dragon hunter

Chapter 223 Dove occupying the magpie's nest
In front of the tomb, the cold jade coffin exudes a layer of fluorescence, and a lifelike relief of a coiled dragon can be vaguely seen on it.

On both sides of Hanyu's coffin, there are two accompanying coffins made of gold, the size of which is slightly smaller, faithfully guarding the main coffin.

"Damn it, golden coffin, if you knock one piece off, the fat man will get rich." Fatty Wang muttered to himself.

"The person lying in the cold jade coffin should be Cao Cao, right?" Li Xiaolei said softly behind her.

The Seventeenth Lord behaved a little strangely, he took two steps forward and then stopped, the knuckles of the hand holding Qinglong Yanyue Dao turned white.

I can understand Master Seventeen's mood. He is a descendant of the Cao family, and the person lying in the cold jade coffin is his ancestor.

"Forefathers and ancestors, Seventeen has no choice but to take the "Funeral Sutra" and leave, and never touch anything in the tomb." Seventeenth Master made a big gift.

I gave Fatty Wang a wink and told him to take it easy, don't be reckless for a while, and make trouble.

The Seventeenth Master's footsteps were a little heavy, he paused every step, and walked towards Hanyu's coffin.

We followed behind, experienced life and death, and saw that the goal was about to be achieved, and we inevitably felt a little lax in our hearts.

"Hiss, it's so cold, this effect is comparable to cold storage." Fatty Wang shivered with his arms in his arms.

I rubbed my hands, let out a breath of cold air, got closer, and vaguely saw a vague figure lying in the cold jade coffin.

At the same time, I was also a little apprehensive, for fear that the legendary "Funeral Sutra" might not be here.

The closer the Seventeenth Lord got to Hanyu's coffin, the slower his steps, as if a huge boulder was hanging on his legs.

Fatty Wang was impatient, couldn't bear it, and rushed over in two steps.

I stretched out my hand and pulled it, but didn't hold it back. I stared bitterly at the back of that bastard. I had just warned him not to be reckless, but this bastard forgot about it in an instant.

"The "Funeral Sutra" of Lao Shizi you are talking about is a scroll of bamboo slips?" Fatty Wang stared at the Hanyu coffin and asked.

I was overjoyed, although I had never seen the "Funeral Sutra", judging from the age, it should be the bamboo slips.

The Seventeenth Master was afraid of bumping into his ancestors, so he was a little hesitant, instead of his usual resolute temperament, he was moaning.

I was afraid that Fatty Wang would touch things indiscriminately and cause trouble, so I offended him and walked over quickly.

Regarding the eternal hero lying in the coffin, I am actually very curious, and I want to see what this hero who would rather bear the burden of the world looks like.

Walking up to Fatty Wang, I lowered my head and looked into the Hanyu coffin, the first thing I saw was the bamboo slips held by that body.

My eyes slowly moved up, and when I saw the face of the body, I was stunned for a moment, and the other side was not right.

In the Sutra of Broken Physiognomy, it was mentioned that Cao Cao's face was that of a hero with a white tiger hiding its wings, with two thick eyebrows like tiger wings, a slightly hooked nose, and thin lips.

But the body lying in the cold jade coffin was the appearance of a powerful minister, with thin eyebrows and a lavender complexion.

It just so happened that when it was mentioned in the Xiangjing that Ying Huo hindered the master's face, he gave an example, saying that Sima Yi in history had this face.

"Sima Yi!" I couldn't restrain the shock in my heart, I didn't know what was going on.

"What Sima Yi, what are you talking about?" Fatty Wang looked confused.

The Seventeenth Master was as nimble as a civet cat, he rushed over at once, fixed his eyes on the Hanyu coffin, and shouted that it was impossible.

"Our clan's ancestral hall enshrines the portrait of our ancestor Cao Cao. He is definitely not our ancestor Cao Cao." Seventeenth Master said in shock.

A burst of cold laughter echoed in the tomb, the voice was hoarse, like sawing wood.

I raised my head in horror and looked around nervously. The voice was vague and uncertain, and I don't know where it came from.

"Old coffin ladle, don't pretend to be a ghost, grandpa can hear your voice." The Seventeenth Master held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife tightly, raised his head and shouted.

My eyelids twitched, I didn't expect this old thing from the Sima family to appear here without a sound.

Recalling the mysterious footsteps that once sounded in the tomb passage, a trace of cold sweat fell from my forehead.

"Old coffin ladle, if you keep hiding, I will chop the guy in the coffin with a single knife." The Seventeenth Master was very angry, and held the Qinglong Yanyue knife sideways.

"Seventeen, aren't you curious about all this?" The hoarse voice echoed in the tomb.

"Fart your fart!" Seventeenth Master said impatiently.

I gripped the Gouyu sword tightly and carefully searched for the source of the sound. For some reason, I always had a bad premonition in my heart.

"Cao Cao is suspicious by nature. It is mysterious to build a grave. He even found such a treasure. One point, and he will lose completely."

The sound of the ladle in the old coffin was somewhat smug. I listened intently, but still couldn't find the source of the sound.

"Where did you hide the body of ancestor Cao Cao?" Seventeenth Master looked excited.

"How do I know this? It's been nearly 2000 years. Maybe my ancestors threw Cao Cao's body out to feed the dogs?" The old coffin ladle laughed hoarsely after he finished speaking.

"Go to your mother!" The Seventeenth Master's eyes were about to burst, he raised the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, and slashed at the body inside the coffin.

"Dang!" With a crisp sound, the Qinglong Yanyue knife slashed on an invisible air cover, and the body inside the coffin was unscathed.

"Seventeen, I advise you not to waste your efforts, the ancestor has dragon energy to protect his body, you can't hurt him." The old coffin ladle said proudly.

The two golden accompanying coffins on the side made a "creaking" sound, and then the coffin lid fell to the side, and the two armored bodies sat upright.

"Oh my god, the old zongzi cheated on his corpse." Fatty Wang shrank his neck and hid behind me.

I gripped the Gouyu sword tightly and stared at the sitting body. Seeing the clothes on the other side, it should be an ancient general.

The Seventeenth Master was holding back his anger and had nowhere to vent it. With a loud shout, he swung the Qinglong Yanyue Saber and slashed at one of the armored bodies.

The flames splattered, and a crack appeared in the armor on the body, which unexpectedly blocked the blow of the famous soldier of the ages.

"These two gold-armored corpses have been lonely for many years. I hope you have a good time playing. When you get old, you like to go to the theater." The voice of the old coffin ladle was like a night owl.

I was so angry when I heard it, I looked up and looked around, and cursed loudly: "Old turtle, don't hide in your shell and pretend to be a grandson, get out if you have the guts."

"Smelly mouth, you should be punished!" The voice of the old coffin ladle was tinged with anger.

I was on guard, and waited for a few seconds, but nothing happened. I was about to sarcastically, when the two girls behind me exclaimed.

I turned around in horror, and saw the two girls behind me disappear without a trace, leaving a black hole in place.

Ignoring the golden-armored corpse crawling out of the coffin, I rushed to the black hole, turned on the flashlight, and wanted to shine inside.

The second daughter was lying in a wooden box. Before I could react, the wooden box quickly slid away along the track.

I realized it later, and when the wooden box disappeared, I realized that it was a pulley cart.

"Fatty, follow Lord Seventeen closely, I'll go down to save people." I finished speaking hastily, and immediately jumped into the pit.

There is a hole in the sky below, and there are mechanism gears everywhere. Holding the flashlight, I carefully explore along the track.

In the tomb above, Fatty Wang's ghostly cries and wolf howls could be heard faintly. I frowned, but I felt that with the veteran Seventeenth Lord around, Fatty probably wouldn't suffer greatly.

There was the sound of a machine gun coming from the side, and a crossbow arrow flew past my cheek, scaring me into a cold sweat.

The place below should be the key room of the tomb, and the huge gears are shocking to see.

The track under my feet bends and turns, and the pulley cart has long since disappeared. I was worried that my second daughter would encounter an accident, so I quickened my pace.

Suddenly, the calf seemed to touch a thin silk thread, and a warning signal suddenly rose in my heart. Without any hesitation, I immediately dodged aside.

From the position where I was standing just now, a sharp spear sticks out from bottom to top. The cold light shining on the tip of the spear makes my heart shudder.

Before I could catch my breath, there was the sound of wheels sliding in front of me, and a huge black shadow roared towards me.

I quickly jumped to the side of the track, the whistling pulley cart, the strong wind made my chest hurt, my back was slightly cold, and there was a tingling pain.

Sensing the sharp weapon behind me, I was so frightened that I was so frightened that I flew forward, turned around in a hurry, and saw a figure, which disappeared in a flash.

Smelling the familiar rancid smell, I immediately knew who the guy was hiding in the dark.

"Old coffin ladle, you run so fast, you're in a hurry to go back to the funeral?" I deliberately stimulated the other party.

"Little bastard, you are courting death!" A black figure rushed over, the sharp steel thorn in his hand gleaming with a cold blue light.

I was not surprised but delighted. When I first met the other party, this old guy was a master of "domain".

Now we are fighting again, but I don't feel a trace of "domain", indicating that the opponent's old wounds have not healed.

I gripped the Gouyu sword tightly, and fought with the opponent, this old thing was very cunning, he tried a few tricks with me, but seeing that he couldn't take advantage of it, he dodged and hid.

Tricks are everywhere here, I dare not blindly chase them for fear of falling into a trap.

After thinking about it, I decided to ignore the other party for the time being, and save the second daughter first.

"Little bastard, those two women are doomed. Using their blood can just awaken the ancestors." The old coffin ladle said in secret.

My heart sank, I ignored him, and trot along the track.

I escaped several traps on the way, and was harassed by the old coffin ladle. When I found the second daughter, my eyes were tearing apart.

Two women were bound by iron chains to a copper pillar, which was covered with sharp barbs. The two women were dripping with blood, their heads were slightly lowered, and they seemed to have passed out.

Under their feet is a disc cast in bronze, engraved with strange runes, blood flows into the groove, and the copper disc shimmers.

My forehead was sweating with anxiety, the iron chain was very thick, and it was completely impossible to cut it off with the jade hook sword in my hand.

"The ancestors have been sleeping for so many years. After drinking the blood of pure yin, they will definitely wake up. By then, you will all die without a place to die." A vicious voice came from behind.

"Your sister, grandpa will let you die first without a place to bury you." Furious, I turned around and threw the hook jade sword.

(End of this chapter)