Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

"The inscription says that this mausoleum more impressive than Huangling buried two people, one dead...one living!"

"Ah? Haha, uncle, can you really make a joke, and the living people don't become dead when they are buried in the soil?"

Several men laughed.

The middle-aged man shook his head, "No, the living people mentioned here are real living people...The inscription records that the owner of the tomb and his fiancée had once received an elixir, and at that time they also became strangled by various forces. Subject, in the end, the owner of the tomb and fiancee were forced to the end of their desperation, the fiancee was killed, and the owner of the tomb ate the elixir and became an immortal monster.

Speaking of this, he deliberately lowered his voice, creating a terrifying atmosphere, saying: "But there is still a record on the other side of the inscription, saying that the man was not the fiancee of the tomb owner, but the tomb owner loved his heart. In the end, there was no dispute without love, and when I was robbing the panacea, I accidentally killed my lover...I can’t regret it until the person dies."

"In order to avenge many years later, the owner of the tomb summoned marvelous strangers to travel across the country to search for treasures that brought people back to life. Chenghe, all the children and enemies of the Qiuren family were caught in the mausoleum and hanged tortured to death!"

"Then the corpse we just saw at the door—"

"It should be those killed in the inscription..."

"This, this is really." A man in the grave robber swallowed, remembering the dense bones piled at the door and feeling the cold wind in the black hole of the tomb palace.

They are really not afraid of bones in this job, but if thousands of dense air-dried corpses hang on their heads and wind like a wind chime, it may not be necessary.

There are obvious evils there, and several of their brothers died there.

"And it is said that he used medicine to turn many of his subordinates into monsters, guarding the tomb palace for him, and then he and his beloved were sleeping under the **** tree. The inscription said that the gold and silver jewelry in the main tomb piled up into mountains, and there were even Many of the legendary strange treasures come up with a **** storm!"

Mentioned that the baby had a red light on everyone's face, and the middle-aged man looked at the atmosphere and said, "Our gold master this time wants something called "fish beads" in the tomb, as long as we can get it..."

He stared at his eyes, thinking about the amount the other party promised, and grinned.

"But the lady who was caught by the owner of the tomb was really unlucky. The owner of the tomb did not look like a good thing." The man who had come together murmured before kicking his companion on the ground, "Hey! Fuck! Really when we came on vacation?!"

The middle-aged man smiled and stood up: "Who said it was a lady? According to the inscription, the owner of the tomb clearly distinguished himself from his fellow brother!"

"Ah?!" A few men showed disgusting expressions on their faces and said with a sigh: "The co-returning **** is two dead gays. The owner of this tomb is really perverted."

"How can men and men play?"

"Hey, you have little knowledge, you can play with more tricks."

"Huh! Rolling!"

Several men laughed at each other and carried their equipment on their backs. They quickly calmed down in the eyes of middle-aged men and went on.

Wen Feng stood at a place in the underground palace, and the deep, dark cemetery sounded a depressed breath.

It was a man lying on the ground like a lizard at his feet, if that could be called ‘human’...

Because there is no skin and hair on the body of the "person" on the ground, all the muscles and muscles are exposed, but it looks as if the layer of muscles is his skin, and the blood on the body is more secreted. Mucus.

A lizard-like monster made a gurgling sound in his throat, and smiled coldly as if he heard the wind.

"You did a good job, drove them into the tomb, except for the middle-aged man..."

"Giggle..."

The red lizard-like monster is very fast, and it rushes out in a few clicks to execute the commands that smell the wind.

After half a year of incense, the sound of stumble running in the tomb.

The middle-aged man had long lost the calmness and complacency he had just said. His right hand was torn apart by something, terrible, and his left hand was covering the wound, and his face was covered with blood.

"Damn! Damn!" The middle-aged man endured great pain and finally fell down in the tomb. Excessive blood loss and the chasing of the monster behind him brought great panic.

The felling action ripped his broken hand.

"My hand--ah--!" The middle-aged man rolled his hands on the ground with his broken hand, and suddenly a black soft-bottomed gold boot appeared in his sight.

This boot looks good, but obviously, this is not the kind of boots modern people will wear, let alone the tomb!

The middle-aged man had forgotten howling, his face was cold and sweaty, and his face with excessive blood loss was paler than the dead.

The man in boots crouched in front of him.

A cold, slender hand was pressed on the man's head, and the man was lifted up!

Then the middle-aged man saw a man dressed in red and black costumes. The man was very handsome. He put one hand behind his back and one hand holding himself, as if looking at something interesting, with a grin.

Those dark pupils brought a little red light from the middle!

It's zongzi!

There are really dumplings!

The middle-aged man just opened his mouth to shout, and found that he could not move at all! Can't even speak!

"Small thing, how did you get here? Hmm?"

The middle-aged man struggled desperately, but as if something had been drawn from himself, all efforts were in vain.

"Answer me, how did you and those mice get into my underground palace?" Wen Feng tried his best, and the man's head was almost sunken by him!

The man's mouth grew loud and screamed! Screaming with all my strength: "Yes, it's a map-I have a map!"

"Oh?"

"In my backpack! Really! Please let me go--"

A dull noise, liquid sprayed on the wall of the tomb, and a sweet smell of blood wafted out.

The body that had lost its head fell to the ground and twitched a few times before moving.

The wind flicked his hands, and the sticky liquid touched the slender white fingers, and ticked down.

Wen Fengjin turned out a map from the backpack behind the corpse and glanced at the back with an expressionless wipe of the blood on his hand.

At this moment, Wen Feng suddenly shivered all over his body!

"Sleep lamp, don't be angry!" The expressionless handsome man said to the air in a panic: "I don't kill anybody, okay, I only kill them if they bully me..."

I don’t know what the brain makes up. The handsome man’s expression calmed down and said happily: “I knew you wouldn’t be really angry with me. They are outsiders. We are the closest.”

Wen Fengjin suddenly became Shen Jingbing. He talked to himself while smiling gently at the air.

If this scene is seen by Wang Xiaomei, it is estimated that he can even crawl and escape with a runt.

After a while, Wen Feng calmed down. He switched from one personality to another and said, "The inscription? It seems that the craftsmen who built the tomb palace were not honest and recorded these things."

Wen Feng bowed his head and smiled at the corpse on the ground: "Thanks to you for telling me, what if the thing is seen by the sleep lamp?"

"And Sleep Lamp likes polite people, so I want to reward you well."

He crouched down to hold the hand of the corpse, politely resembling a gentle young man, and smiled and said to the headless corpse in front of him, "Thank you very much."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and said to the empty tomb in front of him, "Mu Yi, destroy the place with the inscription, and reward our guests. If he likes gold and silver treasures, take his body." Go to the side hall where jewels are hoarded and meet his wishes, don't be stingy know?"

Two clucks came from the empty tomb.

"Look, sleep lamp, am I doing well?" He said to himself, suddenly his face was chao red, biting his lips and said, "Brother, don't praise me, these are all good things you taught..."

He lifted the corner of his mouth and talked to the air, as if to get someone's approval. He turned a little shyly away. The spread of blood wet the bottom of his boots, leaving a row of blood footprints in the dark graveyard...

And just the moment he turned around, the corpse on the ground disappeared instantly...

Sleep lamp is still waiting for me.

He came back to me again.

This time...

This time...

Never let him run away...

[The author has something to say: what can be a normal person who can lie in the underground palace with the body for more than a thousand years? 】