There came a meaningless roar from within the coffin, like the roar of some country beast, and the coffin lid was banged loudly by the things inside.

The skinny hand stretched out from the crack of the shaking coffin, and the dark nails scratched deep sawdust marks on the coffin. You can imagine how sharp these nails are. If they scratched a person's skin, they would probably peel the skin off directly.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened that his heart was pounding. He pulled Bai Liu's men and tried to run away, but was caught by Bai Liu.

Not only did Bai Liu not run away, but he walked forward, turned over the talisman he had just torn off, and pasted it back on the red line.

A strange thing happened. The coffin, which had been shaking just now, suddenly became quiet.

The moment the talisman fell, golden light flashed on the red line. The corpses that were trying to break free from the coffins emitted white smoke as if they were burned when they touched the red line. Indistinct wails came from the coffin, and after shaking twice as if unwillingly, it finally returned to calm.

Kong Xuyang narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene, and clicked his tongue impatiently in his heart.

I was originally prepared to see that coward Bai Liu rush out of the temple in fright, but I didn't expect that someone would come up with a solution for him so quickly.

But Kong Xuyang quickly adjusted his expression, and hugged Yang Zhi with a look of horror, just like an ordinary person, but the viciousness in his eyes lingered, and he stared at Bai Liu.

Indeed, when the talisman is turned over, it turns out to be the [Ansha Curse], which is indeed still useful.

But he could avoid the first day, but not the seventh day. This talisman would not last on the seventh day. The orthodox Maoshan talisman learning and the yellow paper were in his hands. When the seventh day came, he had no talisman for protection and was holding a book on sorcery. He wanted to see what Bai Liu would do.

Mu Sicheng stood stiffly like a wooden stick in front of Bai Liu, his chest heaving violently, his face pale as he faced the eight coffins. He looked terrified at the first sight.

He actually wanted to run away, but for some reason, Mu Sicheng always felt that if he left Bai Liu here alone, then facing Bai Liu in the future would be more terrifying than facing these eight coffins.

There was no fear on Bai Liu's face. He patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and instructed him in a normal manner: "Go light three incense sticks and bow three times, not four. Stay away from the shrine."

Mu Sicheng's mind was still dizzy. After hearing Bai Liu's instructions, he just said "oh" and walked forward with weak hands and feet.

As a result, when he was halfway there, Mu Sicheng was picking up the incense to prepare for the worship. His eyes glanced at the eight niches placed in a row on the table in front of the statue with lingering fear, and suddenly they froze as if something was stuck.

Eight... niches?

Mu Sicheng turned around slowly. He pointed at the coffin next to him with a wan expression, his fingers trembling faintly: "Bai, Bai Liu, there is one more coffin."

Bai Liu was already kneeling on one knee beside the extra coffin, and was carefully touching the edges and corners of the coffin with his fingers. Hearing this, he hummed without raising his head and said, "I see."

At first glance under the dim light, this extra coffin seemed to be of similar specifications, size, color and material, with a black lacquered top, a red string around the waist and bells hanging on the four corners. But after a careful inspection, Bai Liu discovered something odd about this coffin.

Bai Liu looked at the fingertips that had just touched the coffin, and saw a thin layer of yellow soil on them.

This is a coffin that has been used for burial.

Not only has it been buried before, but the burial must have been quite a while ago. The bells hanging from the four corners are brass bells of an antique design. Judging from the style, they should be from the end of the last dynasty a hundred years ago.

The red thread was new, the same red thread used in other coffins. The coffin seemed to have been repainted, and there was no sign of wood decay, but a damp, rotten wood smell could be smelled.

However, although the exterior had been repainted, it had probably never been opened, as a layer of untouched soil could be felt along the edge of the coffin.

There was no yellow talisman on the coffin, which looked unsafe.

Mu Sicheng was shaking with tears in his eyes: "Bai Liu, how come there is suddenly an extra coffin?!"

"What I'm more interested in now is why there is this extra coffin." Bai Liu stood up, walked past Mu Sicheng and came to the niche on the altar. He looked at it for a while and said thoughtfully, "So that's it."

Mu Sicheng carefully leaned over Bai Liu's shoulder and looked over. With Bai Liu's cover, he raised the video camera as if facing a powerful enemy and started filming the shrine.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but just now he counted out that there was one extra niche, but he didn't dare to look at it for fear. Now, with the double protection of Bai Liu and the camera, he dared to look.

Mu Sicheng filmed for a while. He looked at the shrine on the small screen of the video camera. The more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. His expression changed from confusion at first, to disbelief, and now to confusion.

"This shrine..." Mu Sicheng said in confusion, "Why is it from 1884?!"

The date of birth and death written on the niche is [1884-1900], and the gender and name are written very simply, with only one sentence: a girl from the Li family.

Mu Sicheng began to question himself and took out his phone to check: "We are in modern society, how can this coffin be from over a hundred years ago?"

"After a woman gets married, she will be buried with her husband's surname, called a clan name." Bai Liu looked at the coffin, "The person in this coffin is a 16-year-old unmarried girl. It is estimated that she died during her marriage."

Mu Sicheng was confused again: "Why did she die while getting married?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng lightly, and Mu Sicheng inexplicably saw a hint of disgust in her glance.

Bai Liu turned to look at the coffin and explained, "After a woman gets married, she takes her husband's surname. If a woman from the Li family marries a man named Zhang and is buried, she should be buried under the name of [Zhang Li] and in the Zhang family's ancestral tomb."

"And the girl in this coffin was buried as a girl from the Li family."

Bai Liu said calmly, "This is very interesting. Unmarried women in that era were not allowed to be buried in coffins or in ancestral tombs. But the size of this coffin shows that this woman was most likely buried in the ancestral tomb in the end."

"There are two most likely scenarios for an unmarried girl buried in the ancestral tomb. The first is that this girl has made great contributions to the family, and the second is that this girl died on her way to get married."

"But this girl has no surname or name, so I am more inclined to the second scenario."

Mu Sicheng suddenly realized something and said, "Then why is it a coffin from a hundred years ago?"

Bai Liu said calmly, "An ancient tomb has been dug up, right? This is quite common in a small village that is isolated from the rest of the world."

Kong Xuyang gritted his teeth as he listened.

He had cleared all the basic information that the old Taoist He Daniu had told Bai Liu and the others, but Bai Liu was able to figure it out again on his own.

What kind of monster is Bai Liu? !

"...Does this mean there's a 100-year-old female corpse in this coffin?!" Mu Sicheng realized what was in the coffin belatedly. He shuddered and took two steps back, looking terrified. "How terrifying."

Kong Xuyang smiled falsely and stepped forward to pat Mu Sicheng on the shoulder: "Hey! Is Bai Liu right? He is just making a random guess, maybe he said it to scare you!"

Mu Sicheng retorted without hesitation: "Bai Liu is just making a random guess, so he is right."

Bai Liu looked past Mu Sicheng and towards Kong Xuyang, and nodded in agreement: "You are right, all of this is just my guess, it may not be accurate."

Kong Xuyang was stunned by what Bai Liu said.

"Practice is the only criterion for testing truth." Bai Liu stepped forward, put his hands on the lid of the coffin, and pushed it down with both hands. "If we open it, we will know who is inside, right?"

Kong Xuyang had no time to stop him and could only watch Bai Liu push open the coffin lid.

He and Yang Zhi, both of whom had played the game once, were stunned and watched in amazement as Bai Liu released one of the strongest monsters in the game, Yinshan Village.

Mu Sicheng was now completely offline. He stood in front of the coffin that had suddenly been opened with a blank expression, still holding the camera in his left hand.

The coffin lid fell heavily to the ground, shaking the floor and splashing a cloud of dust and dirt.

In the sky full of dust, Bai Liu patted the dust on his hands, covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, raised the flashlight on his cell phone, took a step forward, and approached the edge of the coffin.

The hazy feeling brought by the dust gradually dissipated. Bai Liu waved his hand to disperse the dust in front of him and looked into the coffin with the help of the dim light and the light of the flashlight.

This coffin was just as Bai Liu had guessed. The outside of it had been painted, but the inside had never been opened. Once it was opened, a moldy smell of rotten wood wafted over.

Water was dripping from the dark, wet interior of the coffin. The wood was rotting and decaying. A corpse wearing a lotus-embroidered cheongsam-like wedding gown lay quietly at the bottom.

The bride was not tall. She wore a hair crown and her clothes were covered with a thick layer of dust. She folded her hands below her heart with her thumbs raised, covering her clasped hands with a scale rod about an inch long that was woven with red thread.

A misty bronze mirror was inlaid inside the top of the coffin, reflecting the bride's feet in black boots. Her face was covered with a satin veil with a double happiness pattern. The tassels on the veil were dirty and hung on her shoulders, so her appearance could not be seen.

Bai Liu's gaze moved to the bride's hands folded on her chest and paused slightly.

The hands had lush skin and round nails, like jade sculptures. Not only was there no trace of dryness or decay, but they even looked fresher than the corpse next to them that had just died two days ago.

Not only that, the entire body was straight and upright, with the knees slightly bent, and the clothes did not collapse at all due to decay.

——Looks like a living person.

Bai Liu's eyes scanned the entire corpse and then returned to the scale bar that the corpse's hands were clasping. He reached out his hand without fear and used a little force to pull the scale bar out of the bride's body.

Although the wooden scale was covered in dust, one could still tell it was exquisitely crafted, with a dragon and a phoenix intertwined carved on it. It was clearly a wedding pole used to lift the bride's veil.

Kong Xuyang saw Bai Liu pull out the pole without saying a word, and his eyes became terrified. He couldn't help but remind him: "Don't move!"

The coffin was originally foggy, with only the vague reflection of the bronze mirror on its feet. At the moment the wedding pole was pulled out, it suddenly shifted to the side and became clearly visible, revealing a face painted with white powder and rouge, which was obviously the face of the bride.

The face of the bride in the coffin was still covered by the veil, and not a hair could be seen. However, the bride in the mirror smiled coquettishly, turned her head 360 degrees, and stared straight at the white willow holding the wedding pole with her penetrating eyes, and sang sadly and melodiously:

"My husband, come back and chat..."

"How pitiful! You are my bones by the river, and you are my lover in my spring dream!"