Chapter 1128: Lie down in the coffin (1)

Yang Zimei couldn't help but spit and waited for the change to appear!
To her disappointment, there has been no change, not even taking a risk!
Xiaoqian and others had a heart waiting to see a miracle, but they didn't see anything, and it felt like everyone just jumped into the blood pool with the feeling of jumping into the abyss, only to find it was just a shallow nest Mood.
"Ha ha! Sister, you are defeated!"
Xiao Qian reacted and clapped his hands and laughed, "Your saliva is useless, Grandpa Huo, you also spit!"
Huo Wenhua spit into the blood.
The copy ghost also spit.
The result was two big bubbles.
"Is this discrimination against me naked?"
Yang Zi's eyebrows rolled straight, and he pushed through Dantian again, and spit in the blood pool fiercely.
Still nothing has changed, the little bubbles can't afford one.
Damn, it ’s really discrimination!
Yang Zimei couldn't help but curse a swear word.
"Let's go back!"
Yang Zimei turned and said, "I guess there is nothing more."
"Ok!"
Xiao Qian and others followed her just a few steps back, and suddenly they heard a loud noise in the blood pool, which made everyone turn back in a hurry.
I saw two blood bombs thrown into the blood pool and splashed with countless blood.
Blood and water suddenly dried up, exposing the bottom of the pool.
Everyone blinked.
"Tell me instinctively, this is the fault of my sister's saliva!"
Xiao Qian shouted.
Yang Zimei returned to the edge of the blood pool.
The bottom of the pool looked clear, and a dragon was carved.
This dragon is similar to the dragon of the previous jade table, but also has a sword inserted in its tail, and the wound is bleeding from source to source.
And this blood is the source of blood in the blood pool.
That's it!
Yang Zimei didn't want to think about it this time, biting his finger and dripping a drop of blood.
The blood dripped, the sword disappeared, and the dragon's tail swayed a bit, and the painful expression disappeared, and his eyes closed quietly in a sleeping posture.
Yang Zimei went down and reached out and stroked his face.
The dragon gradually disappeared on her finger ...
Suddenly the stone wall overhead opened slowly, and a cable ladder stepped down.
Yang Zimei climbed up, followed by Xiao Qian and others. There was also a palace room on the center, with a blue jade coffin in the center.
Without any decoration, it just sits there quietly.
I have seen the red and black coffins, Yang Zimei has not seen the cyan, of course, I have never seen a coffin made of jade, which is a luxury version.
Yang Zimei looked with the eyes of the sky.
There is no spirit resentment on the coffin, it may be empty inside.
She walked over and carefully opened the coffin ...
There were really no bones in it, only a suit.
This suit is actually a modern white casual clothes, and very familiar.
"Sister, isn't this the style you like to wear?"
Xiao Qian said aside.
Yes, it is the style you like to wear.
Yang Zimei reached out in doubt to take out the clothes.
Who knows, the clothes may be too long, the surface looks good, but as soon as you reach out and touch, it becomes ashes.
Yang Zimei regretted her intestines being green.
She poked away those ashes to see if there was anything underneath.
The bottom is empty, and there is no pattern on the bottom of the coffin.
"Sister, should the clothes you just shed belong to you, right? Who hates you so much and put your clothes in the coffin to curse you to death?"
Xiao Qian asked a little worried.