EBE Chapter 135: You bastard, you're stealing my body
Chapter 135: You bastard, you're stealing my body
Inside the haunted house, after Yan Muhuai found the mechanism, the wall where the shrine was built shifted slightly, and gaps appeared on both sides that were wide enough for a person to pass through.
After the gap appeared, the spiritual energy that came out became more and more dense. Yan Muhuai was well prepared and drew a spirit gathering talisman in the air to absorb all the spiritual energy into it.
After making sure that Rong Jin outside the door would not be affected by the spiritual energy, he stepped into the secret room behind the wall.
The moment the mechanism is opened, air enters and the lights on the wall react chemically and light up automatically.
With the help of the dim light, Yan Muhuai saw a huge sarcophagus in the middle of the secret room, which was covered with talismans.
Not only on the coffin, but also on the walls of the secret room and on the door he opened.
However, as the mechanism door opened, the talisman on it had been damaged to some extent, and the power of this sealing formation had long ceased to exist.
"Master, what's in there? Talk to me." Rong Jin's voice came from outside.
Yan Muhuai looked at the talismans on the wall, raised his hand and drew a line in the air, and all the talismans shattered and fell, including the one on the coffin.
At this time, the lid of the coffin was pushed open by a great force, and the leaked spiritual energy was taken back by the things in the coffin.
The spiritual energy that had previously escaped was like bait, meant to lure people in to break the seal. Now that the seal was broken by Yan Muhuai, the pickpocket in the coffin quickly took back what belonged to it.
"Come in." Yan Muhuai responded to Rong Jin.
Rong Jin didn't even ask where the spiritual energy inside had gone. He just went in because Yan Muhuai told him to. His master would definitely not harm him.
"Is there something in there? Let me go and take a look first." Rong Jin looked around after entering the room and finally set his eyes on the open coffin.
Yan Muhuai came in and stood at the door to destroy the seal, but he didn't have time to go forward.
"Let's go together. I don't sense any danger, and I even have a familiar feeling." Yan Muhuai took Rong Jin's hand, and the two walked to the coffin together.
They originally thought that the coffin would contain a thousand-year-old corpse or a skeleton lying among ancient artifacts, but it turned out to contain something that the two had never expected.
"What is this? A sword? And it's broken." The reason why Rong Jin asked such a question was not because he didn't recognize the sword, but because the sword in the coffin was not complete at all. The hilt was gone, and there were pieces missing here and there on the sword body.
However, the missing parts were repaired by the spiritual energy to form a phantom, which was invisible to ordinary people. Only Yan Muhuai and Rong Jin could see the appearance of the sword itself.
There are seven snowflake-like patterns on the slender silver sword, staggered up and down, forming the pattern of the Big Dipper. Although the missing hilt is a phantom, it can be seen that it is very delicately made.
When Yan Muhuai saw the sword in the coffin, the adjective that Thirty-five had told him before suddenly popped up in his mind.
Long, white, pointed, hard...
So, could this be the sword that stupid guy Thirty-five saw in the crack of the system mall?
No wonder he felt that the aura of this sword was somewhat familiar just now. Was it because of number thirty-five?
Thinking of this, Yan Muhuai opened his sealed sea of consciousness and released Sanshiwu from the small dark room.
"Master Host, you finally let me out. I was almost suffocating." Thirty-Five chattered non-stop as soon as he was free. "I saw clearly what that thing in the crack was. It was an extremely invincible and majestic sword..."
"Is this the one?" Yan Muhuai looked at the long sword in the coffin.
Thirty-five The voice suddenly stopped, and after a few seconds of silence, it finally confirmed the situation in front of it.
The sword it saw through the gap is now right in front of Yan Muhuai.
"Ahhh! It's it, that's it, host, please touch it quickly, this is my thing, if you touch it I can go out, and I won't implicate you when the countdown is over." Thirty-five urged repeatedly, as if he was afraid that the sword would suddenly run away.
Although it was a broken sword, it had a strong spiritual energy. If it weren't for Yan Muhuai and Rong Jin standing next to the coffin, it might have run away the moment the seal was broken.
Now it lies motionless and pretends to be dead, because it knows it cannot escape.
"Is this your thing? What makes you say that?" Yan Muhuai did not deny that Thirty-Five had something to do with the sword. After all, they had already seen it in the gap of the mall before they were sure to come to Fuyun Village.
But Thirty-five was so eager that he began to doubt it.
"Really? You'll know once you touch it. I can go straight in. You don't even need to try to dig me out of your sea of consciousness. We both have a bright future." Thirty-five used his most trusted slogan.
Given the current situation, it is indeed a good thing for Yan Muhuai that Thirty-five can leave the sea of consciousness on his own initiative.
Even if there was a trick, Yan Muhuai was not wrong.
So he agreed to Thirty-Five's request and planned to reach out and touch the broken sword in the coffin.
"Master." Rong Jin stopped Yan Muhuai's hand, "What are you going to do? This broken sword looks very strange."
Being sealed in such a secret room by so many talismans is clearly the treatment of the most evil creatures in ancient times.
"Don't be afraid. If you dare to do that, I will crush it." Yan Muhuai said this not only to the broken sword in the coffin, but also to warn his small system.
Thirty-five was very polite, "Don't worry, Master Host. Even if I leave your mind, I will still be your dog. I will do whatever you ask me to do and will never rebel."
With Thirty-five's guarantee, Yan Muhuai fulfilled its wish. He reached his hand into the coffin, and his slender fingers touched the broken sword.
There was a momentary pain in his mind. He thought Thirty-five had already rolled out, but the broken sword didn't change at all.
"Thirty-five?" Yan Muhuai called out.
If he didn't look inward at his sea of consciousness, he wouldn't be able to feel whether it was still there or not.
The air suddenly became quiet for a while, and then Thirty-five burst into tears, "Wuwuwu, Master Host, I don't have enough spiritual energy, I can't go back..."
Before Sanshiwu could finish his words, a beam of white light rushed in from outside and quickly penetrated into the broken sword in the coffin.
"Hmph! You bastard, you're trying to steal my body." Thirty-five cursed angrily when he saw the white light falling.
However, when the white light flew over, Rong Jin pulled Yan Muhuai back two steps.
Then the broken sword flew out of the coffin with a flash of white light.
"Huh? What's going on? How do I...Boss, Mr. Yan, why are you here?" A puzzled voice came from the broken sword.
Yan Muhuai and Rong Jin looked at each other. They were both familiar with the voice. Plus the other party's address, they knew it was Ming Fei without asking.
"Ming Fei? Has your soul returned to its place?" Rong Jin looked up and asked the broken sword floating in the air, emitting white light.
Yan Muhuai turned his head and looked at him, "Why do you say that the soul is returning to its place?"
"When I picked her up, she was in a coma and her body briefly turned into the shape of a sword, but it was very blurry and I didn't know what it originally looked like." Because this was Ming Fei's privacy, Rong Jin had never told anyone, including Ming Fei herself.
This is why he concluded that Ming Fei would not be harmed by his evil spirit, and he even thought that she had an iron head and was not very good at using human thinking.