Strangely, after the crystal coffin appeared, the woman's chanting simply disappeared.
However, Yan Qing did make a discovery: the crystal coffin was different from the outer coffin, which looked like wood but wasn't. There was a clear seam between the coffin lid and the coffin body, so it shouldn't be difficult to open.
They're just debating whether or not to open it right now.
She had been hoping that Wen Jiajia's system would provide some useful hints, but Wen Jiajia seemed to have become a completely different person. Could it be that her system was malfunctioning? Shouldn't this be the time for the female lead to shine?
At this crucial moment, what kind of air leaked out of you!
Just then, the voice of the Netherworld Brocade Fox echoed in Yan Qing's mind.
“Master, something’s wrong with this coffin. You’d better not touch it. I can sense a great deal of malice here, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from.”
The Netherworld Brocade Fox was also somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, the woman in the coffin should have been the one with the strongest resentment. However, it didn't sense a trace of resentment from that woman; on the contrary, she seemed exceptionally pure.
Yan Qing was also confused after hearing this. At the same time, Wen Jiajia had a similar conversation with her system, except that the system seemed to be sensing things more vaguely.
“Host, there is a huge amount of resentment here, so we'd better not open the coffin.”
Wen Jiajia already felt that the crystal coffin was extremely ominous and wished it were far away from her.
So she quickly crawled over and grabbed Yan Qing's clothes, "Why don't we leave? This place is so big, there can't be only one coffin that's useful, right?"
“But as you can see, there’s really nothing on the entire bluestone cliff—” Yan Qing sighed. “I know it’s best not to touch it, but we’re trapped here right now, and we really can’t get out! Besides—”
Before they could finish speaking, a crisp "click" sound rang out. Before they could react, they heard one "click" sound after another, and finally they realized what was happening.
The two turned their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the crystal coffin. Sure enough, the sound was coming from there.
At this moment, the transparent crystal coffin was covered with dense fine cracks. Accompanied by a series of "crackling" sounds, the cracks grew larger and longer, eventually spreading to cover the entire crystal coffin.
A few breaths later, with a final, loud crash, the entire crystal coffin shattered into pieces.
A beautiful woman in ancient palace attire, adorned with cloud-like hairpins and ornaments, slowly slid out of the coffin.
With her gentle grace and captivating beauty, her figure perfectly proportioned, she wore a shimmering silk robe, adorned with jade and precious stones, her headdress made of gold and emerald, and her body embellished with pearls—what an absolutely stunning and unparalleled beauty!
Yan Qing realized for the first time that some people could be incredibly beautiful even as just skeletons. How stunningly beautiful they must have been when they were alive!
Unfortunately, since the body had been dead for two thousand years, it was suddenly exposed to the air and quickly turned bluish-purple and black, and the skin became wrinkled like dried orange peel.
The beauty turned into a skeleton in an instant, and she sighed with some disappointment.
The body had slowly slid to the bottom of the coffin and was finally stopped by the broken outer coffin. Just a little bit more and the entire body would have fallen into the bottomless abyss.
"That was close!" Wen Jiajia's words perfectly captured her true feelings.
Fortunately, the outer coffin, made of a material that resembled wood but wasn't, was sturdy enough; otherwise, she would have definitely regretted it.
Suddenly, a soft female voice drifted through the air again.
"You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had grown old. I regret that I was not born at the right time, so that I could be with you every day—"
This time, Yan Qing finally heard clearly that the voice was coming from inside the woman's corpse. But this person was clearly dead, so how could she speak?
"Since that's the case, then don't blame us for being impolite." Yan Qing put her hands together, silently recited a Buddhist chant, and then decisively reached her demonic claws towards the female corpse's clothes.
Judging from the clothing, it is a very typical Han Dynasty garment, with a curved hem and deep robe, and the materials and color scheme are quite exquisite.
The woman was wearing seven layers of clothing, and Yan Qing searched all over but couldn't find anything useful.
However, in the woman's left hand, she held a small, exquisite white jade Pixiu, which was remarkably endearing. In her right hand, she clutched a white jade love pendant, the inscription of which was still faintly discernible.
Front: United in heart and mind; Back: Through thick and thin.
Even Wen Jiajia fell silent upon seeing the love knot. This unknown female corpse must have had someone she loved deeply!
Even in death, she carried with her the unwavering love for this person.
As a woman herself, she empathized with him.
Yan Qing squatted down, took out a white cloth from her spatial storage, and covered the female corpse's body. But upon glancing at it, she was surprised to see that on the inner side of the outer coffin, on the topmost coffin lid, there were densely packed tiny characters written in tiny characters.
The writing was bluish-black, clearly written by someone who had bitten their finger and used their blood. Yan Qing knew without a doubt that it was written by the female corpse.
"Yelang is no longer what it once was, but alas, my lord is imprisoned. I wish to spend my life with him, to sleep beneath the earth, never to be separated from him in life or death. Yet, the wicked heart remains unquenched, seeking to suppress my lord with the Nine Hells, separating his soul from his body, and sending a blue dragon carrying his corpse far away. I searched desperately but could not find him, and thus I willingly sacrifice myself for him. I hope that future generations will find my map and go to rescue my lord from this sea of suffering. Tell my descendants, as long as the curse is lifted, my heart will not die. Remember, remember!"
After reading the woman's message, Yan Qing was deeply moved and could not calm down for a long time.
This woman was indeed a willing sacrifice, no wonder she harbored no resentment whatsoever. Furthermore, the identity of the "master" she spoke of is currently unknown; all that is known is that this person's body should be inside that "Azure Dragon Coffin."
More importantly, she currently strongly suspects that this person is the cursed first King of Jinzhu Yelang, the origin of the Sun clan's millennia-long death curse.
Judging from the woman's message, this King Jinzhu Yelang must have encountered an unexpected tragedy during his period of power and was murdered. His killer must have been extremely fearful of him, going so far as to use the Nine Hells to suppress him.
When she mentioned the "Nine Hells," she naturally thought of the bronze pillar that held up about a hundred people. This special instrument of torture from the Shang and Zhou dynasties should represent one of the Nine Hells.
Upon realizing this, she instantly understood.
In Taoism, the Southeastern Copper Pillar Hell is one of the Nine Hells of Exorcism. The copper pillars refine people, subjecting them to endless torment. This is the most infamous punishment of this hell; those who suffer this punishment endure endless suffering for lifetimes to come, never to be released.
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