Chapter 635 An Empty Coffin

Chapter 645 An Empty Coffin

The scene in the dream appeared in front of the two.

The earth slope collapsed by the rain, the weeds swaying in the rain, and the slightly tilted tree next to the stone tomb.

The scene has not changed, only the time node has changed, and the people who come here have also changed.

From the scale of the stone tomb, this is indeed a multi-person tomb.

According to Luo Jianjun's description, he dug a pit about half a meter deep, and the width was enough to put two coffins.

The tomb made of piled stones is simple but solid. For many years, no one except him has touched it in the back mountain, and it has never been damaged.

Luo Xian stood here, carefully recalling the coffin she saw in the dream.

The five people dug open the stone tomb with handy tools, and inside was a black wooden coffin that was not rotten at all.

If it has not decayed for thirty years, there must be interference from supernatural forces.

Now, in close observation, she did not feel the slightest discomfort.

The dead Pan Ting should have been before them, but there was no trace of him at this time. There were only the footprints of the two of them on the ground.

Obviously Pan Ting represented the ghosts. The integrity of the stone tomb indicated that their heads were put into the coffin by supernatural power.

Luo Xian couldn't help but take the first step. Bai Huaiguang's body was probably in the coffin.

All their heads were also in the coffin and had to be dug out.

She carefully reached out to the top of the stone tomb and grabbed a stone while observing the surroundings.

No movement.

Seeing that nothing happened, her movements became bolder, and she used her hands and feet to clean the stones on the tomb.

Ji Li stood behind her, saying nothing and not taking a step.

"Pan Ting buried the head in the tomb half an hour in advance, corresponding to what he saw and heard in the dream.

But the future has been changed. Can ghosts really not realize this?"

He was still hesitating. Everything that happened made him feel extremely uneasy.

No one could say whether this was unfounded worry or thinking too much.

But Ji Li just had this feeling. He always felt that everything that was going on now was more like being forced in by ghosts.

This was being led by the nose by ghosts.

But why did it make sense logically?

"Ji Li, you are good in every way, but you are too suspicious."

The second personality said in a rough voice:

"Is it true that you entered the dream? Is it true that the madman was silenced? Is it true that everything that happened is consistent in time?

This logical chain is so clear, what are you still thinking about?"

This time, even the third personality agreed with him rarely, and said softly:

"It is true that there are still doubts about this matter, but it is not to the extent that everything can be overturned.

The conditions for failure are too harsh, unless you took the wrong path from the beginning, and Luo Xian's nightmare sin object failed, Luo Jianjun's confession was wrong...

Even a series of your actions were all in vain.

This probability is too small."

Ji Li still did not move. The analysis of the third personality was fine, and even the second personality made sense.

But he just had a bad intuition, which was an indescribable sixth sense.

The dark clouds in the sky were getting lower and lower. There were so many huge thunders hidden in the clouds that could not be seen by the naked eye.

Only when it really exploded would people realize that the sky had changed.

"Manager Ji, what are you still looking at if you don't come to help? I can't do it alone."

Luo Xian's body was already covered with mud. She looked miserable at this time, and her fair face was also stained. She was digging the soil with a thick branch in her hand.

Ji Li frowned, slowly pulled out the sword from his back, and finally walked over after hesitating for a while.

When he got close, he cut it from top to bottom, and the mixed stones in it were cut into two pieces.

He used the sword to cut the stones, and Luo Xian cleaned it.

The two worked together and it didn't take too long to flatten the grave.

As the time was getting closer to 8:29, Ji Li abandoned the sword and began to look for handy tools to dig the soil.

The two of them just lay on the grave and dug the grave with all their strength.

"Wait!"

When Ji Li was about to dig the soil downward with the silver wine jug, Luo Xian suddenly raised her hand to stop.

She wore gloves and rushed down to stir the soft soil with her hands.

After a while, a dazzling black color came into view in the yellow soil.

Luo Xian looked up and looked at Ji Li, and gently brushed her palm to push the broken soil aside, revealing a large piece of black wood.

"Dongdongdong."

After knocking hard several times, she breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It seems that our efforts were not in vain. We finally found the owner."

Ji Li jumped into the pit without saying a word, stepped on the muddy wet soil, and buried his head in cleaning the rest of the area around the coffin.

Luo Xian stood outside the pit, wiped the mud off her face with her elbow, and kept an eye on the surrounding situation.

Still nothing.

Ji Li had intuition, and she did too.

The closer she got to the stone tomb, the more an inexplicable strange feeling enveloped her heart.

But the biggest difference between Luo Xian and Ji Li is that she is willing to believe everything she has personally obtained.

To get to this point today, they paid the price of blood and precious time.

Every step taken now is a change brought about by the sin object.

No one dares to say that all this is false, unless even the nightmare sin object that she is most proud of has been deceived.

Luo Xian looked up at the distant yet close sky, and the rain washed away the dirt on her face, making her fair again.

So what if they were wrong?

It was better than the ambiguous situation now.

Even if they made a mistake, they still had at least half of the mission time to make up for their mistakes.

"Come."

Ji Li stood up from the grave and waved to Luo Xian.

Luo Xian had a faint smile on his face and jumped into the pit neatly.

There was a very ordinary black wooden coffin between the two of them, and the smell of decay and mud was all around.

The six ghosts' doom was here, Bai Huaiguang and their heads were here, and perhaps the way to life or death was also here.

Opening the coffin was the most important step in this mission, regardless of success or failure.

Luo Xian slowly put his hand on the coffin lid, took a deep breath, and secretly exerted his strength.

But at this time, Ji Li stretched out his hand to stop him, and his gray-black pupils looked at Luo Xian with solemnity, and said word by word:

"Let me do it."

Luo Xian didn't know what he meant, but didn't stop him.

Ji Li was not a hesitant person. He was extremely reluctant to do it, but he had to do it.

After opening the coffin, if it was their heads and Bai Huaiguang's body, then it meant that this step was right.

The source of the six ghosts' bad luck was in this coffin, and the way out was suddenly revealed.

But if after opening the coffin, there were only the bones of the six ghosts, it meant that they were deliberately led here and fell into a deadly trap.

The dead end broke out on a large scale, and it was difficult for the two of them to walk out of the back mountain alive.

He pressed his hands on the coffin lid, and with a slight force, the whole coffin trembled for a moment.

Ji Li's eyes flashed, and he did not try again. He used all his strength to suddenly open the coffin lid.

Luo Xian's eyes were wet by the water droplets thrown out, but she still went up to watch it as soon as possible.

However, the scene in the coffin made her fall into a moment of confusion, followed by panic from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

The two situations that the two thought of did not happen at all.

Inside the coffin, there was no clerk's head, no Bai Huaiguang's body, no madman's head.

Even the bones of the six ghosts that Luo Jianjun buried thirty years ago were missing.

This was an empty coffin!