Chapter 224 Jinjiang
Yan Shixun had seen hanging coffins before.
Due to its vast territory, different places have different customs and traditions. In order to bless the deceased, funeral ceremonies are interpreted differently, which has led to many funeral practices.
The deceased's body is sealed in a coffin, which is then carried up by strong men and family members and placed on a wooden pole that has already been fixed to the mountain wall. The coffin is suspended high in the air, where it will not be eaten by wild beasts, and the soul can pass away smoothly.
From a distance, this kind of burial method looks like the coffin is hanging in the air on the mountain wall. Looking further ahead, it seems as if the soul of the deceased is far away from the mundane world, which is extremely shocking.
Therefore, they are called hanging coffins.
This represents the family's deepest wishes for the deceased, hoping that the deceased's remains can be preserved after death and that the deceased can be reincarnated into the next life.
However, hanging coffin burials require great skills. If one is not an expert, the coffin bearers and the coffin may fall off the cliff together, or the coffin may slip because the load-bearing wooden poles are not firmly fixed.
Therefore, there are not many people who know this craft, and it is gradually disappearing in the process of inheritance.
By now, this ancient and rare custom and tradition has long since disappeared.
The hanging coffins that Yan Shixun had seen before were all remains of old coffins left over from hundreds of years ago.
Moreover, most of the hanging coffins he saw were built using the terrain, which not only allowed people to find footholds on the cliffs to walk, but also provided support underneath the coffins. Once the load-bearing wooden poles broke accidentally, the coffins would not fall off the cliff.
Even the remains of hanging coffins of a village or caste may only number hundreds. As time goes by, the wooden poles will decay and no longer be able to support the coffins placed on them, causing the coffins to fall off the cliff, and there will not be many left.
Although when you first see them, you will be puzzled and amazed by the unique burial method of these coffins, and be shocked by the superb craftsmanship of the ancient craftsmen, but after all, there are not many of them, so even the shock is limited.
However, what Yan Shixun saw at this time was different from what he had seen before.
——These are thousands of coffins hanging neatly on the smooth and steep mountain wall.
The upturned wooden coffins are arranged in an orderly manner on the mountain wall, which looks like a marching formation, which is breathtaking.
Yan Shixun held the mountain wall beside him with one hand and stepped on the hanging coffin. The mountain wind blew up from the abyss below him, and the hem of his coat fluttered up and down, making a rustling sound.
He was stunned to the spot.
Thousands of coffins mean... the death of thousands of lives.
His heart sank as he felt the weight of the thousands of hanging coffins pressing down on his heart.
Yan Shixun never thought that he would see such a scene.
Not to mention the audience in front of the split screen.
They had been extremely nervous before because of Yan Shixun's face-to-face encounter with the dead-faced villagers. Some timid people were frightened to scream by the pale dead faces, and their hearts were almost beaten to death by Yan Shixun's unusual way of avoiding them. Some people with acrophobia were even frightened to vomit by the scene.
But the audience never expected that something more exciting than excitement would always be waiting for them in the next second.
The scene changed and the camera was aimed at the mountain wall.
Thousands of hanging coffins were barely illuminated by pale lanterns. They were silent in the dim light and the cold mountain mist, yet still eerie and shocking.
The audience who were caught off guard by this scene felt their scalps numb as if they were about to explode.
[Fuck! What the hell is this? What the hell is this? Don’t tell me it’s all coffins!]
[Stunned, is the coffin hung on the mountain? How did they do that? The child has never seen such a scene!]
[Fuck, I always thought cemeteries were scary because the coffins were buried underneath and we couldn’t see them. But I never expected that… it’s actually scarier when the coffins are outside!!]
[I was so scared that I jumped up from the spot and hit my head on the bed board above me. It hurt so much. I couldn’t stop crying. ]
[How could it be worse than mine? I was watching the live broadcast on the train, and I was so scared that I stepped back subconsciously and fell off the upper bunk...]
[A few minutes ago, I was still hesitating. I am already in my twenties and still want to sleep with my mother. Is it too childish? Now... Mom!!! Wuwuwu, save the child, save the child! ]
[Silently pulls the quilt up over my head. Well, I feel a chill on my back. It must be because the quilt is leaking air, not because there is a ghost behind me.]
[At first glance, it really looks like a ghost town. I got goosebumps all over my body. Hiss!]
When Yan Shixun realized that he was standing on a hanging coffin, but it was not on the same side of the cliff as the one on the opposite side, he immediately lowered his eyes and looked down at his feet.
Then he saw that the scene under his feet was similar to the mountain wall opposite.
There are also hanging coffins that stretch as far as the eye can see!
It was like this bottomless abyss pointing vertically downwards, with the mountain walls on both sides facing each other silently, crisscrossing each other, and coffins hanging everywhere.
There is no end.
It is unknown how long these corpses sealed in the hanging coffins have stayed in such a silent and deserted place. Some of the coffins have faded due to the erosion of a long time, while others are still brand new, and you can even smell the varnish applied on the coffins.
The oldest one seems to be several decades old, and the newest one...
Yan Shixun suddenly realized something and quickly looked up.
Those villagers holding lanterns were carrying coffins on their shoulders.
It seems that the purpose of carrying the coffin here might be to hang it on the mountain wall.
Is this... the true face of the Winter Solstice Festival?
If this is true, then the dead bodies would be buried in hanging coffins in the ceremonies presided over by the master for decades, which would really match this shocking number.
Yan Shixun also remembered that he was in a coffin when he woke up, and before he lost consciousness, he saw countless coffins placed in the small wooden building of the village chief.
The doors of all the rooms in the village chief's house were opened, but there was no one inside.
I'm afraid that those people are in the coffins on the villagers' shoulders at this moment.
If the four festivals held every year during the solar terms had a huge number of participants like we see today.
This means that those who disappeared in Changshou Village, as well as those who died in Nancun and even in other villages near Nanming Mountain...
Their bodies are all here.
They are all in the hanging coffins.
Yan Shixun's Adam's apple rolled, his throat felt sore and he couldn't utter a word.
As for the dead bodies in the hanging coffins, no one knows who once were the relatives who lit a lamp for them waiting for their return home, who once were the friends who waited with hope, or who once were the lovers who kissed them before leaving.
For those who have disappeared in the longevity village, their relatives and friends will give them sincere blessings during festivals and hope that they live well.
However, people outside the mountain did not know that they had all turned into cold corpses, hanging in the mountains, with no one to visit them or cry for them.
Even though this guess was the closest to the truth after sorting out all the clues, Yan Shixun still had a moment when he hoped that he had made a wrong judgment.
Instead... thousands of lives died silently here.
"Shi Xun?"
Ye Li noticed Yan Shixun's silence.
He sighed softly, put his arms around Yan Shixun's shoulders, and patted his back soothingly.
"The deaths of these people have become facts. You cannot change the established facts. Life and death have their own rules, and only then can yin and yang function normally."
Ye Li comforted Yan Shixun softly, "This is not your fault."
"I know."
Yan Shixun blinked quickly, and looked over Ye Li's shoulder at the hanging coffins with a sad look in his eyes.
However, even though his mind told him that the facts could not be changed, as a ghost exorcist, and even as a human being, he still felt sad for the loss of these lives.
Therefore, I am even more angry at the person who started all this.
Master...
Yan Shixun's brows suddenly turned gloomy.
The master kept saying that he wanted to make sure that there would be no more pain in those people's lives, but his so-called method was to kill those people.
What kind of happiness is this!
In order to achieve his goal, he actually killed such a large number of lives, which is simply a sin.
But at the same time, Yan Shixun also realized that the master was able to remain safe and sound after killing so many people, and even escaped the judgment and pursuit from the ghosts and gods. Even Ye Li personally proved that the master used special methods. It was very likely that it was just as the master said in the dream when he wanted to win him over to participate in his plan -
Master, I'm afraid you have gone through the cycle of life and death thousands of times and have reached the origin of life and death and touched the great way.
This can explain why the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth has not been able to do anything for Master until now.
However, if this is true, then such a strange way of funeral should have another purpose.
The master may have gained the power he needed in this process.
If the chrysanthemum proves the master's desire for "life" and draws vitality from the living, then how is "death" accomplished?
Without Yin, there is no Tai Chi.
The master must also travel through "death" in order to complete the understanding and transcendence of life and death.
Could the answer be hidden in the hanging coffins?
Yan Shixun frowned and looked up at the villagers carrying the coffin on the mountain road.
The fact that Yan Shixun had just broken open the coffin and stood up did not affect the villagers' actions.
They were like puppets without self-awareness, only following orders. Even when there was a deafening noise in front of them, they continued to move forward without any reaction, neither panic nor curiosity.
Even the two villagers who were carrying the coffin containing Yan Shixun continued to walk forward mechanically after the coffin was no longer on their shoulders, and even maintained their original posture, as if they did not realize that the coffin had disappeared.
Yan Shixun pursed his lips.
I'm afraid that these villagers who carried the coffin are also dead.
Although Yan Shixun still didn't know why some villagers were in the coffin, others were responsible for carrying the coffin.
But he understood one thing now.
There are no living people in the longevity village.
Whether it was the hiking team, the patients, or Liu Ming... they were all dead.
I'm afraid that even those old people in the longevity villages downstream who are so healthy and long-lived that it's weird are the same.
Along the narrow mountain road, coffins were carried up the mountain one after another in silence, and the pale lanterns became the last ray of light to bid farewell.
Yan Shixun had never seen any new hanging coffins before, nor had he ever witnessed the entire funeral process of a hanging coffin being carried up.
I have never thought about it.
But at this moment, he saw things that were beyond his original scope of cognition.
Even if there was a custom of hanging coffins for burial back then, I'm afraid no one would have thought that the person outside the coffin was also dead.
“Before I entered the dream, I saw Nantian was also stuffed into the coffin.”
Yan Shixun's face was serious: "Since I woke up in a coffin, Nantian should also be in a coffin now. He is among these coffins."
“Although it is still unclear what Master intends to do with these hanging coffins, it is best to rescue Nantian first.”
The fact that his master had escaped from Ye Li twice made Yan Shixun extremely alert.
He still remembered how those underworld officials fled in panic on the highway outside Binhai City under the 100,000 ghost soldiers summoned by Yeli, but still died at the hands of the ghost soldiers' swords in the end.
He had no doubt about Ye Li's power as a ghost or god, and therefore, he was even more suspicious of his master.
The so-called special method...what exactly is it?
He was able to escape the pursuit of the heaven and earth and ghosts and gods.
Under such danger, Yan Shixun would not ignore Nantian's safety.
Ye Li nodded: "What are you going to do? Do you need my help?"
"If you want, you can stand here for a moment. I'll go take care of everything and come back."
Ye Li leaned forward naturally, approached Yan Shixun, and said with a chuckle: "As long as you call my name... the heaven and earth will respond to you."
Yan Shixun was not moved at all. He smiled falsely: "Stay away from me, you're blocking the way."
Ye Li readily followed suit, smiled and calmly stepped back half a step.
But on the hanging coffin with limited space, even if Ye Li stepped back, the two were still very close.
With their equally strong and slender bodies, they would touch each other's shoulders if they turned around slightly.
Yan Shixun frowned slightly, but when he saw Ye Li's innocent eyes that seemed to show he had no way out of this, he could only sigh in his heart, and tried his best to relax his tense muscles, getting used to Ye Li's approach, and really focusing his attention on the countless dead bodies on all sides.
He raised his head, looking upward with a serious and thoughtful look.
Although Yan Shixun knew that what Ye Li proposed was the best solution, after all, no one knew which coffin Nantian was in. The narrow mountain road less than one foot wide also made it extremely difficult to deal with the villagers and find the coffin.
However, Yan Shixun also knew that Ye and Li were ghosts and gods, and the affairs of living people... should be resolved by living people themselves.
He has not yet gotten into the habit of throwing the responsibilities that were originally on his shoulders to other people. Even though he is gradually getting used to having Ye Li around, the style of behavior that has already been formed is still difficult to change.
Ye Li saw what Yan Shixun was thinking and did not force him.
Knowing his beloved Ghost Exorcist well, he knew before he said this that the other party would not accept it.
But... this is also a good start, isn't it?
Yan Shixun raised his eyes and looked at the villagers seriously, thinking about how to find Nantian and rescue him.
Ye Li looked at Yan Shixun, his narrow eyes full of smiles.
Shi Xun will slowly get used to his existence, trust him, and even... be willing to rely on him.
While Yan Shixun was thinking about how to save Nantian, Nantian was also missing Yan Shixun madly, praying in a crying voice that nothing would happen to Yan Shixun and that he would come to save him soon.
Nantian was not having an easy time in the coffin.
The coldness, darkness, and fear of not knowing what was happening were pressing towards Nantian all the time, making him feel as if he couldn't breathe.
He stared at the coffin lid above his head with wide eyes in horror, his hands subconsciously clutching the clothes on his chest, trying desperately to suppress his panic and despair.
Nantian knew rationally that he must stay calm, try to save himself, delay the time he was alive, and wait for Yan Shixun to find him.
He bit his mouth and dared not make any sound, for fear that there might be something even more terrifying outside the coffin and that his own voice would bring disaster.
Not only did it harm himself, but it also held Yan Shixun back.
Nantian could only hold the fabric on his chest tightly, feeling it like a warm hand warmer in his palms, and desperately told himself not to be afraid.
But how easy is it to stay calm when you are alone in such an environment?
The only sounds in Nantian's ears were the sound of the wind and his own heartbeat. His eyes were useless because of the darkness. The harder he tried to comfort himself and stay calm, the more his brain seemed to be against him and he started to have all sorts of random thoughts.
What's worse is that when he listened to his own pounding heartbeat and tried to tell himself to stay alive, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.
——Am I really still alive?
Or even, are these heartbeats really real and not just something I imagined?
Just like when you stare at words for too long you can no longer recognize their meaning, Nantian suddenly felt that perhaps these heartbeat sounds were just his own illusions?
Maybe, I am actually dead?
Nantian thought about it and realized that he had no idea how he actually ended up in the village. His last normal memory was the small wooden building of the program crew.
He should have slept in bed instead of appearing here inexplicably. He doesn't have the habit of sleepwalking.
If you think this way...there is only one possibility.
He is actually dead.
When these words emerged in his mind, Nantian's heart turned cold, but at the same time he felt a sense of relief that everything had settled.
Ah...so that's how it is.
I am already dead.
No wonder.
Nantian remembered what he had heard when he consulted a master about a nightmare.
When you see a dead person in a dream, it means that the deceased has come back to visit the living, or that the living is about to die and the deceased elders have come back to guide the children to the underworld, so that the children will not get lost or unable to cross the river.
The more Nantian thought about it, the more it made sense. Yes, grandma had never come back to visit him in all these years. How could it be such a coincidence that she showed up this time?
And the old lady looked so angry and asked me to leave.
So, I was dead at that time, that's why the old lady wanted me to return to the world of the living.
After thinking he had figured everything out, Nantian suddenly froze. He lay in the cold coffin like a dead body, and even his breathing became lighter.
He stared blankly at the darkness in front of him. His hands, which had been tightly clenching the fabric, slowly loosened their grip, and the breath that had been supporting him all this time suddenly relaxed.
A hot tear slid down Nantian's cheek.
In a place where no one was around, he choked with sobs.
When it comes to life and death, even the calmest and most rational person will remain unmoved.
What's more, Nantian is afraid of ghosts and monsters and is not a strong enough person.
Just when Nantian's mind was shaken violently, someone grinned in the darkness.
"Birth, aging, sickness, death, and the pain of separation."
The old voice with a mysterious rhythm sounded softly in Nantian's ears.
"Since you hate death, why don't you look for a place without pain?"
The voice was extremely bewitching, and it made Nantian, who was originally confused and desperate, suddenly feel like he had found someone who could understand him and point him in the right direction.
He subconsciously felt that this voice could be trusted.
Nantian blinked slowly and turned his head to look to the side.
He clearly remembered that he was in a coffin, so why was there a sound...
The next second, Nantian’s eyes widened.
He saw that the coffin, which was supposed to be pitch black, had turned into a whole field of yellow and white chrysanthemums.
Large patches of chrysanthemums bloomed around him, clear river water was flowing not far away, and sunlight poured through the branches and fell on his eyelids.
Nantian's eyelashes trembled, and he vaguely recalled that when he was just pushed out of the nightmare by the old lady, he saw scenes similar to these.
"Is this... the underworld?" Nantian followed the voice and asked subconsciously in shock.
So, I am really dead.
Nantian felt sad and raised his hand to cover his glasses.
I don't know if she wanted to block out the glaring sunlight or to escape the fact that he had recognized her.
Nantian's original tense and vigilant attitude was completely shattered by the fact that he was already dead.
At this moment, that old but gentle voice interrupted and naturally replaced Nantian's confidence and vigilance, becoming his new support.
New...
"god".
"No, you are not in the underworld. There is no underworld messenger here to pick you up."
The silvery-white robe slid through the chrysanthemums, causing the petals to sway gently.
"You are in a place that is even more terrifying than the underworld. Your soul can no longer be reincarnated, and there is no possibility of a next life. Instead, you will continue to be trapped in your dead body, bound by it forever, even if you eventually rot into a pile of flesh and blood."
"No one will know that you died here, and no one will mourn for you."
The voice sighed slightly, with infinite pity, as if it truly felt sad for Nantian.
“How pitiful.”
The figure walked slowly in the sunshine and breeze, with a gentle aura, just like the scene of the arrival of gods that people often imagined.
Nantian is no exception.
His eyes slid from bottom to top, staring blankly at the person who appeared in front of him.
The old man smiled elegantly and gently, his face was kind, his silver hair was braided behind his head and fell softly on his shoulders, flowing down and dragging on the ground, his aura was noble and gentle.
When Nantian saw the old man clearly, he even breathed lighter for fear of alarming the immortal.
He had to admit that even though he had traveled to various temples and Taoist temples in the country because of nightmares over the years and visited many famous masters, he was even conquered by the strong sense of security brought by Yan Shixun.
However, when Nantian saw the old man at this moment, a strong thought suddenly emerged in his heart - this is the real god.
Master’s extremely deceptive appearance made Nantian feel good about him even though he had just seen him, and he naturally began to trust him.
Seeing Nantian's expression, the master smiled with satisfaction, but suddenly his expression became hideous and distorted for a moment, and even his breathing became rough.
But soon, before Nantian noticed that something was wrong with his master, he immediately calmed down and acted as if nothing had happened.
If someone stood behind the master at this moment, they would be horrified to find that the master... was just a piece of human skin left!
The image of Gao Huaru, a fairy-like figure, displayed in front of Nantian was just a shell that the master managed to maintain with all his might.
But the master no longer had the strength to maintain the rest.
Just behind the master, one could see that underneath a piece of human skin, there was only a hole left, with no flesh or bones... not even a wound or bloodstain, as if from the very beginning, things that ordinary people would have should not exist here.
However, the human skin that should have wrapped the body perfectly now looked like a torn rag. Large patches of damage and holes made it look ugly, revealing the emptiness inside.
Feeling his own condition, the master gritted his teeth in hatred, and a ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.
That damn evil ghost was so powerful... Who would have thought that a mere stranger could do such a thing and even hurt him.
If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have turned into a pile of debris and been trapped in the dream forever.
However, the ghosts and gods were able to overcome numerous obstacles and enter his dreams to find him.
When he thought of Yeli, a look of retreat and fear appeared on Master's face.
What happened twenty years ago has always been a lingering shadow for him.
The fear of trembling under the road and being on the verge of death made him fear Yeli deeply. He was so defeated before the battle that he almost wanted to flee.
It is precisely because of this that ever since my master narrowly escaped death 20 years ago, he has been constantly thinking about how to deal with ghosts and gods. Even in the Nanming Mountains, he has set up numerous obstacles and formations to prevent ghosts and gods from finding him, ensuring that he can successfully hide between life and death.
It's like everyone's memory will be erased.
No one will remember the existence of the master. Even if they have talked to him, they will forget it the next moment.
Even in the Changshou Village upstream, no one knew that the one who actually controlled everything was the master.
Even the village chief is just a puppet that the master hides behind during the day.
Use the village chief's presence to cover your own aura and observe everything with the village chief's eyes.
The source of all this caution is because it was the memory of Nancun’s guilty soul that exposed the master to Ye Li twenty years ago.
No good or evil deeds recorded in any soul can escape the judgment of ghosts and gods.
Ye Li clearly saw that among the guilty souls in Nancun, the same image appeared, that is, his master.
As a result, the master's plan over the years was completely exposed. Ye Li realized the master's plot and pointed his sword at the master in anger, turning Nanming Mountain upside down.
That scene was so horrifying and shocking that the master dared not forget it for even a moment. The fear of Ye Li and the resulting awe of the Tao were deeply engraved in the master's soul.
Therefore, the master who revived Dongshan was much more cautious than he was 20 years ago.
Even those official personnel from the southern region who entered Changshou Village to investigate the situation, or the family members and friends of the large number of missing persons, were unable to find anything unusual in Nanming Mountain.
No, it should be said that Master eliminated the possibility of abnormality from the source of everything.
——Even if you saw it, what can you do?
You can't remember it, you can't tell it to others, and it will be forgotten in a blink of an eye.
Since no one knows about the abnormality, it is normal.
Therefore, the master spent twenty years peacefully in Nanming Mountain, and his plan once again reached the final step.
However, everything happened again just as before!
This is unforgivable!
When the master thought of Yan Shixun, he was so angry that he trembled all over.
He originally thought that the evil ghost was in his bones because the heaven and earth were begging for mercy from him, so they sent help to him.
But now it seems that Yan Shixun was clearly led by heaven and earth to Nanming Mountain, just to interrupt him on purpose!
In this case, the only solution now is to finish everything faster...faster!
He must complete his plan before heaven and earth get in his way again.
Otherwise, something unexpected will happen again.
The master made up his mind that he would devour Nantian's soul and restore the power that was suppressed by Grandma Nan before Yan Shixun was trapped in the dream and found Nantian.
Only in this way can he repair his soul and body that were severely injured by ghosts and gods, and have the strength to preside over the last and most crucial sacrifice again.
As the master thought so, his face still had a gentle and compassionate smile. He slowly bent down, stretched out his hand towards Nantian, and spoke in a bewitching voice.
"Do you want to escape from the pain? From now on, you don't have to suffer the pain of birth, aging, sickness and death, and restore the happiness and peace that life should have."
The master smiled and said, "I can help you do all this. Everything you fear will stay away from your life. You will bloom like a flower and never wither."
"if only……"
The master lowered his eyebrows and looked compassionate.
But Nantian didn't know why, from the angle he was looking up at, he actually felt that the old man in front of him had a terrifying and cold feeling.
It was as if in the eyes of the old man, I was not a living person, but just an object.
Nantian’s subconscious was trembling.
He had seen Yan Shixun stand up and protect everyone, and from then on this became his impression of the exorcist.
Even though he knew that Yan Shixun was already one of the top ghost exorcists, it was not fair to use Yan Shixun as a standard to measure other ghost exorcists.
However, he still couldn't help doing so, comparing every exorcist he met with Yan Shixun.
Although the old man in front of him looked like an immortal and the fact that he rescued him from the coffin was admirable, the flash of coldness in his eyes just now still made Nantian feel scared.
Although Yan Shixun is not a good-tempered person in the common perception, he is irritable, cold, and sometimes even inhumanely rational.
But at the same time, Yan Shixun also protects life and never gives up even the slightest possibility.
Yan Shixun can look cold and stern at his enemies, but he can also bend down, gently plant a seed, and raise up the innocent souls who have fallen into the abyss.
Nantian had never felt the same fear towards Yan Shixun as he did now.
This made his hand, which he had originally extended to the old man without hesitation, stop in mid-air.
The master saw Nantian’s hesitation, but he was no longer impatient. He bent down and grabbed Nantian with his powerful hands.
The chrysanthemum bushes suddenly broke into thousands of petals, which were blown up into the sky by the strong wind and then fell down one after another, covering the entire sky, earth, and the sun and moon.
All the scenery will also end.
…
After deciding to look for Nantian first, Yan Shixun fixed his eyes on the villagers walking on the mountain road.
Since the corpses hanging on the mountain wall are all from previous festivals, he and Nantian were trapped in Nanming Mountain because of this winter festival. There is a high probability that Nantian is in one of the coffins on the villagers' shoulders.
Because the path was too narrow to go forward, Yan Shixun had to use the hanging coffin as a foothold and jump continuously on the cliff in order to get a closer look.
His slender body was agile and light, like a large cat standing on tiptoe. Even in the most difficult places, he could keep his body steady gracefully without knocking over anything around him.
But it made the bystanders break out in a cold sweat.
The audience in front of the split screen dared not breathe, their hearts tightened because of the shaking camera angle that was always hanging outside the cliff. Even though they knew they could not do anything outside the screen, they were still subconsciously afraid that because of their breathing, Yan Shixun would be affected and get into danger.
Some timid people were so scared that they dared not look at the screen, for fear of seeing Yan Shixun fall off the cliff with their own eyes.
But Yan Shixun moved freely. He jumped on the neatly arranged hanging coffins, landed, turned over and jumped onto the path to check the coffin. It was not Nantian. He landed on the hanging coffin to avoid the villagers, and then repeated the process again.
Although during this process, Yan Shixun's physical strength was rapidly consumed.
However, in order to accurately find Nantian without using Ye Li's power to alert his master, he did not hesitate at all.
Yan Shixun remembered it clearly. He saw the coffin that Nantian was stuffed into. The shape, size, color and texture of the wood...
The appearance of the coffin that was slowly restored from memory was one of the bases for Yan Shixun to look for Nantian at this time.
Although he also remembered that yellow chrysanthemums bloomed on Nantian's coffin at that time, when he looked around, he could not see such a scene on any other coffin.
This made Yan Shixun frown.
Now that his memory has been undisturbed and has returned to normal, it is trustworthy and can't make mistakes. If so, why did the chrysanthemums disappear?
Or does it mean that certain conditions need to be met for chrysanthemums to bloom?
With this question in mind, Yan Shixun kept looking for Nantian's trace.
However, when he stepped on the next hanging coffin, an accident occurred.
"Crack!" With a slight sound, the lid of the hanging coffin broke.
A feeling of weightlessness ensues.
After a brief moment of surprise, Yan Shixun quickly realized that this was because some of the hanging coffins had become rotten due to weathering due to their age and could only barely maintain their appearance.
At this time, he stepped on the hanging coffin, and the rotten wooden board could no longer bear the weight and naturally broke into pieces.
He did not panic, but quickly adjusted his falling posture and quickly stabilized his body.
It was just that the landing point changed from outside the hanging coffin to inside the hanging coffin.
The broken wooden board of the coffin lid fell into the coffin and hit the body inside. Yan Shixun quickly found a suitable foothold and stood firmly.
However, when he lowered his head and looked into the coffin, his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The person lying in the coffin is... Liu Ming.
Although Yan Shixun had long known that Liu Ming was dead, he had never expected to see this face in the hanging coffin.
However, it is slightly different from the Liu Ming seen in Changshou Village.
Liu Ming, lying in the coffin, was wearing clothes from outside the mountains, with his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, holding a bunch of white and yellow chrysanthemums.
The chrysanthemum petals showed no signs of withering. They even trembled slightly in the mountain breeze inside the broken coffin, looking extraordinarily gorgeous.
Liu Ming's face was rosy and plump, without any of the pale and stiff complexion of death. Instead, it looked as if he had just fallen asleep and had a sweet dream.
His tightly closed eyes seemed as if they would open again in the next moment, and even there was a smile on his lips.
And judging from the skin that was not covered by Liu Ming's clothes, even his flesh and skin looked like a living person, so vivid that it was weird and creepy.
Anyone who saw Liu Ming in this state would not believe that he was dead.
Yan Shixun suddenly remembered that Liu Ming once said that after the ceremony, Changshou Village would be reborn.
What kind of new student?
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