The young man even glanced at Yin Nanfeng who still had his eyes closed, and seemed to think for a while before decisively drawing his sword.
It looks like we have to take direct action.
Hu Ming did not dare to delay, he quickly accelerated and hugged the young man, shaking his head repeatedly.
Don't dare to play like this!
At least, you can't play like this in front of Yin Nanfeng!
“…”
Helplessly, the young man could only put away the knife and signaled that he gave up.
But at this moment.
The coffin belonging to Zhang Qishan suddenly trembled slightly!
Hu Ming and the young man had to confirm that they were still thirty centimeters away from the coffin and it was absolutely impossible for them to touch the coffin.
so.…
The pupils of both of them shrank and they became alert instantly.
He didn't even care whether the movement of the chains caused by the shaking of the coffin would startle Yin Nanfeng.
At this moment, as the pipe trembled, a barely detectable crimson color seeped into the water from the bottom of the coffin and was quickly washed away, disappearing without a trace.
Although I didn't see this scene due to the angle, doesn't Brother Hu Ming have amazing five senses?
At the moment when the crimson color faded, they keenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint smell of rust suddenly appearing on the lips, and then slowly dissipated?
This made the two of them even more afraid to relax. They drew their swords and looked at the coffin vigilantly.
Hu Ming and the young man naturally saw Yin Nanfeng's actions. After observing for a while, they found that the coffin no longer moved, so they felt relieved.
After thinking about it, they decided not to open the coffin to find out what was going on. The two looked at each other, nodded in tacit understanding, and returned with Yin Nanfeng the same way.
"Second Master, you are back!"
On the shore, seeing the figure appear in the water, Bai Haotian quickly stood up and greeted happily.
However, the three of them looked unhappy and no one paid any attention to him.
"Uncle Ming..."
Yin Nanfeng hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn't help but speak.
"etc!"
Hu Ming shook his head and took out a black piece of wood from his waist. Upon closer inspection, it was obviously a piece of wood that had just been cut from a whole piece.
Wood chips
Yin Nanfeng was startled instantly and looked blankly at Hu Ming, who had a serious expression.
What's Underwater?
If she guessed correctly, this must be the fragment of Zhang Qishan's coffin board!!
"My great-uncle didn't pretend to be dead and get up from the coffin. He really gave me face..."
Yin Nanfeng murmured dully.
Hu Ming crushed the wet wood chips and put them to his nose to sniff.
"Tsk, there really is something wrong! Damn Zhang Qishan!"
Hu Ming handed the fragment on his fingertips to the young man, grinning and uttering sweet words.
"It's Qilin blood, very pure Qilin blood! It's only slightly less concentrated than the blood of Zhang Qiling of all previous generations."
The young man also sniffed lightly and spoke indifferently.
"Qilin blood? Are you sure?"
Hu Ming raised his eyebrows and confirmed.
"I am sure that the Qilin blood of the Zhang family is very special and contains extraordinary powers. It is easy to identify as they share the same roots and origins."
The young man's face became three points colder, he clenched his hands again and said firmly.
"That's a big problem. What the hell does this guy want to do?"
Hu Ming rubbed his temples with a headache. He never expected that such a simple act of accompanying Yin Nanfeng to pay tribute to the ancestors would lead to such trouble.
"No, Uncle Ming, what are you talking about? Is there something wrong with my great-uncle's coffin?"
"Also, if I remember correctly, the old man said that his master didn't inherit the Qilin blood of the Zhang family, so he died at the age of 111."
Yin Nanfeng frowned, not caring about the rude behavior of the two people just now, and asked hurriedly.
"So, this is the problem. My brother and I checked it out. The weight of the coffin is obviously wrong. Apparently, it is filled with Qilin blood."
"After special treatment, the Qilin blood has not decayed or coagulated for a hundred years. We can probably guess the origin of this Qilin blood. That's why the young man just looked like he was going to open the coffin and chop up the bastard's body without caring about anything."
Hu Ming sighed and told the two of them what they had discovered.
Not only Zhang Qishan's coffin, but also Yin Xinyue's coffin, were filled with unicorn blood.
This requires a huge amount of blood, far more than one or two members of the Zhang family can provide.
So, the answer to the question is already obvious.
When Zhang Qishan was alive, during that craziest period, in addition to always searching for his younger brother's traces, he was also secretly hunting down and killing a large number of surviving members of the Zhang family's main clan.
Although it is not known what the purpose of his doing this is, it is certain that Zhang Qishan died in 2001 and was subsequently buried here.
In other words, Zhang Qishan's body had been soaked in Qilin's blood for more than ten years.
Of course, if the person buried here is not Zhang Qishan, that would be a different story.
"Whether or not they inherited Qilin blood, the bodies of Zhang family members have many magical properties. After death, if the bodies are not handled properly, it is easy to cause big problems..."
"The corpses hanging by chains below reminded me of something...Hu Ming, do you remember the Feng Shui structure of our ancient building?"
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The young man glanced at Bai Haotian who pretended that he hadn't heard anything, and asked, "When were the female corpses under the water transported in?"
"Ah, this. This is one of the secrets of our 11th warehouse..."
"Tell me, I'll give you Hu Ming's contact information, his private contact information."
The young man just pushed Hu Ming forward, and unexpectedly learned what it meant to strike at a weak point without any instruction.
Hu Ming said that this girl is Wu Xie's little fan girl, but according to my observation along the way, this girl is probably still Hu Ming's little fan girl, right?
"make a deal!"
Bai Haotian agreed without any moral integrity.
"Fuck you..." Hu Ming's mouth twitched.
"You coded it."
Yin Nanfeng's face darkened.
This was the first time since Yin Nanfeng was born that he swore in front of outsiders.
"It's not really a secret. Many old people in Warehouse 11 know about it. You can find out by asking anyone outside."
"Back then, before the Buddha died, he arranged those corpses here, saying that they were to suppress some evil intentions down there."
"Later, the Buddha even asked that after his death, his and his wife's bodies be buried here to suppress all evil."
Bai Haotian chuckled, revealing an undisguised expression of having made a profit.
"Suppress all evil?"
Hu Ming sneered. He seemed to have figured something out.
If we say that the corpses of the owners of the Qilin blood in the Zhang family ancient building from generation to generation are for the purpose of feeding the thousand-year-old zongzi underground.
Well, the arrangement of the corpses here is somewhat similar to that of the Zhang Family Ancient Building, but there are obvious differences...
“He is buried here indeed!”
Obviously, the young man thought of this earlier than Hu Ming and was very sure of it.
Feng Shui is also what the Zhang family is good at.
When they came, Hu Ming and his brother had already realized that this hilltop was also the largest dragon vein in Hangzhou.
At first, he just wanted to find a good feng shui spot to store those unusual living creatures, and Zhang Qishan just wanted to find a resting place for himself.
Now it seems that things are not that simple.
"Let's not talk about these for now. After all, it's impossible for us to just lift up Zhang Qishan's coffin and find out what's going on."
"By the way, little brother, you insisted on coming here. Did you know something in advance?"
Hu Ming shook his head. After all, this was not a place where he could do things conveniently. Besides, Zhang Qishan's identity was indeed a bit sensitive.
"No, at first I just came to look for something, something that he took away from the ancient building, something that belonged to Zhang Qiling."
The young man showed a regretful expression on his face that he could not open the coffin to take out the things.
It looks like we have to take direct action.
Hu Ming did not dare to delay, he quickly accelerated and hugged the young man, shaking his head repeatedly.
Don't dare to play like this!
At least, you can't play like this in front of Yin Nanfeng!
“…”
Helplessly, the young man could only put away the knife and signaled that he gave up.
But at this moment.
The coffin belonging to Zhang Qishan suddenly trembled slightly!
Hu Ming and the young man had to confirm that they were still thirty centimeters away from the coffin and it was absolutely impossible for them to touch the coffin.
so.…
The pupils of both of them shrank and they became alert instantly.
He didn't even care whether the movement of the chains caused by the shaking of the coffin would startle Yin Nanfeng.
At this moment, as the pipe trembled, a barely detectable crimson color seeped into the water from the bottom of the coffin and was quickly washed away, disappearing without a trace.
Although I didn't see this scene due to the angle, doesn't Brother Hu Ming have amazing five senses?
At the moment when the crimson color faded, they keenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint smell of rust suddenly appearing on the lips, and then slowly dissipated?
This made the two of them even more afraid to relax. They drew their swords and looked at the coffin vigilantly.
Hu Ming and the young man naturally saw Yin Nanfeng's actions. After observing for a while, they found that the coffin no longer moved, so they felt relieved.
After thinking about it, they decided not to open the coffin to find out what was going on. The two looked at each other, nodded in tacit understanding, and returned with Yin Nanfeng the same way.
"Second Master, you are back!"
On the shore, seeing the figure appear in the water, Bai Haotian quickly stood up and greeted happily.
However, the three of them looked unhappy and no one paid any attention to him.
"Uncle Ming..."
Yin Nanfeng hesitated for a few seconds, but couldn't help but speak.
"etc!"
Hu Ming shook his head and took out a black piece of wood from his waist. Upon closer inspection, it was obviously a piece of wood that had just been cut from a whole piece.
Wood chips
Yin Nanfeng was startled instantly and looked blankly at Hu Ming, who had a serious expression.
What's Underwater?
If she guessed correctly, this must be the fragment of Zhang Qishan's coffin board!!
"My great-uncle didn't pretend to be dead and get up from the coffin. He really gave me face..."
Yin Nanfeng murmured dully.
Hu Ming crushed the wet wood chips and put them to his nose to sniff.
"Tsk, there really is something wrong! Damn Zhang Qishan!"
Hu Ming handed the fragment on his fingertips to the young man, grinning and uttering sweet words.
"It's Qilin blood, very pure Qilin blood! It's only slightly less concentrated than the blood of Zhang Qiling of all previous generations."
The young man also sniffed lightly and spoke indifferently.
"Qilin blood? Are you sure?"
Hu Ming raised his eyebrows and confirmed.
"I am sure that the Qilin blood of the Zhang family is very special and contains extraordinary powers. It is easy to identify as they share the same roots and origins."
The young man's face became three points colder, he clenched his hands again and said firmly.
"That's a big problem. What the hell does this guy want to do?"
Hu Ming rubbed his temples with a headache. He never expected that such a simple act of accompanying Yin Nanfeng to pay tribute to the ancestors would lead to such trouble.
"No, Uncle Ming, what are you talking about? Is there something wrong with my great-uncle's coffin?"
"Also, if I remember correctly, the old man said that his master didn't inherit the Qilin blood of the Zhang family, so he died at the age of 111."
Yin Nanfeng frowned, not caring about the rude behavior of the two people just now, and asked hurriedly.
"So, this is the problem. My brother and I checked it out. The weight of the coffin is obviously wrong. Apparently, it is filled with Qilin blood."
"After special treatment, the Qilin blood has not decayed or coagulated for a hundred years. We can probably guess the origin of this Qilin blood. That's why the young man just looked like he was going to open the coffin and chop up the bastard's body without caring about anything."
Hu Ming sighed and told the two of them what they had discovered.
Not only Zhang Qishan's coffin, but also Yin Xinyue's coffin, were filled with unicorn blood.
This requires a huge amount of blood, far more than one or two members of the Zhang family can provide.
So, the answer to the question is already obvious.
When Zhang Qishan was alive, during that craziest period, in addition to always searching for his younger brother's traces, he was also secretly hunting down and killing a large number of surviving members of the Zhang family's main clan.
Although it is not known what the purpose of his doing this is, it is certain that Zhang Qishan died in 2001 and was subsequently buried here.
In other words, Zhang Qishan's body had been soaked in Qilin's blood for more than ten years.
Of course, if the person buried here is not Zhang Qishan, that would be a different story.
"Whether or not they inherited Qilin blood, the bodies of Zhang family members have many magical properties. After death, if the bodies are not handled properly, it is easy to cause big problems..."
"The corpses hanging by chains below reminded me of something...Hu Ming, do you remember the Feng Shui structure of our ancient building?"
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The young man glanced at Bai Haotian who pretended that he hadn't heard anything, and asked, "When were the female corpses under the water transported in?"
"Ah, this. This is one of the secrets of our 11th warehouse..."
"Tell me, I'll give you Hu Ming's contact information, his private contact information."
The young man just pushed Hu Ming forward, and unexpectedly learned what it meant to strike at a weak point without any instruction.
Hu Ming said that this girl is Wu Xie's little fan girl, but according to my observation along the way, this girl is probably still Hu Ming's little fan girl, right?
"make a deal!"
Bai Haotian agreed without any moral integrity.
"Fuck you..." Hu Ming's mouth twitched.
"You coded it."
Yin Nanfeng's face darkened.
This was the first time since Yin Nanfeng was born that he swore in front of outsiders.
"It's not really a secret. Many old people in Warehouse 11 know about it. You can find out by asking anyone outside."
"Back then, before the Buddha died, he arranged those corpses here, saying that they were to suppress some evil intentions down there."
"Later, the Buddha even asked that after his death, his and his wife's bodies be buried here to suppress all evil."
Bai Haotian chuckled, revealing an undisguised expression of having made a profit.
"Suppress all evil?"
Hu Ming sneered. He seemed to have figured something out.
If we say that the corpses of the owners of the Qilin blood in the Zhang family ancient building from generation to generation are for the purpose of feeding the thousand-year-old zongzi underground.
Well, the arrangement of the corpses here is somewhat similar to that of the Zhang Family Ancient Building, but there are obvious differences...
“He is buried here indeed!”
Obviously, the young man thought of this earlier than Hu Ming and was very sure of it.
Feng Shui is also what the Zhang family is good at.
When they came, Hu Ming and his brother had already realized that this hilltop was also the largest dragon vein in Hangzhou.
At first, he just wanted to find a good feng shui spot to store those unusual living creatures, and Zhang Qishan just wanted to find a resting place for himself.
Now it seems that things are not that simple.
"Let's not talk about these for now. After all, it's impossible for us to just lift up Zhang Qishan's coffin and find out what's going on."
"By the way, little brother, you insisted on coming here. Did you know something in advance?"
Hu Ming shook his head. After all, this was not a place where he could do things conveniently. Besides, Zhang Qishan's identity was indeed a bit sensitive.
"No, at first I just came to look for something, something that he took away from the ancient building, something that belonged to Zhang Qiling."
The young man showed a regretful expression on his face that he could not open the coffin to take out the things.
