The magic soldier begins to cross

Chapter 113
Inside the white jade coffin lay a person quietly, to be precise, it was a woman, as if she was asleep, because her complexion was ruddy.

But what surprised Nangong Wentian was that the outline of this woman was very similar to his sister Nangong Wenya.

But when he calmed down his restless mood, he looked inside again, and countless doubts arose in his heart.

This person is not Wenya, it's just that the facial outline looks very similar to Wenya's, that's why he recognized her mistake at first sight, and her age should be around 24 or 16, but Wenya is only [-] now.

I saw the woman lying in the coffin, wearing a white court dress, with long ice-blue hair scattered on the jade pillow in the coffin.

The color on the red lips was darker, and the skin was white, not like a dead person at all.

Nangong Wentian slowly recovered from his horror, thinking to himself, isn't he a dead person?He isn't even afraid of the Heavenly Demon Army, is he still afraid of this?

Thinking of this, his courage instantly grew, and he walked lightly to the white jade sarcophagus behind the stone tablet.

It was found that the coffin lid should have been pushed open by the mechanism he touched, but this mechanism is too obvious, right?

Looking at the beautiful woman lying in the coffin, he frowned, and actually stretched out his fingers towards her nostrils.

It turned out that the one who was indeed not breathing was a dead person, but the corpse was preserved too well, right?

He looked around the jade coffin left and right, strode over to the half-open coffin lid, took a closer look, and found that there was even a line of small writing on it.

Nangong Qin, the deceased is dead, the deceased is alive, buried on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month in 635 of the Tianling calendar, and his heart is immortal...

"Nangong Qin?!"

Nangong Wentian muttered to himself, could this woman also belong to the Nangong family?
But he remembered that there was no such name in the Nangong genealogy, and now it is the Shenbing calendar, where is the time in the Tianling calendar?

These doubts surrounded his heart, pricking him like a poisonous thorn.

After confirming again and again that there was nothing else in the jade coffin except a person lying there, he got up and walked towards the huge arched stone gate.

All the light in this underground palace comes from this stone gate, and it looks like a very vicissitudes of life.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, he found that the material was rough, it seemed to be made of ordinary stone, but why it radiated light, Nangong Wentian still couldn't figure it out.

And the opposite side of the door is just the other side, it doesn't mean that it goes anywhere else, and he stretched out his hand to go through it, and there is nothing unusual.

"Heavenly Maiden White Moon, when you cross this distance, everything will end..."

These are the characters he found on the stone gate, the characters are very rough, it seems that they were added later.

Moreover, Nangong Wentian discovered an obvious problem, the characters carved on the stone tablet, jade coffin, and stone gate, the strokes and strength were not carved by the same person at all.

He could still see this, and with the ambiguity of the handwriting, the one on the jade coffin was the clearest, indicating that it was the last engraving.

And the small line of handwriting on the stone gate is the most blurred, indicating that the time span has been a long time.

For some reason, this place always reminded him of some creepiness, and it was a pity that he didn't find any treasures.

I complained in my heart, after all, the tomb of such a big palace doesn't even have a burial object?Isn't it too poor?
He shook his head, and lay directly on the floor of the palace in the shape of a big cross, being caressed by the breeze from time to time.

dong... dong...

Suddenly, Nangong Wentian sat up abruptly. In this absolutely quiet underground palace, after he calmed down, he heard bursts of very faint voices.

If he didn't listen carefully, he couldn't hear it at all, but when he tried to listen carefully, he couldn't hear any sound.

He carefully recalled the faint voice just now, it seemed a little familiar...

Pressing his temple and gently rubbing it for a while, his heart calmed down again.

thump…

That voice rushed into his ears again, this time he heard it very clearly, it was the sound of heartbeat!
Suddenly stood up and looked around the empty palace, there was no one at all, how could there be a heartbeat? !

There was an expression of disbelief on his face, his eyes turned to the jade coffin, his body shook, could it be? !

But he had clearly seen it just now, the corpse was dead without breathing, how could there be a heartbeat?

He swallowed, and walked towards the jade coffin step by step with some horror, the subtle heartbeat became more and more clear indeed.

But when he walked in front of him, the female corpse was still lying there motionless, his eyes widened, and his trembling hand reached out to her nose again, but it was still the same as before, without any breathing.

"Don't blame me for offending..."

Nangong Wentian moved his hand down a little bit, because his hand was shaking violently because of nervousness,

Instead, his face turned livid with fright, and he immediately backed away a few steps, his mouth half-opened and unable to speak.

"Fuck, what the hell?!"

Nangong Wentian cursed in horror, this corpse is not breathing but has a heartbeat? !
He was so frightened that he no longer wanted to stay in this ghostly place, so he turned around and ran towards the staircase just now.

But another scene made him almost have a heart attack from fright, because the road down just now suddenly disappeared and turned into an abyss.

It was as if they wanted him to stay and be buried with him.

He now regrets coming down to such a ghostly place, the treasure didn't catch one, and he is still trapped in this kind of place now.

Feeling instantly depressed, he slumped on the ground. If he had the Sky Crystal Sword, he might be able to split the rock above, but now he is unarmed, and the bone in his right hand is broken.

Apart from the sound of the heartbeat, the entire palace was eerily silent. Nangong Wentian was lying on the floor, trying many ways but couldn't find a way out, and the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes couldn't be used.

He stood up and sighed, and came to the white jade sarcophagus again. Looking at the corpse, he still had some palpitations. In order not to disturb his heart, he directly pushed back the coffin lid.

In this way, it will be out of sight, and at least I will feel better.

Then he walked to the arched stone door, and his intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong with this door.

He really wanted to go through it, but he was afraid of any accidents, because it was written on the door that when he took that step, everything would be over.

Although I don't know what it means, it is definitely not a good thing.

"It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes..." He complained again, and was about to open the Flaming Sky Wings on his back and fly to the top of the palace to see if he could find any exits, but he could only punch them out with his fists.

creak...

But just when he was about to flap his wings, a heavy sound like a stone moving came into his ears.

He stood up, sweating profusely, and slowly turned his head, looking at the coffin lid that had been sealed just now...

what…

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(End of this chapter)