Chapter 9 Millennium Zongzi

I was inexplicably more nervous.

The four people who lit the candle tried to light it several times, but it turned out to be the same. As soon as the candle was stained with a little spark, it was immediately annihilated.

"Is there something wrong with this candle," said Fatty Ma.

No one answered him, and no one dared to say no or yes.

I took a deep breath, then held my breath and stepped forward. This kind of thing had to be done by myself to have the right to speak.

I took out my lighter. The lighter was the kind of gear. With the squeak, the flames came out of the lighter and burst out a spark different from the searchlight.

The candle was placed in the four corners of the sarcophagus. I first lit it from the southeast corner. I half covered it with my hand, and then lit it. The flame swayed slightly and lit up! I slowly let go of my hand, and the flames are burning more and more.

I went to light the candle in the southwest corner again, but as soon as I moved to the southwest, the originally prosperous flame went out without warning.

My body is frozen, and the flames in the southwest corner are rising weakly.

A gloomy one is also growing quietly.

I remember what the fat man said when he went to the ground for the first time that when the candle with four corners was lit, if it was extinguished, it meant that the old man inside did not like you to wander around here.

But it is true that the four candles have no chance to light at the same time.

Fat Ma didn't believe it and said to me, "Sun, go and light a candle. I'll protect this one for you."

I nodded, took a breath, and continued to walk to the northwest.

My fingers stuck with the gear of the lighter, and I looked back at Fatty Ma, who was about to protect the candle with both hands.

The firelight appeared between his fingers.

I couldn't help but calm down. The moment the firelight touched the wick, Fatty Ma shouted strangely, "Mom, it's dark."

The candlelight in the northwest corner is rising.

"It seems that it really doesn't work. It's not burning. The old man inside is not happy," Fatty Ma stood up and said.

I also retreated, and my husband was staring at the sarcophagus.

The clay figurine lit a cigarette and smoked it sullenly.

The candle does not light, and everyone does not squeak or move.

Everyone is waiting for your decision. You seem to be entangled. After about half a quarter of an hour, you said: Do it!

The shovel took the lead in taking steps. As long as it is the order given by Mr., he will obey whether it is on the mountain of knives and under the sea of fire.

Mr. made a winking, and several more people went up, and the others did not move.

Fat Ma and I are less bound by him, so we also went forward.

I looked at the sarcophagus carefully.

The seal seems to have been poured to death, and the whole is seamlessly connected. The first thing to open the coffin is to find the seal of the coffin, otherwise there is nowhere to do it.

It's a little tricky. The shovel tried to pry with a braze first, but it didn't find a seam, which didn't help at all.

I pushed hard and didn't feel any movement at all.

The shovel shook its head at the gentleman and sighed helplessly.

Mr. came forward, and Xiao Hui also followed. The gentleman took out a small iron hook.

Then gently scratched the edge of the sarcophagus. Suddenly, in my disbelief, the thin wire hook actually entered the sarcophagus.

Mr. ignored the stunned sound around him and continued to move. A gap in the sarcophagus slowly appeared, and the gap was pulled more and more obvious by it.

I probably cut all the south side apart, and the thin wire hook was pulled out, bringing out a wisp of hair.

Mr. grabbed the hair with his hand and twisted it with his hand without saying anything.

At this time, the shovel pried into the sarcophagus with a braze, and the rest of the people did so at the same time. They worked together, and the other three sides of the sarcophagus also cracked a gap.

The outline of the coffin cover has come out.

The clay figurine no longer hesitated and came forward to help. I looked back and saw that the group of people next to my husband had aimed at the sarcophagus with guns.

I can't help but tighten the hand that touched the gun. The fat man has pulled the bolt.

At this time, a gust of wind blew the extinguished candle and rekindled.

"What's going on!" Fatty Ma said in surprise and suddenly began to speak, and his tone was a little nervous and surprised.

I can't understand at all whether there is a spark on the candle lit before that has not been extinguished. I can only comfort myself in this way.

The flames of the four candles became more and more vigorous, and the candles dripped on the ground.

Several people who are opening the coffins are not paying so much attention and are concentrating.

Like an egg was smashed, the sarcophagus made a cracking sound, and the lid of the coffin had loosened.

Mr. looked even more nervous, and his narrow eyes showed a ray of light.

I sweated in the palm of my hand, and I rubbed my thumb against my palm.

With the final force, the lid of the sarcophagus has been pried up ten centimeters away from the coffin, and they have been powerless. Seeing this, Fatty Ma put down his gun and went straight forward and carried the lid of the coffin with both hands without saying a word.

"I count one, two, three, and let's work together," Ma Fatty commanded.

When Fatty Ma counted three, the sarcophagus fell to the ground with a roar, and several people who opened the coffin looked inside.

Suddenly, a light gray appeared from the sarcophagus like fog.

"No," the clay figurine shouted, "Remove quickly," and the clay figurine moved quickly, and Fatty Ma turned around and retreated first when he heard the sound.

My husband and I, the group of people standing behind, also retreated.

A person who had no time to retreat immediately held his neck with his hands and hissed in pain. His face had turned blue and began to spit out white foam. His mouth emitted pain: "It hurts so much! Help...help...me." After saying that, he fell to the ground.

No one dares to approach. He has been hit by the corpse and can't be saved.

The clay figurine said, and everyone put on a gas mask uniformly. I looked angrily, mother-in-law, why didn't you remind him to take it before?

When one died, I took it with me, but I still didn't say it in the end.

After the gray fog dissipated a little, we leaned forward.

The pace coincidentally was crushed to death.

I took a deep breath and said that too many people had died. I subconsciously accelerated my pace and walked in front of the crowd.

The clay figurine dragged me and asked seriously, "What are you doing?"

I didn't say anything, shook off his hand, and took the lead in reaching the sarcophagus. The clay figurine had no choice but to follow.

I looked into the coffin, where there was a corpse lying, wearing armor, the hair on my head had not been removed, and a bun hairpin was inserted in my head.

The cheeks have dried up, and the hand that fell out has become withered because of the loss of moisture, which is extremely horrible.

The eyes are hollow, like two small sinks.

"Is this the tomb of a general," I said.

The clay figurine didn't answer me, but blamed me for being too reckless, and Fatty Ma also leaned forward.

Fat Ma saw the hairpin at a glance, which was shining with a crystal green light. A bright-eyed person could see that it was made of a piece of good jade.

Fat Ma's hands are itchy, looking around, his round eyes are rolling, and I know what he is going to do.

I reminded him, "Fat Ma, don't beat the autumn wind."

Fat Ma looked at me and had to stop.

At this time, the gentleman came up and looked inside the coffin. At this time, there was nothing abnormal in the sarcophagus.

Mr.'s face was very cautious. I looked at him. He obviously looked at the armor and did not pay attention to the body.

This armor is obviously top-quality. The mirror in the middle is set with a gem.

Fat Ma fell to the lower level. Such a good baby didn't see it, but only saw a hairpin.

After a while, the gentleman stretched out his hand. He put on gloves with gold edges.

Fat Ma was immediately attracted and stared at the gloves on the gentleman's hand. I saw that he swallowed his saliva.

Mr.

's hand seemed to tremble, not because of fear, but more like an uncontrollable excitement.

But just as the gentleman's hand was about to touch the armor, suddenly the withered hand grabbed his hand,

It was late. At that time, Xiaohui, who had been standing behind his husband, cut the withered hand with a sharp knife. After touching it, it actually made a metal-like collision sound.

It didn't work at all, and the gentleman was also anxious. His hand seemed to have become smaller in an instant, so he pulled it out. Then he retreated, and no one reacted to this scene.

Xiao Hui has pulled out his pistol and fired a few shots into the coffin. It burst into flames.

At this time, Mr. shouted, "Don't break the armor."

At this time, I'm basically sure that what my husband is looking for should be this armor!

After hearing Mr.'s words, Xiao Hui turned his finger at the trigger and the pistol was taken back.

At this time, Xiao Hui hit a blow, staggered back a few steps, and spit out a mouthful of blood. The body in the sarcophagus has stood up.

At this time, someone shouted, "It's become a zongzi." After the sound spread, everyone stepped back and prepared to shoot.

Mr. added the order at this time. Don't shoot.

Although everyone was embarrassed, they still followed Mr.

The clay fig man said to me and Fatty Ma at this time, "This is a thousand-year-old zongzi. Be careful."

I'm a little surprised. Are the rice dumplings still divided into years? Fatty Ma said: Mother, don't shoot. The American M11 submachine gun is spinning on his chest.

Zongzi crawled out of the sarcophagus and came back to life like an immortal general.

At this time, no one dares to come forward. This zongzi is definitely not a good kind.

Finally, Zongzi took the initiative to attack, and everyone dispersed in fear, but unexpectedly, he only followed his husband's direction.

Fat Ma gloated and said, "It seems that the old man has remembered the taste of the gentleman."

Mr.

kept retreating, and Xiao Hui kicked the zongzi from behind. Not only did he have no effect at all, Xiao Hui was also rebounded back a few steps. Xiao Hui glanced at the fat man with his eyes and ran in the direction of his husband.