Chapter 1106 Mucuna Is the Coffin, Red Salt Is the Coffin

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Yang Zimei continued to dig forward, and unexpectedly found a coffin.

This coffin uses Mucuna as the coffin and red salt as the coffin, lying quietly in the soil.

Mucuna is a legendary perennial woody plant. It belongs to pure yang wood in Maoshan art. It is produced in Shu and has a hard wood, but it is definitely not a material for coffins. .

Red nitrate, a powder of saltpeter, belongs to Yang in Maoshan art, and its effect is better than cinnabar, but it is much more precious than cinnabar. Therefore, most folk rituals are replaced by cinnabar. Only the royal family or dignitaries have the strength to use "red nitrate" in rituals. .

Whether it is Mucuna or red nitrate, although they are useful instruments in magic, they are not good materials for coffins.

The dead are yin, and these two materials are pure yang, which is exactly the opposite of yin.

To use these two materials to make a coffin, it is simply to want the soul lying in it to live forever in the fire of purgatory, to be grilled by the firepower of purgatory, not to be reborn, and not to live in peace.

It's a very sinister formation!

These two materials are extremely expensive, equivalent to gold.

Only those who offend the very rich will be punished at such a high cost.

"Sister, actually found the eye of the flame bureau!"

Xiaoqian said in surprise, "It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes. It took no effort to get it. We were like sleepwalking just now, and we finally came back here and found the eye we should be looking for."

Yang Zimei nodded.

She asked Huo Wenhua and the copy ghost to go up first, so as not to wait for the pure yang fire of the coffin to burn them.

They can be regarded as people with yin now, colliding with yang.

Huo Wenhua and the replicator climbed up.

The bodyguard above saw two Huo Wenhuas coming up all of a sudden, gasped in surprise, looked at each other, and couldn't understand what happened.

And the two look exactly the same, even in the same clothes.

The same goes for gestures.

It's almost like a copy.

"Mr. Huo..."

A bodyguard asked boldly.

However, he didn't know which one was the real Huo Wenhua, so he had to ask both, "Which one is you? Why are you two identical?

Howard didn't hum.

As soon as he speaks out, the clone ghost will also speak out and say the same thing to him, which is very suspicious, it is better to keep silent and let these people guess that the other is a brother who looks exactly like him.

They knew he was here to find his younger brother anyway.

After Huo Wenhua went up, Yang Zimei also started to act.

She broke the formation of the coffin, and then pushed open the lid of the coffin.

Just as he pushed open a crack slightly, he smelled a burnt-like smell.

She hurriedly closed her sense of smell.

Pushing open the lid of the coffin, he stretched his head to look, and was almost sick enough to vomit.

I saw a corpse lying inside.

However, the corpse had already been burnt to dry carbon, curled up inside, looking disgusting to death.

A charred soul struggled to float from the inside, knelt in front of Yang Zimei, and kowtowed three times in a row, "Thank you!"

"you are welcome."

With a look of pity, Yang Zimei looked at the soul in front of him that may have suffered from the fire of purgatory for thousands of years, "I didn't expect that after so many years of burning, you still haven't lost your soul!"

An extremely resentful expression immediately appeared on Jiao Heigui's dark face, and he knelt down in front of Yang Zimei again, "After so many years, I was unwilling to hang on to my last breath! I can't lose my mind, I want revenge! Master, you saved me , can you avenge me?"

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