Chapter 372: Magic pattern (1)

"Niuniu, what are you hanging on?" Yuqing also found the strangeness of her Taomu card and asked in wonder.
"Well, it's a strange mahogany card."
Yang Zimei also told Yuqing about the relationship between this Taomu card and Long Zhutian.
"Let's show it to the teacher." After listening to Yuqing, his glazed eyes flashed with excitement.
Yang Zimei resolved the Taomu card and handed it to the head of Yuqing Road.
Yuqing looked at it for a while and looked up excitedly, "I have seen the pattern on it."
"Master has seen it?" Yang Zimei asked excitedly. "Where? What does this pattern represent?"
"Master is not quite sure what it means, but I saw it in an ancient tomb," Yuqing recalled with effort.
"Ancient tomb? Brother, wouldn't you steal the tomb?" Yumako cried in surprise.
"I did n’t go to the grave. About fifty years ago, when I was chasing a group of grave robbers who died in the west, I chased into the ancient tomb and almost buried in it. Fortunately, a snake guided me, let I was able to get out of the living door. "Yu Qing recalled the various sinisterities that had experienced in that ancient tomb that day, and said with lingering fear.
"A snake?" Yumako asked in confusion. "Brother, do you still hurt the snake?"
"No, I do n’t know why. The snake looks like a human being. I could feel what it wanted to express, and I followed it to escape from the tomb. When I looked back, it was gone, almost like a spirit. almost."
"Master, you said that you saw this pattern in that ancient tomb. Where is that pattern in the ancient tomb?" Yang Zimei was concerned about this, not the spiritual snake.
"On the coffin!"
Yuqing recalled, "The tomb was particularly strange. It wasn't a coffin. I counted it at the time. There were fourteen! Two of them were surrounded by another twelve, and they were protected. , As if the guard was protecting the master. Among the two, the pattern of a coffin was exactly similar to your peach card. It was too special at the time, and I remember it very clearly. "
"Master, see if this is another pattern."
Yang Zimei stooped, picked up a wooden branch next to it, and drew the peach pattern on the ground that the dragon was hanging from day to day.
"Yes, the biggest of them is that the pattern on the coffin of the master is exactly like this. I stared at it for a long time, and immediately had an illusion. The pattern suddenly seemed to move, and it turned into red, like I want to take my soul in. Fortunately, I didn't know what bit my foot at the time, so that I suddenly woke up, and the hallucination disappeared, so I didn't dare to look at it. "Yuqing said.