When Cai Gen wanted to be an honest audience, he had already lit a cigarette, just like eating popcorn in a movie theater.

Look at the supernatural supernatural **, how can you not smoke? It's not a match.

When the unlucky No. 28 crashed to death in front of the coffin, and his soul was also drilled into it, Cai Gen's cigarette was a little unbearable.

"No, you don't have anybody, can you explain it to me?

Why did this angel commit suicide? Shocking us?

Wouldn't it be that childish, would it? What haven't we seen before, and can we still be scared? ”

Cai Gen's mouth was noisy, and he really didn't feel afraid.

Naqi was the most cooperative with Cai Gen, and the pickup was launched, and he retreated more than ten meters.

This shows that Naqi was frightened.

"No, Naqi, why are you scared like this?

Dayi, you're not afraid of being like this, are you? ”

Finally, Naqi still spoke,

"I'm not scared, I'm diaphragm, diaphragm like stinking shit.

It's all negative energy, and if you touch him, you'll have to lose it for a few years, won't I hide it? ”

It turns out that it's not scared, it's afraid of mourning? Cai Gen opened his mouth and came,

"How sad can it be? More mournful than a little water... Is it? ”

I regretted it a little halfway through, but I said it anyway, and Cai Gen finished speaking.

Zhen Shuiyin didn't get angry and spoke up for herself,

"My mourning is the inevitable result of the movement of the constellations and the five elements, which can be regarded as a useful supplement to the development and decline of things.

The mourning of that coffin does not belong to this world, and the mourning that is disgusted by this heaven and earth is not a nature. ”

The other Cai Gen didn't understand, just from that useful supplement, he felt that Zhen Shuiyin was forcibly whitewashing himself.

Come on, as you said, that coffin is very mournful, so what can it do?

In broad daylight, seeing a coffin is unlucky, right?

As for over-interpretation?

It's really true, because the face of No. 28, which has become a relief, opens its mouth to speak.

It's hard to say whether it's loud or small, but you can hear it anyway, it's like background music, and you can't listen to it if you don't want to.

Whispering, unhurried, like talking close to your ear, you don't understand what is being said.

"What did he say?"

Cai doesn't understand the principle of asking, absolutely not guessing, and solving doubts in time.

"Third uncle, this should be the scripture."

Xiao Sun said with certainty, as if he had heard it.

"What do you mean by that?"

Shaking his head, Xiao Sun didn't have any embarrassment,

"I don't understand."

Well, that's right, if it's all going well, it's not normal.

"Master, this is supposed to be a verse of praise, as if to break the seal of the Muloros."

This is unclear, Cai Gen lost patience, pulled over the howling cat, and held it in his arms,

"Hurry up and explain to me, what is Luo Luo not Luo, feed the pigs?"

Xiao Lynx is very reluctant to be in Cai Gen's arms, which means that if you say the wrong thing, it will be rare.

"Master, look, look, that black coffin is the torso of the Muloro.

In the world of Rollo, there is a kind of Muloro people, which are more like big trees, but they are much stronger than wood.

Fireproof, waterproof and insect proof, harder than diamond, natural as the best material for boxes.

Then, those in the west, when the Muloro were children, carved scriptures on their bodies, kind of like combination locks.

When the Muloro people were fully matured, their heads, limbs, and torsos were cut off and turned into storage boxes with their own combination locks.

If you want to open the box, you must cooperate with the scripture of the unlock code, otherwise, even if you destroy the box, you will not be able to take out the contents of the box. ”

After some explanation of Xiao Tmall, Cai Gen probably understood.

Should we say that we are cruel and selfish when it comes to making boxes of other species, or should we say that we make the best use of them?

It can only be said that one side of the water and soil, and one side of the people.

The binary world of black and white, except for what is taught in kindergarten, has begun to blur in elementary school.

Knowing the principle, and looking at the coffin again, Cai Gen's observation angle is different.

What kind of magic weapon is in it, and you still need such a valuable box, do you have to make it like a coffin?

The verse of face twenty-eight seems to be endless, and I don't know how many times it has been repeated.

Finally, the black coffin changed, and a row of golden words began to appear on the originally black coffin board, which was far away, and Cai Gen couldn't see what was written.

"Little Sun, can you read the words on the coffin?"

"I can see clearly, I can see every stroke clearly, what's wrong, third uncle?"

"What is written on it?"

"I don't know!"

Okay, Cai Gen really wants to slap himself in the mouth, what is it okay to ask?

How can you know what to write?

Is it that important?

Looking at the black coffin again, after a row of gold characters completely appeared, there was no other change.

It is also in vain to let the twenty-eighth keep chattering.

Oh, it's like the right numbers of a combination lock, all the numbers are matched, the golden words will all appear, and the sealed box will be opened, right?

In order to prove Cai Gen's guess, the twenty-seventh spirit envoy, the same action, the same peach blossoms, and the same face appeared next to the twenty-eighth.

A duet-like voice came out of Twenty-Seven's mouth, and the gold letters appeared on the coffin as expected.

That's really the case, it's just that this combination lock is a bit troublesome, is it necessary to be so troublesome?

Seal the dead, break the seal and die, are people so worthless?

It seems that for the Heavenly Society, people are indeed worthless.

The speed of unlocking has been accelerated.

The twenty-sixth and twenty-fifth were launched at the same time, as if it were a competition, to see whose peach blossoms bloomed conspicuously.

The people in the car all looked very seriously, Cai Gen didn't speak, and no one else spoke, as if they were indulging in this evil lock-picking ceremony.

"Shall we just look at it? Shouldn't they go up and stop them from breaking the seal? ”

No one answered, and Cai Gen was embarrassed.

"You've all fallen for evil, huh? Is it that pretty? Isn't it just all kinds of head-banging death? ”

Still no one answered, and Cai Gen felt that he was being ignored and was a little angry.

"Xiao Sun, Xiao Shui, Xiao Tian, what's your situation?"

Finally, Xiao Sun spoke,

"Third uncle, this Muloro people have a long history as a box, because of the complicated production process, most people have never seen the finished product.

All of them were made into chests, and they were hidden in the west side and put in the unique scriptures.

I was so important when I learned the scriptures, but I was not willing to give me this Muloro box. ”

I went around in a circle, and I didn't explain what it meant. Cai Gen asked rhetorically,

"Isn't it just, this coffin is rare? What can that be? ”

Xiao Tmall said the root cause,

"Master, it's not difficult to interrupt them now, isn't it just more than twenty spirit envoys, you yourself are enough.

However, if you kill these twenty or so spirit envoys, you lose the possibility of opening the box, and this is the point.

Aren't you curious, what is in such a precious box? ”

The driving force behind the development of things turned out to be the gossip heart, and Cai Gen admitted defeat.