Urban super crazy fairy

Chapter 161 Coffin and Corpse

After saying these words, Murong Shisan fell into a coma.

Feeling the weak breath on his body, Lin Xiu frowned tightly.

Murong Shisan was seriously injured.

Lin Xiu carried him out of the dungeon and gently placed him on the ground.

He checked every inch of Murong Shisan's body, his already ugly face became more and more gloomy.

It's no wonder that with Murong Shisan's strength as a titled grandmaster, he would end up in such a fate.

He was poisoned!
Although it is not a poison that kills people, once it is swallowed by mistake, it will also lose the ability to move in a very short time.

This poison made Murong Shisan lose his ability to move. Immediately afterwards, the members of Murong's family sealed all the acupoints in his body.

Once the acupoint is sealed, he is no different from an ordinary person, and he can't even use the strength of a titled master.

Lin Xiu's ten fingers moved lightly on his shoulders, and immediately, silver needles flew out of his body.

The moment the silver needle flew out of the body, Murong Shisan's aura recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lin Xiu took out a pill and gently put it into his mouth.

After doing this, Lin Xiu let out a long sigh of relief.

He got up and looked around the secret room, and his eyes fell on the coffin.

There is a coffin in the secret room?
Ordinary people would never do such a strange thing.

There is only one reason for such a strange situation.

That is, this coffin is very important, very important to Murong Ce.

Chinese people are very taboo about things like coffins, and it is absolutely impossible for normal people to visit a coffin in their own homes.

Lin Xiu walked over to the coffin, grabbed the coffin lid, and exerted a little force.

The coffin lid is very heavy. This is a high-quality golden nanmu coffin, which will not decay for hundreds of years.

Moreover, this coffin is definitely not newly built, but an... ancient coffin.

From the old traces on the coffin, it can be seen that this coffin may have a history of at least several hundred years, or even longer.

"Quack~"

When the coffin lid slid, it made a toothache sound.

When the coffin lid was completely pushed away, Lin Xiu looked down and couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

This……

In the coffin, there was actually a dead body!
The corpse was a male, about 1.7 meters five, wearing a Taoist uniform from the Tang Dynasty, with a yin and yang pattern embroidered on his chest.

This person is about 40 years old, with good facial features, sword eyebrows full of heroism, and long hair tied into a bun. He is indeed a Taoist priest.

Weird, so weird.

There is a coffin in the secret room, and there is also a corpse of a Taoist priest who has not decomposed in the coffin.

Could it be that Murong Ce killed the person?
A Taoist priest from a certain sect?

But why not destroy the corpse?

Instead, he deliberately bought a valuable golden nanmu coffin to hold the corpse?

"Do you know whose corpse this is?" Lin Xiu asked.

"Corpse?" Murong Wufang was stunned for a moment, then walked quickly, and when he saw a corpse in the coffin, he also looked surprised.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Lin Xiu couldn't help remembering that when Murong Ce was killed, he said he wanted to tell himself a secret.

Probably, the secret he wanted to talk about should be related to this corpse.

Lin Xiu walked around in the secret room, looking around, a stack of papers on the table caught his attention.

Picking it up and taking a look, the words on the paper made Lin Xiu's eyes flash with shock.

He looked at the paper, then at the neatly placed antiques, and at the coffin.

The surprise in my heart was almost indescribable.

Murong Ce has been looking for a way to break through the guru these years, and he found that there are some antiques with a weak aura on them.

And these auras can be absorbed by martial practitioners and strengthen their bodies.

Lin Xiu was not surprised by this.

Today's earth is short of aura, and it has already reached the end of the Dharma era.

But hundreds of years ago, thousands of years ago, the earth was not like this.

At that time, the earth was full of aura, and many of the legends left over from ancient times were true.

And if the antiques left over from that era are well preserved, it is not surprising that they contain the aura of that era.

However, these did not attract Lin Xiu. After all, the spiritual energy contained in the antiques is still too little, far inferior to the spiritual stone.

What really surprised him was some information Murong Ce recorded about the coffin.

This coffin was obtained by him from Zijin Mountain.

Although he didn't know who the man in the coffin was, he found someone to test the age of the coffin.

The detected results are quite amazing!
This coffin belongs to the Tang Dynasty!
But this does not mean that the man in the coffin is also from the Tang Dynasty.

After all, as long as you have money, you can buy things like ancient coffins.

But the possibility of buying a coffin used by others is relatively small.

Lin Xiu read all the information on these pages, and he understood why Murong Ce arrested Murong Shisan.

This old thing turned out to be because of Murong Thirteen's titled Grandmaster's strength.

And he happened to have obtained a crooked means, which can use other people's strength for his own use.

Lin Xiu shook his head, but he didn't bother to think about it. People are dead, and these are meaningless.

"My lord..." Murong Shisan's slightly weak voice sounded from behind.

He got up from the ground, although his body was still very weak, but he was much better than before.

"Yes." Lin Xiu said, "Follow me."

"Yes."

The three left the secret room and came outside the villa.

Lin Xiu stood in the yard, looked at the group of desperate Murong family members in front of him, and said expressionlessly, "Thirteen, what do you want to do with them?"

dispose of...

When everyone heard this, they became even more nervous.

"Brother Thirteen, let us go, this matter has nothing to do with us."

someone cried.

Lin Xiu didn't speak, no matter what choice Murong Shisan made, he would not interfere.

Even if he wanted to release all these people, Lin Xiu would not say a word.

Murong Shisan's physical strength was constantly recovering, but he couldn't recover to its peak in a short time.

He looked at these people coldly. It has been eight years. It has been eight years since he left Murong's house.

He clearly remembered how these people bullied him when he was a child.

He will never forget that scene.

He also remembered how much he liked Murong Yue.

But this time, when he came back, Murong Yue wanted to hurt himself.

From that moment, Murong Shisan knew that his heart was completely dead.

"My parents, who killed them back then?" Murong Shisan asked.

If there is anything in the Murong family that is worthy of his nostalgia, it is the cause of his parents' death.

"I don't know, we don't know." The clansmen shook their heads one after another.

They are only in their 20s, how could they know what happened that year?
"I know." An elderly clansman said suddenly.

(End of this chapter)