Chapter 1106: Alder is coffin, and arsenic is urn

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Yang Zimei continued to dig forward, actually digging a coffin.
This coffin is made of cypress wood, and arsenic is cymbal, lying quietly in the soil.
Alder is a legendary perennial woody plant. Maoshan is a pure Yang wood. It is produced in Shu. The wood is hard, but it is by no means a coffin. .
Red nitrite, a saltpeter powder, is a yang in Maoshan surgery, and its effect is better than cinnabar, but it is much more precious than cinnabar. Therefore, cinnabar is mostly used in folk rituals. Only the royal family or nobles have the power to use "red nitrate" in rituals. .
Whether it is linden wood or arsenite, although it is a useful weapon in spells, it is not a good material for coffins.
The dead are yin, and the two materials are pure yang, which happens to be opposite to yin.
Using these two materials to make coffins, the soul who wants to lie in it will be barbecued in the fire of purgatory forever.
It's a very sinister formation!
These two materials are extremely expensive and are equivalent to gold.
Only those who offend the very rich will be punished so costly.
"Sister, actually found the flames!"
Xiao Qian said in surprise, "It's like breaking through the iron shoes and finding nowhere. It took no effort. We just sleepwalked a while ago, and finally came back here to find the frontier we should look for."
Yang Zi nodded.
She asked Huo Wenhua and the copy ghost to go up first, so as not to wait for the pure sun fire of this coffin to burn them.
They can now be regarded as people with a yin, and they are in conflict with the yang.
Huo Wenhua and the copy ghost climbed up.
The bodyguard above saw two Huo Wenhua coming up all of a sudden, and took a sigh of surprise, looking at each other, wondering what happened.
And the two looked exactly the same, even the clothes.
The gesture is the same.
It's almost like copying it.
"Mr. Huo ..."
A bodyguard asked boldly.
However, he didn't know which one was the real Huo Wenhua, so he had to ask both of them, "Which one are you? How can you be exactly the same?"
Huo Wenhua didn't hum.
As soon as he said something, the copy ghost would say the same thing as him, which is very suspicious. It's better to be silent. Let these people guess that the other is exactly the same brother as him.
Anyway, they also know that he came here to look for his brother.
After Huo Wenhua went up, Yang Zimei began to act.
She broke the formation of the coffin, then pushed open the coffin cover.
Only slightly pushed open a slit, and smelled a smell like burnt.
She hurriedly closed her sense of smell.
The coffin lid was pushed open, and his head was stretched out to look at him, almost nauseous and trying to vomit.
I saw a body lying inside.
However, the corpse had long been burned into dry carbon, curled up inside, and looked disgusting.
A scorched soul struggled to float from the inside, kneeling in front of Yang Zimei, scratching three heads in a row, "Thank you!"
"you are welcome."
With an expression of pity, Yang Zimei looked at the soul who might have suffered the fire of thousands of years of purgatory. "I didn't expect that after burning for so many years, you haven't lost your soul!"
An extremely resentful expression immediately appeared on the scorched nigger's black face, and he knelt down in front of Yang Zimei again. "For so many years, I was unwilling to hang my last breath! I can't let my soul fly, I want revenge! Master, you saved me Can you help me get revenge? "