Xiao Fuxuan's coffin?

Xiao Fuxuan...

Wu Xingxue repeated it softly.

The subordinates followed, but they refused to get too close to the coffin.

Ning Huaishan stretched out his neck and wondered, "It's weird, why is Tiansu Shangxian's coffin here?"

Good boy, he can talk.

Wu Xingxue was still wondering who Xiao Fuxuan was, for fear that he had mistaken the "Lu" stuffing. Thanks to Ning Huaishan's quick mouth, he helped him avoid disaster.

But it's really weird.

Wu Xingxue didn't understand the rules here, but he had read the script.

The immortals in the scriptures all regard demons as filth, and they are incompatible with each other. Who would put their coffin in the prison for the devil, for fear of dying?

Or... something else?

Thinking about it, Wu Xingxue reached out and stroked the side of the white jade coffin full of nails.

He had a bad "flaw" when he was a child. Most of the princes in Quedu liked rare things, such as shark beads, prajna, and lanterns that illuminated the world. The flower names are made one bigger than the other.

He is not.

He is very old-fashioned, he likes white jade, and when he sees it, he can't help but get started and try the appearance.

...

"If you want me to say, it's definitely not a real coffin. It's a tomb."

"It's not surprising that the tomb of the robes and crowns? What's the difference between lying down and lying down in person."

"Yes! There is an ugly stone statue carved in a broken temple on the top of the mountain. It can be said that it is stained with the spirit of the deity, not to mention the personal clothing? That is not called the spirit, that is the deity. City Lord, you—"

Ning Huaishan finished with yin and yang anger, and when he turned his head, he saw that his city lord was "touching" the coffin.

Ning Huaishan: "..."

Ning Huaishan: "???"

It's really bizarre.

The scene was really weird, and several of the subordinates were stunned.

This devil is indeed uncertain, and there are always unexpected actions. He didn't laugh because he was happy, and he didn't mean to compliment you when he spoke softly.

It is really difficult to serve, and it is really impossible to see through.

...

But that was Xiao Fuxuan, who pinned him to the Canglang Northern Territory. What does he... "touch" it?

Ning Huaishan licked his lips: "City Lord, who are you?"

Several of them looked at each other, and then looked at Wu Xingxue. The subordinate closest to Ning Huaishan suddenly moved his neck strangely. He stretched out a finger and wrote on Ning Huai's drooping hand:

"Do you think..."

Before I finished writing, I heard a "bang" sound.

Where Wu Xingxue stroked his fingers, the black coffin nails popped out, more than a foot. The nail was still stained with jade shavings, and there was a layer of pale golden light lingering on it, as if it had been bristled by strength.

"..."

The writing hand paused and curled his fingers.

It was followed by a second sound.

boom

Another black coffin nail came out.

Then the third one.

Fourth.

...

For every missing nail, the entire white jade coffin trembled.

Not only the coffin, but the sword mound, the giant tree, and even the entire wilderness trembled.

Ning Huaishan and the others, as if they were facing a great enemy, instantly retreated several meters away, exclaiming: "City Lord, I thought... so you want to open the coffin?!"

No, I am not.

Wu Xingxue Xin said that as long as you can do some magic, I can run faster than you.

Too bad he won't. Not only could he not run, he could barely move his feet. The coffin didn't know what kind of divine power it had, and under the tremor, there seemed to be countless invisible hands on the ground, clasping him tightly.

So after his men had withdrawn, he was still standing beside the coffin, watching helplessly as the coffin nails fell.

When the last "bang" sounded, the huge white jade coffin lid made a sound of "grinding tiles and stones" and crashed to the ground.

Wu Xingxue closed his eyes.

He didn't smell the rotten smell, only the smell of cold snow and flying dust in front of his nose.

A bit like the midwinter in Magpie Capital.

"It's really open..." Ning Huaishan and the others murmured, "City Lord, what's inside?"

Wu Xingxue opened his eyes.

The white jade coffin was much taller than a normal coffin, and he couldn't see the inside from him.

The grip on his feet disappeared at some point, he hesitated and took a step closer: "It's..."

Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue moved his lips, then unconsciously tightened his lips.

So unexpected.

In the white jade coffin actually lies the Heavenly Immortal. It is the same as the phantom on the golden "color" Wang Lian before, but it is not the same.

The inner wall of this jade coffin was covered with a deep layer of cold air, Xiao Fuxuan was lying in it, the black mourning nails on the closed eyebrows and ear bones were frosted, looking colder than the jade bi, without a trace of vitality.

Wu Xingxue put on the jade coffin and lowered his eyes for a long time.

"City Lord, is it the Tomb of Clothes and Crowns? Or is there something close to your body?" Ning Huaishan's voice went from far to near.

Several of his subordinates could not wait for an answer for a long time, and hesitantly gathered around.

As soon as he probed, he saw Xiao Fuxuan's face.

...

Ning Huaishan quickly returned to the starting point.

Several other people wanted to run, but one of them said, "Hey? No, wait!"

Ning Huaishan: "I'm crazy, why should I wait?"

"The city lord is here, why are you panicking! Look carefully, it's not the deity in the coffin."

Ok? Not the deity?

Wu Xingxue raised his eyes, afraid that he would be too surprised, so he lowered it again.

Fortunately, Ning Huaishan said, "Isn't it the deity?"

"That's right. You forgot? The thing that the immortals love to do the most is not to divide themselves into a body or something, and throw one here and one there."

Oh, I also like to write this in the book, the fairy travels in the world.

Wu Xingxue thought to himself.

"How did you see it?" Ning Huaishan returned suspiciously.

"I'm so old after all. I've seen this before. Look at his left wrist."

Wu Xingxue looked over.

I saw a small black pattern on the inside of the left wrist of the person inside the coffin, like the king lotus before.

So, is it really not the deity, just an empty body?

Several of his subordinates were still talking, but Wu Xingxue didn't listen carefully.

Because he was thinking about a question-

Since this person in the jade coffin is not the deity, there is no intention to deceive the corpse.

So... who opened the coffin just now?

For a moment, he looked down at his hand.

He almost suspected that the so-called original owner of the devil had not completely dissipated, and maybe some residual power was left in his hands.

But it's not right either.

When he "touched" the coffin, it was useless to exert any strength on his hands, it was really just "touching" and "touching".

Besides...

If the original owner was still there, wouldn't it be easy to snatch this body with the opponent's ability? Why has he been allowed to occupy this body until now?

Wu Xingxue thought about it in such a random way, and suddenly caught a glimpse of "Xiao Fuxuan"'s palm covered with an object, which was surrounded by Xian Weiqu's fingers that day, and only a corner was "exposed".

Is it a jade carving?

Wu Xingxue hesitated for a moment, then muttered in his heart: "Although you are just a body, I still have to say hello, I'm offended."

He pushed aside the cold fingers of the person inside the coffin and took out the things under his palm.

It was a figure carved from white jade, and the sculptor was lifelike, but the figure had no face, so it was impossible to tell who it was. Instead, he held a long sword in his hand, and there was a carved square platform at the foot of the figure.

In Magpie Capital, there is only one kind of stone carving and jade carving with a square platform—the god statue for worship.

Not sure if it's the same here.

If it is a god, and holds a sword. It should be Tiansu Shangxian himself.

Wu Xingxue guessed, and his thumb unconsciously wiped the carvings on the square.

He didn't know where he "touched", when his heart suddenly jumped and he heard a voice.

"Have you ever been to Chunba Castle in the west of Dream City? There is a strange doctor Wusheng there."

Wu Xingxue: "..."

He nearly threw the idol out.

But fortunately, he has seen countless scenes in Quedu in the past, and what he is best at is not changing his face.

Who is speaking? Why am I hearing this voice?

Wu Xingxue lowered his eyes, but his heart was surging.

Is it because of holding this statue?

Wu Xingxue was silent for a moment, and then "touched" the carved flower just now with his thumb.

There was no movement this time.

what happened? Don't play with the ghost upper body and cause hysteria, right?

Wu Xingxue turned over the statue again and muttered in his heart.

"Want to go back? Find him."

At a certain moment, the voice appeared again without warning.

Wu Xingxue tightened her fingers.

This content is still endless, but the phrase "do you want to go back?" is just right on his mind.

Want to go back?

Naturally thought.

He wanted to go back to Magpie so much.

There are no evil demons, no places like Canglang Northern Territory, and no clanking locks.

There is no distinction between the immortal capital and the devil's cave, only the human world and the noisy carriages and horses can come and go freely.

Chunban City...

Doctor Wusheng...

He repeated the two names subconsciously, and laughed at himself in his heart.

You are a monster. Wu Xingxue said to himself.

You don't know who the voice belongs to, or who it's speaking to. It is very likely that the residual spiritual consciousness on this statue just happened to meet your mind, and you actually took it down seriously.

He shook his head lightly, and was about to put the demonic statue back when the vague voice rang again.

"This kind of body is the easiest to use. Hold the wrist, pour in your spiritual sense, and you will become a puppet. If you are a big man, then you will earn it. Take it out to be obedient and majestic... Are you obedient?"

"..."

Wu Xingxue directly threw the statue back into the coffin.

Instead, he respected the Heavenly Immortal and avoided people. The statue clattered down on the bottom of the jade stone, causing Ning Huaishan and the others to tremble.

"City lord, this statue can't... the city lord?" Ning Huaishan said halfway through, when he saw their city lord leaning on the side of the coffin, bowing and reaching out to the person inside.

He saw Wu Xingxue holding Xiao Fuxuan's wrist, and his thin thumb "rubbed" on the black pattern.

This is not, isn't this the way to be a puppet? !

Several of his subordinates were shocked: "City Lord! You, you don't want to make the mortal body of the immortal this day into your own puppet?!"

Wu Xingxue said that of course not, dare I? Then again, will I?

In fact, he couldn't explain why he would "touch" it. To prove that the voice in your head is not imaginary? But he can't actually prove anything, after all, the voice said, to infuse spiritual consciousness.

He had nothing to pour, so he could only press it, how could he get the result of the test——

Before the thought disappeared, he suddenly felt something jump under his thumb.

Very light, like the veins of a living person.

Wu Xingxue: "?"

...

...

...

will you wait?

He was startled suddenly, looked up, and saw that the man in the coffin who had been dead for a long time suddenly opened his eyes.

Ning Huaishan's ghostly screams resounded: "It's done! It's really done, the city lord, look, the puppet has become, he opened his eyes!"

Their city lord's heart is cold.

He opened his eyes.

Terrible as I didn't do anything, but he really opened his eyes.

Wu Xingxue didn't even have time to distinguish a sentence, and felt a flower in front of him.

A huge force fell on him, and then the sky was spinning, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

No one could see how the newly formed "puppet" in the coffin got up, but felt that the wilderness hurricane rolled the snow foam into a vortex in front of the coffin.

All the long swords in the sword tomb began to tremble, and the sound of gold and stone hitting each other was mixed in the wind, almost confused with the chains on Wu Xingxue's body.

When the wind and snow dissipated, he saw the "puppet" put Wu Xingxue on the ground and caught the long sword flying from the sword mound with his right hand.As soon as the sword flower turned, the cold glow went down.

...

Listening to Jianfeng, Wu Xingxue opened his eyes suddenly.But saw the sword tip wedged into the ground just a few feet away, and the cold sword energy swept over with the wind, and it stopped at the neck.

Unscathed, and the edge is on the side.

He saw Xiao Fuxuan blinked the cold frost between his brows and looked down.

After a long time, he called his name: "Wu Xingxue."