Chapter 212: Mystery of the Empty Coffin

The steel bar hit the stone coffin, making a dull sound. Everyone's eyes were staring dead, for fear of missing the moment of witnessing history.

Chen Meng held the camera, pursed her lips steadily, and occasionally turned her head to smile at us.

After the coffin lid shook for a while, a gap was finally moved away, and then a golden light shot out from inside, almost blinding people's eyes.

The crowd exclaimed, rushing over like a tide. The alert police had to hold hands tightly, surrounding a circle, their toes almost inserted into the soil, stubbornly blocking the crowd that was roaring like a mountain and sea.

A cry came from outside the crowd. I turned my head and saw Zhao the Half-Immortal again, with a few trembling old men, each holding a stick of incense in his hand, crawling on the ground, kowtowing and crying.

Apart from the residual eye mucus in the corners of their eyes, there was no trace of tears, and there was no trace of pain on their faces. Instead, there was a hidden look of fluke.

They crawled while crying, as if they wanted to break through the alert and enter the inspection center.

I let go of the hand holding Huang Weiwei and blocked them like a door god, shouting sternly: "Zhao the Half-Immortal, what kind of ghost are you playing again?"

Zhao the Half-Immortal raised his old, flower-blind head, looked at me contemptuously, and didn't speak.

His gray hair was tangled into a mess of grass, and there was even mud residue in the wrinkles on his face. This was inconsistent with the image of Zhao the Half-Immortal who was clear and immortal in those years. I laughed, squatted down, looked into his eyes and said: "Old Zhao, even if you break your head, it's not up to you to say whether this is your ancestor. Even if it is your ancestor, it is now a cultural relic of the state and belongs to public property, do you know?"

Zhao the Half-Immortal shriveled his mouth and said with a crying face: "Town Mayor Chen, I didn't want to find trouble for the government on purpose. The ancestors were exposed, and the descendants didn't do anything. Even if they went to the underworld, they wouldn't die well."

I reached out and put it on his thin shoulder, resisting his continued crawling, and said playfully: "You have engaged in superstition for a lifetime, and you are about to enter the soil, so stop and stop, and raising your spirit to live a good life is the foundation."

Zhao Half-Immortal looked at me blankly, climbed up from the ground, and said to the old men behind him: "Old brothers, Town Mayor Chen said we are all people about to enter the soil. Anyway, we are going to die. Everyone doesn't care about dying a day earlier or a day later. This dug-out stone coffin is the corpse of our ancestors. Are you willing to watch the ancestors be exposed?"

The old men shouted and stood up, making a gesture to rush in.

Zhao Half-Immortal used his gray head to resist my chest, and used his strength to crawl forward. I didn't stand firm and fell half a somersault.

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, and the atmosphere at the scene became active. When the old men saw that they had the upper hand, they shouted behind them: "What are you still standing for, invite the ancestors!"

Suddenly, a few strong men emerged from the crowd, holding ropes and sticks in their hands, with white towels tied on their arms, just like the coffin bearers of the funeral.

I was anxious, climbed up from the ground, rushed over regardless of everything, and grabbed the leading man. He wanted to shake me off, but he couldn't shake me off for a long time, so he had to stop tiredly and looked at me helplessly and said: "Town Mayor Chen, let me go, I was forced too."

I shouted loudly: "In broad daylight, in the bright sky, do you still have laws?"

The man smiled bitterly and said: "I don't understand the law. I only know that if I don't come, I will be kicked out of the Zhao family genealogy."

I looked around, but didn't find Zhao Dequan. I knew this idea must have been made by Zhao Half-Immortal. This old guy who ate superstitious food for a lifetime didn't know what kind of trouble he made last night, harming people!

Zhao Half-Immortal puckered his mouth, and two men came over, one standing on each side of me, reaching out to break my hand holding the leading man's clothes. Suddenly, a wind blew past me, and I heard two crisp slaps, and then I saw Huang Weiwei standing in front of me angrily, with her hands on her hips, facing the crowd!

I was shocked. These rural men are most taboo about women slapping them. They said that a slap would be unlucky for three years, and if it wasn't handled well, even their lives wouldn't be saved.

Sure enough, the man who was slapped by a slap, after coming back to his senses, couldn't care about anything else, stretched out his foot, tripped my leg, and wanted to throw me down.

I practiced a good physique when I was in college, and I have been insisting on exercising all these years. Dealing with one or two men, I am confident that it is not very difficult.

After his foot tripped me, I shifted my center of gravity back, turned to the other leg, and took advantage of the situation to use my left hand to throw the man out.

The man howled and climbed up from the ground, grabbed a large wooden stick held by someone beside him, and was about to rush up to fight for his life. Then I heard a gunshot. Looking in the direction of the gunshot, Hao Qiang smiled, making a gesture of blowing the smoke from the muzzle.

"If you are not afraid of death, come up." He waved his pistol, his eyes looking at their faces unceremoniously.

The gunshot was an order, and the police responsible for the alert pulled the bolt behind me, as if a big battle was about to come, and the air became suffocating, making people feel suffocated.

"All roll back with me." Hao Qiang pointed at the man with a gun and told him word by word: "I count to three, if you don't leave, follow me!" He roared at the two small policemen with gritted teeth: "Prepare for me, if you don't leave after I count to three, catch them all for me."

The two small policemen puffed out their chests and roared loudly: "Yes."

The men looked at each other, not knowing why. At the moment when Hao Qiang's "3" came out, the group of people wearing white towels on their arms ran away like rabbits, and disappeared into sight in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Half-Immortal saw that the general trend was gone, and helplessly fell down, crying and shouting: "No justice, no justice."

No one paid attention to him anymore, and everyone's attention turned to the stone coffin again.

The coffin lid moved away slowly, and inside was another coffin. The coffin body was magnificent, and the golden light just now was emitted by it.

The provincial expert took a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully, and said very positively: "It's gold!"

Everyone carefully uncovered this layer, and inside was another wooden coffin that was pitch black.

The expert took out a small hammer, tapped it lightly, raised his head, sighed for a long time and said: "Dug a treasure! This is a coffin made of agarwood, a unique thing, treasure, treasure."

The crowd was boiling. I looked at Huang Weiwei, who was still angry, and whispered: "You were really like a mother night fork just now."

Huang Weiwei was taken aback, quietly stretched out her hand, pinched a piece of meat on my waist, and twisted it hard, making my tears almost come out.

I said infinitely aggrieved: "It hurts me to death, I still have a word to say."

Huang Weiwei smiled slightly and said: "What else to say, say it quickly." Her hand still didn't leave my waist, as if she was about to pinch a piece of meat at any time.

"This sentence is, I like it!"

Her face flushed, and she pinched me lightly again, turned her head away and didn't dare to look at me.

The agarwood coffin lid was opened, and everyone was surprised and stared, and there was nothing inside, empty!

A coffin made of such precious agarwood, wrapped in a gold coffin and a stone coffin inside and out, how could there be nothing? Was it stolen?

But the coffin had no traces of being moved at all, the coffin lid and the coffin body were tightly joined, and there was no trace of being moved at all!

Doubts rose rapidly, everyone kept silent, and the atmosphere became heavy.

The expert frowned and circled the stone coffin.

The empty coffin disappointed everyone. After a silence, everyone began to whisper.

Who was buried under Laoyingzui with an empty coffin? What was the intention?

After circling a few times, the expert waved his hand and said: "Open the other coffins."

After a busy mess, the first stone coffin dug out from under the water pond was opened. As soon as the coffin lid was opened, everyone was shocked and shouted again, everyone staring with eyes like cow eggs, refusing to leave for half a minute.

This stone coffin was neatly arranged with several weapons, and a suit of armor was pressed on the weapons. Suddenly, it seemed to hear the sound of swords and soldiers fighting in the air.

There was still no one inside, not even half a bone. This stone coffin was not for burying people either.

"Open again." The expert was excited, his tone trembling slightly.

The third stone coffin was opened. This stone coffin was arranged with bamboo slips. The rope worn between the bamboo slips turned into powder the moment the coffin lid was opened, and the bamboo slips poured out like water. I heard a rustling sound in my ears.

The expert was so heartbroken that he seemed to cry, and hurriedly shouted: "Cover it, cover it quickly."

The three opened stone coffins were covered again. Eighteen stone coffins were like a living history, placed in the open wild land. The bleak autumn wind started, and a few dead leaves drifted down, touching a piece of desolation.

The site group held an emergency meeting. Can other stone coffins be opened?

I had doubts. There were fifteen stone coffins left. What was inside? Who didn't want to figure it out! So I didn't say a word, waiting for the expert group's opinion.

After a simple discussion, the expert group decided not to open it anymore!

I sighed dejectedly. Because I knew that if I missed today, I would not have the opportunity to witness the coffin opening with my own eyes again. ===== CHAPTER 213 =====