Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 608 Coffin

As the light gradually brightened, the situation inside the tomb became clear to everyone.

Jian Ming went straight to the coffin closest to the northeast corner, felt around it with his hands, and kept muttering, "Just now I thought we might have entered the main tomb chamber. Look at this big coffin, it's definitely there!"

"Isn't it right?"

Li Sheng expressed doubt about his judgment. Although the tomb chamber was quite large and the coffin was large enough, the color was too strange, dark and did not look like a proper coffin. Most importantly, "This tomb chamber is too empty. There is nothing else besides this coffin. Zhao Tuo was the King of Nanyue after all, so how could his tomb be so shabby?"

Although he had no experience in visiting imperial tombs, from the time they went down into the water and entered the cave all the way here, they had encountered no less than ten tombs, with countless funerary objects in them, which was enough to show how grand and wealthy Zhao Tuo was as the King of Nanyue.

There is no reason why the main tomb chamber should be like this.

Cui Bianxu quickly scanned the tomb's interior, then quickly walked to the wall they had come from and said in a deep voice, "This mechanism is sealed."

Just now they were being chased by several one-horned monsters. They accidentally touched a mechanism while fighting and fleeing, and thus entered this tomb. But in their panic, the mechanism was closed silently!

"Closed?!"

Hearing the mechanism was closed, Jian Ming no longer cared about studying the black coffin. He walked over and groped around the wall, feeling around left and right, up and down. Finally, his face was filled with a look of complete failure: "Then how do we get out?"

This mechanism is so tightly built that there isn't even a crack.

"Do we have to rely on those one-legged monsters to open the mechanism to save people?" He said this without any confidence.

When they first saw those one-legged monsters, they thought they were the same as Yan Yin, and even thought that Wu Sanniang had come back to life and was here to bring misfortune to them.

But during the fight, I found that it was not the same thing at all.

The one-legged monsters here are extremely ugly. Not only is their faces green, but they are also covered with wrinkles and are so wrinkled that it makes people feel sick. It is no exaggeration to say that they have green faces and fangs.

The sparse hair on his head looked like it had been struck by lightning. His arms were extremely strong, covered with long black hair, and his nails were sharp and pointed.

That would be fine, these one-legged monsters seemed to be born with only one leg, growing in the middle, completely different from Yan Yin, who had one leg chopped off later in life.

The moment Cui Bianxu saw those things clearly, he remembered what Ning Yuye had said: during the Han Dynasty, there was a mountain monster in the Lingnan area called Dujiaolang. It was cruel, strong, and evil, and liked to eat young children...

These one-legged men were most likely placed in the tomb by Zhao Tuo to prevent tomb robbers.

The crowd scattered and wandered around this not-so-big tomb for a few times, but still couldn't find a way to open it. If they hadn't come in through that wall, they would never have thought that there would be a mechanism in such a tight place.

"Jiulang, what should we do now?" Li Sheng, who has always been calm, couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

They could risk their lives to protect Cui Bianxu, but now, with no external danger, they absolutely could not let Cui Bianxu be trapped here with them and wait to die.

Jian Ming sat down on the ground and said, "At worst, we can just break down the wall and get out. The only thing we're afraid of is that if we break down the wall, those one-legged monsters will rush in."

After finally breaking down the wall, they ended up making it easier for those one-legged monsters to cause trouble for them. How could they seek justice in this matter?

Cui Bianxu didn't bother to pay attention to this fool, turned around and looked at the coffin.

This coffin is also a bit strange. A black coffin is not strange, as black means that the living and the dead are separated forever. But generally speaking, even a plain black lacquer coffin will have patterns on it.

The materials are nothing more than nanmu, cypress, etc., and different patterns will be painted on them according to the identity.

This coffin has no patterns on it, and it's impossible to tell what material it's made of. It feels cold and hard to the touch, not like it's made of wood, and it's also a bit too big.

He searched carefully inch by inch: "Get the iron awl and hammer."

The guard on the side immediately handed over the tools.

Jiang Shangxian knew how to prepare this thing, so Xiao Cui naturally wouldn't miss it either.

They even brought hammers. Cui Bianxu gestured a few times on the coffin and was about to start when he heard Li Sheng say, "Jiulang, let me do it."

Being unlucky is one thing, but the key is that it is still unknown what is in here. The guards are still here, so there is no reason to ask the master to take risks.

Cui Bianxu shook his head and motioned them to stay away: "This thing is very hard, I'm afraid you won't be able to chisel it open."

He knew the abilities of the guards. No one could compare to him, Cui Yi, in terms of strength. And just as Li Sheng thought, they didn't know what was inside. If there was any danger, they might not be able to react in time.

Fei Guang has already died, and he doesn't want any more accidents to happen to these guards who grew up with him.

Li Sheng's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he retreated silently. The guards also had heavy expressions. Although they retreated a little, they all focused their attention on the scene.

"Ding!" The sharp sound of metal knocking rang out in the empty tomb.

Cui Bianxu was very strong and fast, and he kept hitting hard. His hands quickly changed the position of the iron spike according to the sounds he heard. Finally, after more than ten consecutive hits, the coffin cracked with a thin crack as if the door of the heart was knocked open.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes widened, and the muscles in their arms holding the long swords tensed, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Cui Bianxu inserted the iron spike into the gap, and then struck it hard. The narrow gap instantly became longer and wider, and the upper cover suddenly tilted up: "Flat shovel!"

As the guard quickly inserted the flat shovel into the raised gap, Cui Bianxu felt the weight in his hand lighten a little, but he still did not let go.

The cover was extremely heavy, and he was afraid that if he let go, the shovel might break.

Jian Ming was smart this time. He quickly took out his Flying Tiger Claw and grabbed the cover. Then he flipped over and jumped to the other side. The moment he landed, he tightened the rope. Unfortunately, the thing was too heavy. After a few breaths, his face flushed red. "Quick, use the claw again!"

With the four Flying Tiger Claws exerting force together, and with the help of Cui Bianxu, the cover spun in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, splashing dust all over the ground and making a deafening sound.

Jian Ming immediately stepped back and quickly retracted his Flying Tiger Claw to get closer to the coffin to take a look. He couldn't help but be surprised when he saw it: "No wonder this coffin is so ridiculously large, there are actually two inner coffins!"

"Close the coffin?"

Cui Bianxu couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face.

As the name suggests, a closed coffin is one with two inner coffins placed inside. Generally speaking, it is common in tombs where couples are buried together. Of course, closed coffins may also be used when brothers have a good relationship or when a woman giving birth encounters a difficult delivery resulting in two deaths.