Onmyoji's Secret

Chapter 279 Into the Coffin
The gorgeous sun fell from the sky, shining unhindered in the white coffin, and a cloud of mist rose from it, wandering and changing, which is really beautiful.

I looked at the looming figure under the mist with shortness of breath, and my whole body trembled with excitement.

To my surprise, the figures in the coffin were not tall, only a little over 1.6 meters in size, and they were even smaller in the two-meter-long white coffin.He was wearing a blue silk robe, and the robe was painted with a pattern of a phoenix bird flying high, even after thousands of years, it was still amazing.

The most striking thing is that there is an ancient bronze mask on the face of this figure, which is similar in style to those masks I have seen before, with the same wide mouth and big ears, and two extremely protruding eyeballs It is the symbol of Tsing Yi God.

Because of the blocking of the mask, I couldn't see the figure's appearance clearly, but through the skin of his neck exposed outside the clothes and the silver-white hair on his head, I could vaguely see that it should be an old man.I couldn't help but let out a long breath. The corpse after thousands of years was still preserved as if it was alive. If it weren't for the faint scent of corpse surrounding it, maybe I would think it was just a sleeping old man.

Is this the founder of the ancient Shu kingdom, the Cancong family revered as the Tsing Yi God?
I forcibly held back the growing throbbing in my body, stood outside the white coffin and bowed respectfully to this legendary figure, expressing my respect and apology to him.I am not a grave robber. No matter what the reason is, it is unreasonable to disturb an old man who has long since rested in etiquette. I think I have reasons to express my inner apology to him.

"It is said that the Cancong family was born with vertical eyes, which is a real natural monster, which is why Emperor Zhuanxu disliked him and sealed him to the barren land of Shu, but he did not expect him to show extraordinary abilities here. , to create a huge country. Boy, take off his mask and take a look, and let me see what the legendary Zongmu looks like?" Xue'er floated over and asked curiously, what did she say? He looks very much like those little girls who discuss gossip.

My head was full of black lines, and I said: "This is not good, you just tell me what to do next, so that my blood can be activated."

Xue'er snorted coldly, pouted and said, "I haven't seen anyone do this kind of thing before, so how could I know, even Brother Shengzhi can only conjecture, and the specific method needs to be tested and sensed by yourself. "

I gave a wry smile, what this girl said was right, I can only know this kind of thing by doing it myself.

I simply closed my eyes and let my body and mind feel the aura of the ancient Shu king in front of me.

The call of the blood became stronger and stronger, and a kind of power from the source of life in the body began to be gradually revived under the temptation of a certain breath.

It's just that, every time the sprouting of the power in the body is about to reach its peak, it seems that there is a transparent barrier blocking it, and it will never climb up.

Moreover, in the dark, I seem to feel that there is still a trace of resentment in Can Cong's body.And this trace of resentment didn't seem to be shallow. I frowned, but I didn't take it to heart. After all, he has been a figure for thousands of years. No matter what happened back then, it is not us who are descendants. of.

I opened my eyes in disappointment. It seemed that the method Chen Shengzhi had conjectured was indeed effective. The sprouting from the source of life is probably the so-called blood power, but the biggest problem now is that he cannot be completely boiled and break through. All obstacles let it recover completely.

I told Xueer this question, she tilted her head and thought about it, and said playfully: "I think you are too far away from him, and no matter how great this Cancong family was before he was alive, he is just a boy now after all." It is a corpse, with corpse aura on it, and it will naturally be suppressed by the sunlight at this high altitude. I think, or you can go into this white coffin, then cover the coffin lid, and go carefully. Feel it once."

My scalp is numb when I hear it, although I am not a coward, but let me stay in the same coffin with a person who has died for thousands of years, and I have to feel the breath of it with my heart, as long as I want to When I woke up, I felt like my whole body was covered in layers of small bumps.

At this time, Xue'er seemed to be having fun, and she kept persuading me.In the end, I had no choice but to agree. After all, there is no good way at the moment, so I can only try Xueer's proposal.

I walked to the edge of the platform and picked up the white coffin lid that I overturned. This guy probably weighs hundreds of catties. If it weren't for the power of a dragon on my body, ordinary people might not be able to lift it. stand up.

At this moment, out of the corner of my eye, I happened to see the inside of the coffin lid, and there seemed to be many patterns on it.

Curiosity was suddenly aroused, I blinked my eyes, and moved my head forward to see what else was painted inside the coffin lid.

But when I saw the pattern on it clearly, a gust of cold air rose from my tailbone and rushed into my mind along the spine, my whole body felt cold and my hair stood on end.

I swallowed in horror, grabbed the coffin lid and rushed to the white coffin. At this moment, I didn't care about any etiquette anymore. I directly put my hand into the white coffin, grabbed Can Cong's arm, and held him. The big sleeves that covered the palms were scooped up.

Underneath is the withered and twisted palm, showing an extremely twisted claw shape. I also saw some white stone chips in his long-lost nails.

I turned my head and looked at the things on the coffin lid again. What kind of engraved pattern is this? It is obviously a scratch that was picked out alive from the inside.

An unimaginable but reasonable guess came to my mind, the ancient Shu king Cancong was actually buried alive in the coffin, and he was buried directly when he was still alive.Only this could explain the white stone chips under his fingernails and the scratches on the coffin lid.

No wonder I felt that kind of resentment from him just now, this is the indignation left by the unjustly dead before death!

Seeing me standing here in a daze, Xueer also came over to check the situation, and I told her my guess.She finally took a deep look at Cancong's twisted fingers, and said, "Huh, no matter what happened back then and how he died. These things have nothing to do with you now. All you have to do is to sense the residual imperial aura on his body to resonate with your blood. Let go of other things."

I nodded. Although I knew that what Xueer said was correct, I still had a sense of fear inherent in human beings. It made me stay in the coffin with a person who died unjustly for thousands of years. It makes people shudder, even if I go down and fight that white flood dragon again, it will be more refreshing than this feeling.

I stood where I was, took a few deep breaths, suppressed my nervousness, and then listened to Xueer's instructions, and slowly put my body into the white coffin, and at the same time picked up the coffin lid with both hands, from inside Close it up.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked Xue'er who was still floating in the air.

Xue'er gave me a sidelong glance and said: "What am I doing here, you just stimulate the blood in your body and you'll be fine. Don't let Shengzhi brother down."

I sighed and ventured to pull the coffin lid.

The piercing sound of friction rang in my ears, and the darkness gradually drove away the sunlight above my head.I originally thought about leaving a gap at the end, but when the coffin lid was almost at the end, the lid slid for a while, and it was closed together at once, making a loud "bang", and I was immediately In his eyes, the whole world turned into darkness and dead silence, and a terrifying sense of oppression shrouded the surroundings.

As soon as I thought of a dead body lying beside me that had died unjustly for thousands of years, my teeth began to tremble, and I tried to restrain my mind, wanting to feel the breath of the Cancong family again.

But just as I close my eyes...

(End of this chapter)