The pattern on the surface of the inner coffin is actually moving.

And it's changing at a speed that's visible to the naked eye.

Gu Juan squinted his eyes suddenly, and watched as the small boat carrying people on the picture of the inner coffin suddenly spun, and was swallowed by a turbulent current in the river, and the boat and people sank in the river.

And the sudden turbulence is where the cracks on the surface of the inner coffin lie.

Interesting, kind of interesting.

Gu Juan let out a low voice, and then no longer hesitated, and directly pried open the lid of the inner coffin and threw it aside.

He first glanced into the coffin, picked up the axe and reached in and stabbed it, then reached over and pinched a few handfuls, his face suddenly full of doubt.

According to what he remembers, the people who have lived in this land since ancient times are buried, so the coffin buried deep in the ground has become the final destination of people, and the vast majority of people believe in the afterlife, so many people begin to prepare for their posthumous affairs when they are still alive, even if it is an ordinary person, they have to find a good coffin for themselves, in order to do what they need after a hundred years.

Since the beginning of the Dragon Pattern Empire, a set of cumbersome and complex coffin systems have been handed down, with three coffins and four coffins for the Son of Heaven, two coffins and three coffins for the princes, one coffin and two coffins for the doctors, and one coffin and one coffin for the scholars.

Gu Juan circled around this coffin, and with his shallow knowledge about what happened after his death, it could be inferred that this coffin was definitely not available to ordinary people, and what was contained in it was at least a small noble.

Because this coffin, whether it is from the selection of material size, to the lacquer decoration of the coffin, to the final aromatherapy placement, it is all in accordance with the etiquette system, and it is very particular, and it is not something that ordinary people can afford.

But if it was really what he thought, what about the contents of the coffin?

Zhu Zhan took a step forward, stood on tiptoe and glanced inside the coffin, and was so surprised that he was almost speechless.

It was not a dead man or a paper man lying in it, but a living man.

Whether it looked or touched, it was a living bright girl, with a pair of eyes as bright as stars, glaring at them viciously.

"What's your name, what are you doing lying here?" Gu Juan reached out and took off the cloth stuffed in the girl's mouth, and pinched a smooth and delicate face by the way.

"My name is Auntie...... It was originally ......" She bit her lower lip, her big eyes flickering with tears, and it took a moment for her to speak timidly.

"Bang!"

The heavy lid of the coffin was closed, and the beautiful girl's unfinished words were forced back.

"I don't care what you are"

Knock knock knock!

In an instant, all the wooden pins on the coffin board were hammered and nailed tightly with an axe, leaving not even a single gap.

Zhu Zan put his waist knife horizontally in front of him, and said in a very low voice, "Lord Baihu, what is she...... Do you want to be a subordinate ......?"

Gu Juan shook his head, stared at the coffin that closed the lid and remained motionless, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly, "Don't worry, let's go to other rooms to have a look." ”

The two quickly exited the small building and broke down the door into the house next door.

On the table in the middle of the room, a dilapidated oil lamp was lit, and a turquoise flame was lit, swaying from side to side with a subtle air current, and the light and flicker.

The dilapidated oil lamp with its turquoise flame looked eerie, but Gu Juan didn't pay much attention to it.

Most of his attention was largely on the large bed that was cut and pasted from colored paper, behind the beaded curtain not far away.

Through the gap between the beads in the door curtain, he could clearly see that there were two paper figures, a man and a woman, who were entwined on the paper bed, doing the things that surprised him.

"Counselor Zhu, you said that they are doing this, can they have children?"

"If you go back to your lordship, your subordinates think you can't. ”

"Oh, why not?"

"Because they don't have water. ”

Gu Juan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out with an irrepressible laugh, and pointed to Zhu Zhan, who had a serious expression on his side, and said, "Counselor Zhu, you are really a rare talent." ”

"The qualifications of the subordinates are blunt, and they all rely on the guidance of hundreds of adults. ”

"Okay, okay, sycophants are not much more expensive, and they will almost be available in the future. ”

Gu Juan looked around the room, and didn't find anything else wrong, thought for a moment and waved his hand and said, "We are not the reckless man who doesn't know Fengyue, so let's not disturb their efforts to go to the great harmony of life, let's go to the next one to have a look." ”

"Well, that's not right......" He had just turned halfway through, but he stopped suddenly, and looked back at the quietly burning pale green oil lamp again, and his face was extremely solemn in an instant.

"Lord Baihu, why are you ......" Zhu Zan was a little strange as to why Gu Juan, who was about to leave, put on such a strange posture and did not move, so he whispered while carefully looking in the direction Gu Juan was looking at.

Zhu Zhan's eyes suddenly bloomed, and when he came back to his senses, he saw himself standing alone in the room, carrying a rickety bronze oil lamp in his hand.

The turquoise flame was beating in front of his eyes, but it didn't have the temperature of a flame, but it was a chill.

Is it starting again?

A sad thought flashed in Zhu Zhan's heart, but in the next moment, he suddenly remembered, why did he use this word?

More importantly, who is he, where does he come from, and what is he doing?

With a deep confusion and confusion on his face, he circled around in this empty room with only one table, one chair and one bed, and finally could only sit there in despair, just staring at the bronze oil lamp that emitted a turquoise glow.

Time passed little by little, and I don't know how long it was, Zhu Zhan suddenly discovered another problem that could be called strange.

There was no oil in the oil lamp in his hand, but it kept burning all the time, and it wouldn't go out no matter how much he blew it.

Zhu Zhan tossed and fiddled with the bronze oil lamp, and finally couldn't help but come to a guess, maybe he had suffered a huge blow before, this is to see through the red dust with nowhere to go, and the green lantern ancient Buddha is with the remnants?

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly saw that under the light of the miserable green light of the oil lamp, a square shadow seemed to appear in front of him.

Zhu Zhan suppressed the fear that involuntarily rose in his heart, came to the shadow cautiously, squinted his eyes and observed carefully for a long time before realizing that this was actually a closed door.

There is a strange pattern carved on the surface of the door panel of the unknown material, which is a human figure with a cloak and a difficult face, with a rickety waist, arms embraced, and a terrifying face faintly visible in the middle of the two hands.

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Chapter 292: Oil Lamp