"... Was the original owner being plotted against?"
"Or, the original owner himself is part of this thousand-year conspiracy!"
Gu Qingcheng speculated secretly.
She had a hunch that as long as she could uncover the conspiracy, she would learn some truth.
She can then determine the wish of the person who made the wish and then complete the task.
There was no other way. This was the first time Gu Qingcheng met the original owner who didn’t know her own wishes, so she could only rely on herself to figure it out!
And she seemed to be doing very well. Just after she and Chi Powang entered the world, they came across this ancient tomb in Mangshan.
Everything found in the ancient tomb shows that it is inextricably linked to the Yunhua Mountain Underground Palace.
"Let's go! Go in and take a look!"
Chi Powang deduced some situations but did not say them out loud.
He wanted to go in and verify it himself.
Chi Powang pinched his fingers together and a ball of fire suddenly appeared at his fingertips.
The fire slowly rose into the air, like a drone, following the master and disciple.
The corridor was illuminated and Chi Powang walked slowly.
Gu Qingcheng nodded, "Yes! Master!"
She followed Chi Powang obediently, but still held the phone in her hand and continued to watch the replay.
In the picture, the anchor is still trying to commit suicide in various ways.
I don’t know whether this anchor is fearless because he is ignorant, or he is fearless because he really has a trump card.
Seeing the sarcophagus, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he excitedly shouted to the camera:
"Fellow Daoists, did you see that? There really is a stone coffin?"
"Guess what's in here?"
Thousand-year-old corpse?
Has he already become the owner of a tomb filled with dry bones?
Or is it full of burial objects?
Netizens in the live broadcast room were still in a state of "fear and excitement".
Various speculations flashed across the screen.
There were also some netizens urging the host to stop keeping the secret and just go ahead and open it.
"Open? My fellow Taoist, you really are—"
"This is a sarcophagus from a wild tomb, not a museum exhibit. No one can guarantee what's inside!"
"What if I open the coffin lid and a zombie jumps out? I, I—"
The host pretended to be silent and complained.
However, netizens who are familiar with his routine know that this "old Taoist" has started asking for rewards again.
"Rich dads in the livestream room, hurry up and give us some tips!"
"Yes! Are the first and second place on the list here? Let this greedy old Taoist get to work!"
Netizens were absolutely eager to watch the fun and some even started to make trouble.
Of course, there are also more rational netizens who keep persuading:
"Don't move! Don't be naughty!"
"Yeah! It's too dangerous. What if there really are zombies—"
"The one in front, you've watched too many movies, you really think ghosts exist in real life?"
"That's right, at most there will be some snakes, insects, and wild beasts, but definitely no zombies!"
"Black donkey hooves! Taoist priest, do you have any black donkey hooves, glutinous rice, black dog blood, or anything like that?"
Netizens continued to have fun.
It's the middle of the night, and I don't know where they get the energy from.
And those wealthy netizens started to give rewards crazily.
Various special effects flashed in the live broadcast room. The host took a glance and the corners of his mouth raised by more than 45 degrees.
"Well, since you fellow Taoists are so curious, I will pluck up my courage and give it a try!"
The host said this seriously.
However, Gu Qingcheng could see clearly that although the anchor seemed "bold and reckless", he was still courting death in various ways.
But, in fact, he was prepared.
A red line appeared on his neck, and the host subconsciously touched it before pushing open the sarcophagus.
Gu Qingcheng had reason to suspect that the red string was tied to something like a talisman or a jade artifact.
And this anchor seems to believe in this "magic weapon" very much.
After touching the red line, he looked much calmer!
The anchor took out a tripod from his backpack, found a suitable position, and fixed the phone.
Then, in front of the netizens in the live broadcast room, he gritted his teeth and exerted force with both hands.
After struggling for a long time, he finally pushed the big and heavy sarcophagus lid open!
"Oh shit! It's so heavy! It's really heavy!"
"Fellow Daoists, let me take a breath first, then we can go see what's inside the sarcophagus!"
The host sat down with his back against the sarcophagus, sweating and panting.
It took several minutes before the anchor got up again.
Pick up your phone and select selfie stick mode again.
He was very cautious and did not climb directly onto the sarcophagus. Instead, he extended the selfie stick above the sarcophagus.
This sarcophagus is slightly smaller than the one Gu Qingcheng was lying in.
There is no platform, it is placed directly on the ground.
The height of the sarcophagus is about 1.6 or 1.7 meters. The host is very tall, about 1.80 meters.
Standing on tiptoe and craning his neck, he could peer into the interior of the sarcophagus.
However, to be on the safe side, he asked netizens to take a look first——
"Fellow Daoists, did you see anything?"
There was a moment of stagnation on the screen, and no comments were displayed.
After a full minute or two, sporadic comments began to float over:
"Holy crap! It's empty!"
"That's right, there's nothing. I was scared for nothing."
"Tsk, I've already said it before, there are no zombies in reality."
"The one in front, this is still not normal. Even if there are no zombies, there should be a corpse or bones!"
"There's nothing wrong with this, only a stone coffin. The owner of this ancient tomb must be suffering from some serious illness!"
Netizens' mentality is somewhat contradictory. They are afraid of seeing horrific scenes, but if there is really nothing scary, they will feel disappointed.
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