The stone coffin didn't look like much, but it was surprisingly heavy. When the Sun brothers removed all the joints and sealant from the coffin lid and were about to push it open in one go, they were surprised to find that it was stuck.
The coffin lid, which originally looked light and flimsy, seemed to be filled with lead, and they couldn't budge it no matter how hard they tried.
Left with no other choice, the Sun brothers had to ask for help from others.
Yue Qi and Wen Jiajia went up together. Wen Jiajia also released three incredibly strong and strange pets to help. The group of people quickly surrounded the coffin.
"One, two, three! Push—!! One, two, three, push—!!"
Strange, no matter how hard they tried, that damn coffin lid just wouldn't budge. That's not scientific!
Together, this group of people could lift several thousand kilograms, so why couldn't they lift this coffin lid?
"Wait—!!" Yue Qi called out, sensing that something was wrong.
A group of people stared at him expectantly, hoping he would give an explanation.
Yue Qi's gaze swept over the coffin, finally settling on the crisscrossing chains carved on the coffin lid, which looked like graffiti.
His gaze fell on the boy, his tone filled with certainty, "I think this must be your doing, right? None of us can open this coffin, the only one who can is you."
"Slap—slap—slap!"
The boy suddenly started clapping. "As expected of Yue Qi, no wonder my elder brother repeatedly told me not to play tricks on you. It seems I couldn't hide anything from you after all!"
Then his expression turned serious. "Indeed, only I can open this coffin—strictly speaking, only a descendant with the bloodline of our ancestors can open it. This was originally a conspiracy by the High Priest; he thought that by killing all the bloodlines of our ancestors, no one in the world could open this place. Unexpectedly—"
The boy started laughing again as he spoke, but this time he didn't intend to keep everyone in suspense. He walked directly to the stone coffin, took out a knife, and cut his finger.
Blood flowed down his ten fingers and dripped onto the crude chain above the coffin lid.
The next moment, the chain seemed to come alive, automatically twisting towards the center, and finally snapped into pieces with a snap.
After finishing, the boy looked up, his face appearing somewhat pale. He looked at everyone and smiled.
"Okay, let's try again now."
The second opening of the coffin went incredibly smoothly. The previously heavy coffin lid finally returned to the weight of ordinary stone, and the few people easily pushed it open.
In the next scene, the secret inside the coffin is finally revealed to everyone.
"Ah—!!" Wen Jiajia exclaimed in shock, "How could there be two corpses here!!"
Her loud shouting this time didn't offend anyone; no one expected such a scene.
The stone coffin didn't look very big, but there were actually two people crammed inside!
However, that's not entirely accurate. Strictly speaking, there is a complete corpse inside, plus a lone head.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say there were two people. It's just that one of them didn't have a body. And the head, which had no body, was wrapped in the cloud-grass cloth they were most familiar with, like a mummy.
The intact corpse was wearing clothing that no one had ever seen before.
Wearing huge bronze horns on his head, a gilded mask on his face, and a magnificent brocade robe in red, black and gold, wasn't this the same King Jinzhu Yelang they had seen in the murals as soon as they entered the tomb?
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment. What was going on?
The head and the person inside the coffin were clearly not placed there at the same time. After all, these two were mortal enemies, a blood feud that condemned their entire families to eternal damnation. Would they willingly choose to rest together? Impossible!
You said they would be buried together? Nobody would believe that. So everyone could only turn their attention back to the boy, hoping for his explanation.
The boy shrugged, utterly clueless. "Don't ask me, I don't know either. Besides—look here."
He was pointing in the direction where the lone head was located.
“Look below the head, there seems to be a bloodstain the size of a bowl still remaining!”
Indeed, the strange thing the boy was referring to was something Yue Qi had never been able to understand.
Logically speaking, after the high priest killed King Jinzhu Yelang, he dismembered the body into eight pieces. Why didn't he choose a separate place to suppress the head? Why did he have to keep it with his own corpse? Didn't he feel uncomfortable?
Moreover, judging from the bloodstains, the size of a bowl had long since turned into a rusty, dark brown, clearly indicating its age. Yue Qi couldn't help but wonder if the Sun brothers were hiding something else.
After being stared at for a while, even the thick-skinned Sun brothers couldn't maintain their composure. Sun Gui, in particular, involuntarily took a few steps back, muttering to himself.
"How could this be? How is this possible?"
Sun Qiang seemed much calmer. He even approached the high priest dressed as the King of Yelang, first clasping his hands together in silent mourning for a while, and then actually started groping the ancestor.
Sun Gui was startled. "Big brother, what are you doing?"
Sun Qiang did not answer, but instead reached into the stone coffin and turned the high priest's body over.
"Just as I expected—"
Beneath the high priest's body, a densely packed, intricately detailed array of bright red lines was drawn. Its purpose was unknown, but the center of the convergence of the countless lines was directly beneath the high priest's body.
At that moment, the high priest's body suddenly deflated. As if all the water had been drained from him, he quickly shrank into a withered and emaciated shape.
"What, what's going on?!"
Sun Qiang's tone was almost filled with a sorrowful despair; his ancestor—
"Hahahaha—" Not far behind him, the boy burst into maniacal laughter.
"I see!"
Then, in the blink of an eye before anyone could react, the boy swiftly pulled a small dagger from his pocket and plunged it into his heart without a word.
Then, with all his might, he placed the head, wrapped in cloud-patterned cloth, back into the bronze coffin. He himself, without looking back, plunged into the stone coffin.
The moment the boy rushed in, the stone coffin lid, which had been lying to the side, suddenly flew up on its own and slammed onto the coffin with a "smack," sealing it perfectly as if it had never been opened.
At the bottom of the stone coffin, a crimson hue slowly rose.
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