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I resisted the severe pain from my palms, then bent down and inserted the dagger covered with my blood into the gap between the purple coffin and the ground, and then shouted: "Everyone is here and ready to carry the coffin."

Although Lu Yunshao was still a little worried, he still surrounded the coffin with the others.

Only Yang Hongguo was still slow to come, and seemed to be reluctant to come.

I glared at my eyes and said, "Why are you still standing there? If you don't want to die, come and help."

After I yelled, Yang Hongguo leaned over reluctantly, muttering: "I am a corpse sect at least. I didn't expect to ask the people from the burial sect to carry the coffin."

I was immediately happy: "It's only when you dare to say that you are from the corpse sect. Then, let's leave the things in the coffin to you to deal with. What do we think? After all, you have specialized in your profession."

Yang Hongguo quickly shook his head: "Forget it, I'll just help."

There are only six of us in total. I asked Tan Jin to carry the tail of the coffin, Chu Sili to carry the head of the coffin, Yang Hongguo and Lu Yunshao to the left, and Lao Huo alone held on the right.

The thousand-year-old ancient coffin in this ancient tomb was not for us to carry. I had to cut off a few sections from the coffin that I had been demolished before, and then tied it to the coffin with a few pieces of rope that I brought in for emergency response. Although it couldn't last long, it should be enough.

Just in case, I asked them to lift it first and try it.

Sure enough, the purple coffin was as unmoved as if it was nailed to the ground.

So I grabbed the dagger with my blood stuck in the gap with my right hand, and shouted, "This time I'm ready, three! two! one!"

When I shouted, I grabbed the dagger and pried it up, using all my strength. The side of the purple coffin was actually pried up by me. At this moment, I shouted: "Get up!"

The five people exerted force at the same time. With a sour creaking sound, the purple coffin made a dull sound and was lifted up.

Generally, there are eight people carrying the coffin. At this time, the five people were about to lift the thick coffin, which was obviously a little heavy. Old Huo and Chu Sili were fine, but Yang Hongguo and Lu Yunshao on the other side both looked very struggling.

I didn't dare to delay and shouted, "Carry the coffin onto the shelf."

The five men exerted their strength again, took two steps forward, slowly let go, and placed the purple coffin on the wooden rack that had been prepared long ago.

I looked at the wooden frame just made with some concern, worried that it would break. Fortunately, the wood used in this coffin was excellent and it did not weather or corrode due to the lack of ventilation. Therefore, after hundreds of years, it still maintained its toughness and strength and supported it.

"Okay, you can let go."

I spoke, and then the five of them put down their joy bars and then stepped back.

"Is this enough?" Old Huo asked.

"Of course not, but after leaving the ground, the things in the coffin weakened a lot, so it would be no problem to calm it down." I breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Lu Yunshao over there made a surprised voice: "Hey, what is this?"

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Lu Yunshao said: "Yiming, come and take a look. There is something like an inscription under the coffin."

When I heard this, I looked over and found that there was a square pattern carved below the side of the coffin, something like a seal.

"I have no research on coffin, do you know?" Lu Yunshao lowered his head to look at the pattern, and asked while opening his mouth.

I recognized this thing, but I didn't take it seriously and answered: "This is something left by the craftsmen who built this coffin to show their identity. Most famous craftsmen would do this, which is almost the same as the inscription left on the sword-casting master when he made a sword."

"So that's how it is." Lu Yunshao nodded and said, "The words on this seem to be - Ma's Fang Liu?"

My body was shocked: "What did you say?"

Lu Yunshao repeated again: "The four words engraved in this inscription seem to be Ma's Fang Liu."

I rushed over with a quick step when I squatted down to see. Lu Yunshao was startled by me: "What's wrong? Such a big reaction?"

I didn't answer, but stared at the inscription tightly, and finally distinguished the four words, which really looked like Ma Fang Liu.

When I saw these four words clearly, it seemed like a thunderbolt passed through my mind.

Ma Fang Liu, that is, the person who created this longevity material is named Ma Fang Liu.

And I happen to know this Ma Fang Liu.

No, it shouldn't be said that I know each other, but that the relationship between Malaysia and Liu has become very big with me.

The coffin scripture that is lying in my bag is originally passed down from my ancestors and has been revised and improved by many generations, and some of them will leave their names on it.

And the part about the most carefully studied in the past period of time, someone also left his name.

The name of this person is Ma Fangliu!

The people who revised the coffin scriptures were all my ancestors of all generations, and Ma Fang Liu was one of them.

There are countless people in the world with the surname Ma, and there may be hundreds of people named Ma Fang Liu over the past thousand years.

However, Ma Fangliu, who can make longevity materials and has a very deep attainment in the eight characters of longevity materials, can create such a slap in the evil coffin, is probably not the second person except for the ancestor of my coffin scripture.

This means that this red sandalwood coffin that suppressed the evil was created by my ancestor named Ma Fangliu hundreds of years ago in the early Ming Dynasty!

I just felt my brain buzzing, and I couldn't think about it.

Before I came here, I always thought that this was just an ordinary coffin carrying business, but I just brought the coffin a little older. Even just now, I thought I was lucky and just got a bad card and spread out such a fierce ancient tomb.

But I could never imagine that this ancient tomb could have something to do with my Ma family, and that I could actually encounter a coffin made by my ancestors in this Ming Dynasty tomb hundreds of years ago.

Is this a coincidence? Or is it because there is some reason? I grew up in Luoyang since I was a child, and I never thought about my family’s connection with Hunan. Not long ago, I discovered that many people here knew my grandfather. But this is just a matter of our generations. However, now it seems that as early as the early Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago, our Ma family had already left traces on the shore of Dongting Lake.

So, will my grandfather have anything to do with this when he went to Hunan before? Did Lao Jin know something about this? Mr. Feng and my grandfather obviously have a deep friendship, otherwise he would not have accepted me easily. Did he know something?

"Yiming! Yiming! What's wrong with you?" Lu Yunshao's voice pulled me back to reality. I came back to my senses and then I remembered that it was not the time to think about this.

Forced to remove the cumbersome thoughts in my mind, I stood up and said, "I'm fine. I just thought of something, so I was just in a daze."

Lu Yunshao looked at me with some concern: "Are you okay? I just saw your expression very strange."

I nodded: "Don't worry, I'm really fine. Wait, I'll solve this coffin. The air here is getting stuffy. It's not good if I don't go out."

Then I looked at the coffin in front of me, took a deep breath, then took out four bronze mirrors from my bag, and took out a roll of ink-dog thread.

Of course, I have prepared these four mirrors for a long time. In fact, they are like the peach wood sword of the Taoist priest of Maoshan and the soul-catching bell of the corpse-driver. The bronze mirror is also an extremely important tool for the coffin carryr. As the saying goes, with the correct clothes and hats in front of the mirror, since ancient times, mirrors have been a symbol of "rightness", just like the ink line symbolizing "straightness".

This is the word "righteous" and is the nemesis of all kinds of monsters, ghosts and monsters. It was said that the King of Qin used the Eight Mirrors to destroy the evil spirits. The eight mirrors each had their own magical powers. Together, they were the famous Qin tyrants' Eight Mirrors, and the demon-sight mirrors that were embedded on the door frames in the south, not to mention.

I put four bronze mirrors on all sides of the coffin, facing the coffin, and then fixed them with ink bucket lines.

Finally, I came to the head of the coffin, raised the military dagger that was covered with blood and had a bit of bent blade, shouted and inserted it into the head of the coffin.

"Certainly!"
Chapter completed!