely unobstructed in front of the bronze coffin, like standing in front of a big mouth of a blood basin.

The surrounding air also seems to be frozen, and the previous fragrance of wine has not dissipated, mixed with the rotten smell of tombs that have been silent underground for thousands of years, which makes people uncertain.

In the dim light, there is silence at this time.

I carefully stretched out my hand and touched the bronze coffin, but one hand touched the bronze coffin first. I saw that it was Fat Ma. He was grinning and smiling at me. He said, "Sun, I don't believe in this. I believe it*."

I was stared, and after a while, I also said, "I also believe*." With that, my hand also touched the bronze coffin, and we laughed.

That strange feeling was dispelled a lot in an in anxation.

I began to observe the changed bronze coffin. Although Fatty Ma was not interested in these text patterns, he still looked serious.

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound in the air: "Actually, I also believe*."

At the end of the story, Fatty Ma and I were surprised first, and then laughed.

Since everyone believes in it, it is also a like-minded comrade. Next, the three of us will start work together.

I can see what the clay figurine put down.

The pattern on the bronze coffin seems to have been reorganized. At this time, it seems to be a little regular.

"The old man here is not playing jigsaw puzzles with us, is he?" Fatty Ma said jokingly.

I replied, "It's not impossible. Maybe this is a jigsaw puzzle."

The clay figurine squatted down and shouted at me, "Have you seen that these words have changed?"

I squatted down to see it, shook my head and said, "It hasn't changed. It's still one person to be buried. I continued, "It won't rely on me."

Fat Ma said, "This is not impossible! Sun, get ready to serve the old man! This is your great blessing.

I scolded, "Fat, don't talk nonsense. Be careful that he looks at your fat and eats you alive."

Fat Ma subconsciously swallowed and spit and said, "Sun, your mouth has improved."

I laughed a few times and said, "It's not thanks to you."

After saying that, Fatty Ma shook his head and said solemnly, "It's really taught the apprentice to starve the master to death."

I was also lazy to pay attention to him and continued to look at the bronze coffin. When Fatty Ma saw that I ignored him, he said a few words and became quiet.

The pattern of the coffin cover seems to have begun to fit with the pattern of the coffin body, but it does not seem to fully fit, and the familiarity is getting stronger and stronger.

Am I familiar with the pattern of the bronze coffin after it is completely closed? There is such a sound in my heart.

The gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body seems to be impeccable.

But how did the blood penetrate just now? I couldn't help touching it carefully, trying to find a loophole, and my eyes were close to the bronze appearance.

But I was disappointed that the previous blood wine had disappeared without a trace.

I seemed to remember something. I asked the clay figurine to sprinkle some water on it. After the water spilled on the bronze coffin, it seemed to have been abandoned by the bronze coffin and slowly flowed down the bronze coffin.

The result is that this bronze coffin only sucks human blood.

The three were silent for a while. After that, the clay figurine said in a low voice, "This is raising corpses with blood."

Fat Ma seemed to have heard and said, "This is impossible. How can it appear so early by means of raising corpses by blood?"

The clay figurine didn't answer and said for a pause, "What you said is not unreasonable."

I listened to their analysis and didn't interrupt, because compared with them, I was a new disciple at best.

The two of them also pondered this.

The clay figurine asked me, "What do you think?"

I shook my head and said no, but I asked a question: "What if the corpse is raised with blood?"

"This..." Fatty Ma was a little hesitant, and the clay figurine didn't seem to want to say it.

"Say it!" I urged that this is a means of driving the corpse faction in western Hunan. It originated from Hunan and must be raised with evil corpses. Fatty Ma answered me.

That is to say, there may be only a big rice dumplings in it.

The clay figurine nodded without any doubt.

I couldn't help taking a deep breath, spitting out again, and stopped talking. They were also silent.

Because we all know that this may be our Waterloo.

I gave me the cigarette before I lit Fatty Ma and took a deep breath. Then he pounded the bronze coffin. First of all, we can't be trapped in it. The mystery of the second bronze coffin is too attractive to me. Third, this may be a knot of the clay figurine. If he solves it this time, he should be better in the future.

But when facing these strange patterns, I am a little powerless.

Fat Ma proposed, "Will there be any changes if you try to pour another jar of blood wine?" Fatty Ma said, but the clay figurine and I didn't answer. It's certain that there is a risk.

Fat Ma was anxious and urged, "You should respond!"

The clay figurine and I exchanged eyes and agreed. Fatty Ma ran over three steps and two steps, and soon picked up a jar of blood wine.

Fat Ma didn't seem to be sure. He didn't fall down as recklessly as the first time with blood wine. Before falling down, he said, "Am I going to fall down?"

I nodded to him, and Fatty Ma no longer hesitated and directly poured a jar of blood wine on the bronze coffin.

The bronze coffin really reacted, and I shouted, "Get back."

Soon we stood a few meters away from the bronze coffin. Looking at the bronze coffin continuing to shake, we couldn't bear to sigh in our hearts: "Mom, it's really evil."

The air seems to resonate with the sound of a bronze coffin colliding on the ground.

I counted silently in my heart. When I counted to ten, the shaking of the bronze coffin stopped, and everything seemed to be quiet again.

I waited for about ten seconds and then stepped forward.

The purpose of entering the pattern changed again. Suddenly, the bronze made a mechanical sound, and the pattern on the coffin was quickly organized at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The clay figurine and fat man stood beside me and were stunned. With a click, the pattern combination was completed.

I couldn't help asking, "What just happened?"

Fat Ma and the clay figurine shook their heads in a daze, but they didn't react. It's too weird!

"What kind of smell is this," the clay figurine said subconsciously.

I sniffed hard, no!

"No," mud man. Then he dragged us back and said, "Culge your nose."

I reacted and quickly covered my nose with my hand, and so did Fat Ma.

The clay figurine looked obviously wrong and overreacted.

The clay figurine stared at the bronze coffin, as if waiting for his next move.