Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1111: Pit 205 meters deep, singing ecstasy

Chapter 1111: Pit 205 meters deep, singing ecstasy (1)
The singing in the coffin is definitely something that stimulates people's nerves.

Shady and cool, light and faint.The singing pierced into the ears, as if something sharp was gently pricking the heart. Even though Mo Jiu had been through many ancient tombs in his previous and later lives, and seen all kinds of strange events, he had never encountered such a scary thing. s things.

How could someone sing in the coffin?

The back is numb and crispy, and the taste is so ecstasy.

Her goosebumps fell all over the floor, and she was still able to think about scientific explanations, but judging from the expressions of the other Mohist disciples, all they could think of was superstition.

"Is there a ghost?"

"...Have you ever seen a ghost?"

"This tomb is old, maybe it's a zombie?"

"Don't scare me!"

Everyone said in a low voice, their emotions were different.

And the singing in the coffin continues——

"The garrison looks at Bianyi, and thinks of his return with a bitter face. The tall building is at night, and the sigh is not free..."

The owner of the singing voice sang resentfully, like an abandoned girl—this is in line with the characteristics of a lady in the tomb of the Eight Diagrams.The whole space was dark, and amidst the singing and discussion, even the air seemed to be a bit cooler.

Looking back, Mo Jiu saw that everyone's face seemed to be a little pale blue. Although they didn't say anything, they all seemed to be afraid.If Mo Jiu hadn't come from a later life, I'm afraid he would have the feeling of seeing a ghost immediately, and wanted to run away...

But she is a giant, a giant of the Mo family.

Restraining the feeling of heart palpitations, she slowly approached with the lantern in hand.

"Boom!" She knocked on the iron coffin with her hand.

"Hey, who's singing? Get out—"

The man in the coffin, of course, did not answer, and continued to sing repeatedly.

"Winds of tens of thousands of miles blow across the Yumen Pass..."

"Interesting!" Mo Jiuqiang calmed down, lowered his head and picked up a hammer that his disciple had placed on the wet stone slab, and smashed it directly on the top of the coffin. Sing, let you sing—”

The sound of the hammer hitting the iron coffin was sharp and piercing.

If there is a ghost in it, that's all. If someone is "pretending to be a ghost", how much will the ears suffer?

Mo Jiu is smart, this trick is definitely useful to people.

But if it's right...

"From the land of the war, I don't see anyone returning..." The ghost's voice was faint and incessant, as if it was not affected by the heavy blow of her hammer at all, it still sang from the coffin to her ears, causing the ghost on her back to sing. A layer of numb feeling added a bit of heaviness.

"Dong dong!"

Mo Jiu's heart hardened, and he smashed harder.

"The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds..."

"Dong dong!"

"The tall building should be the night, and the sigh should not be idle..."

The singing voice was not affected in the slightest, and it kept looping.

Mo Jiu was a little confused!

Could it be a music box that plays automatically?
Trigger the mechanism, and it will repeat incessantly?

But how could there be such advanced gadgets at that time?
She didn't quite believe that the technology of the Mohist school could advance to such a level at that time, she chanted "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He snorted coldly.

"Is there a ghost? Cao Yuan, bring me a bucket of black dog blood."

"Black dog blood?" Cao Yuan was taken aback, "Where can I find it now?"

Mo Jiu slammed the iron coffin heavily, and the voice kept saying, "If there is no black dog, I will find a black pig. If there is no black pig, then I will find a white pig. Anyway, bring me a bucket of blood——I must take this monster today." It cannot be poured out."

(End of this chapter)

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