Daya and I looked at each other, and a surprise flashed in our eyes. After all, there is a turning point now. No matter whether you live or die behind the door, even if you are in the dragon and tiger den, you can only go to the tiger's den. It is better than being trapped here and suffocating to death. I asked Daya to bring the candle over, put the fire with my hands, then flashed, and got in first. After entering, I walked forward carefully. I found that there was no danger, so I turned around and called Daya in.

When Daya came in with a candle, she saw clearly that this place was also a house. What was surprising was that the layout and furnishings of this house were exactly the same as the one just now. If it weren't for clearly stepping into the door, she would have thought it was the same house.

I looked back at the other room behind the door and confirmed that it was indeed a new space, not a ghost covering his eyes and teasing us. But Daya and I were muttering in our hearts, and I didn't know who was so leisurely and had created so many identical houses.

To the south of the house is still a fire kang, with a kang table on the kang, and a large wooden box slightly on the kang. There is also a big jar that is exactly the same in the northwest corner of the ground. Seeing these situations, the fear in my heart is indescribable, just like a person trapped in a maze finally found a door, and after pushing it open, it is another mystery, which is eroding our will bit by bit. It is this monotonous repetition that makes people even more desperate.

Big teeth walked forward with a candlestick in small steps, and slowly looked at the room with the candlelight.

I followed the big teeth and looked around with the candlelight. I heard the big teeth in front of me scream, and my body suddenly retreated. The retreat was very sudden and the force was very strong. I was so unprepared that I slipped under my feet, unable to control the center of gravity, and leaned back and fell heavily to the ground.

The big teeth fell down immediately with me and hit me hard. He was not doing anything. He had my flesh shield as a buffer, but the ground behind me was very hard. With the pressure of the big teeth, I suddenly had stars in my eyes, tinnitus, dizziness, tightness in my chest, and I couldn't breathe.

The candle in Daya's hand also fell to the ground, the fire flashed and darkened, and it flew out after a few flashes. The room fell into darkness in an instant.

I pushed away the big teeth pressing against my body, rubbed the big bag that was knocked out from my head, and hit me very hard, and I felt pain all over my body, and I didn't dare to breathe hard. I grinned for a long time, but didn't get up. I rubbed my head with my hands while asking my big teeth: "What are you doing? I'm stepping on your tail. If you have more energy, I will save trouble. Just go to the King of Hell and report..."

My big teeth rolled up and sat up from the ground, covered my mouth with one hand, and whispered to my ears, and said to me with a trembling voice: "Let's go, just make a little less, there's someone in the room, sleeping on the kang."

After this collision, I knew that my body must be green and purple, and there was no good place. I originally wanted to teach Daya a good lesson and relieve it, but after hearing what he said in a panic, I realized the seriousness of the problem, and immediately remained silent and stayed in place.

Before I came in, I fully imagined what might happen in this unknown space, but I never expected that there would be someone in the room and I was still sleeping.

Daya and I kept our posture and didn't dare to move. We held our breath and listened in a slant.

Quiet, dead silence.

The room was a bit terrible, and it was a little quiet. It didn't belong to this world, but I still couldn't feel any signs of life in the room. The kang was quiet and there was no movement at all. I couldn't help but wonder if it was a big tooth and the grass was full of soldiers. There was no one on the kang, but we were scaring ourselves.

Although I was a little confused, I still patiently maintained my posture and did not dare to move. It took more than ten minutes to pass.

In the end, my waist and legs were sore, and I couldn't hold on anymore. When I thought that it would not be a long-term solution, I took out the lighter from my pocket, took the lighter into the fire, and used the fire to touch the small candle that was extinguished on the ground, and lit it again with the lighter.

The flames kept flashing, as if they might be extinguished at any time. I hurriedly closed the candlelight with my hands. The flames jumped a few times before illuminating the room. With the jumping candlelight, the whole room was also bright and dark. Looking at the shadows projected on the wall floating around, an inexplicable fear arose in my heart.

Our current location is on the head of the kang, and there is a kang table in the middle of the kang. Because of the table and the dark candlelight, the shadow of the table covers most of the kang, so we can't see clearly whether there is anyone on the kang. Daya and I both leaned sideways with the candlelight, carefully tiptoed forward, walked forward for three or four steps, and looked at the other end of the kang on tiptoe.

Sure enough, as Daya said, there was a man lying on the back of the kang.

Judging from his figure, he should be a woman wearing wide clothes, which looks like the costumes with wide robe and big sleeves that she only wore in operas.

Even though Daya and I were mentally prepared, we were still a little surprised to see this. My heart couldn't help but jump up wildly. Daya cleared her throat and said to the other side: "Who are you lying on the kang over there?" Seeing that the other side ignored him, Daya licked his lips and turned his eyes and asked carefully: "Mushroom, where are you?"

When I heard this, I felt a little funny. When I met such a person in this place, he was obviously not a good person. He was probably not a good person, and he had some trouble with her. He even made slanderous words. He even asked who he was? Could he let you go when he heard that you were from the martial arts world?

After Daya asked, the other side was still quiet and there was no reaction at all. Daya couldn't stretch her strength and shouted again in a loud voice: "Earthquake, Gaogang, a beautiful lake and mountains! The 'sharp fighting' in front, don't 'lying on the bridge', get up and reply."

I gave my big teeth a blank look: "Okay, tie the broom behind my butt, don't pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. I look like I'm dead."

Daya heard from me that it was a dead person, and he also smashed his tongue. With our troubles, the noise was so loud that if we really fell asleep, we would wake up even if we slept hard. Moreover, this environment was not like a place where a living person lived, so we would probably have died long ago.

Although I knew that the dead would not be too dangerous, I didn't dare to be careless. After all, there were too many incredible things I had experienced these days. Daya and I were still vigilant and picked up the stool and held it in our hands. Only then did I feel a little bit in my heart and slowly approach the kang step by step.

The man lying on the kang saw it much more clearly this time. He was covered with a mat, wearing a long robe, wide sleeves, a bun with hair, and a hairpin. He was as good as a face, willows, eyebrows, clouds, ink, and spring onions, jade fingers. He was like an extraordinary female Taoist nun with a fairy-like appearance.

After watching for a long time, Big Teeth looked at it and said, "Looking at this outfit, this nun must have been dead for a while, but she is still so charming and lifelike, it is incredible and unruly."

I heard Daya talk about it next to me, but I didn't say anything. I had been used to the phenomenon of the corpse not rotting. There were many reasons, and it was not explained by the current science. I didn't find anything else when I looked at the corpse. The clothes were also simple, and there were no accessories to wear, so I couldn't tell anything special. Instead, the pillow under my head attracted my attention.

This kind of porcelain pillow should be called "waist tucking pillow". The ceramic texture can be felt through the exposed parts on the outside, and the flowers are left on a large area. A variety of craftsmanship is perfectly combined to make the exquisiteness of this pillow very inconsistent with the simplicity of this room, and even a little out of place.

I was a little confused about this tug-up pillow, so I called Daya over and asked Daya to help me lift the nun's head carefully so that I could pull out the pillow underneath. Daya stretched out her neck and looked at the pillow, but she didn't see any reason. When I heard that I wanted him to raise the head of the dead, the boss was reluctant to say that the dead were respectful. After all, such things were disrespectful to the deceased, but he still nodded helplessly.

I didn't dare to let the big teeth touch the corpse directly. One is that I was afraid that the corpse would touch the yang energy to defraud the corpse; the other is that the corpse was strange and afraid that the big teeth would be caught. Although I have never encountered corpse transformation, I heard from my grandfather that corpse transformation is difficult to deal with, and it is easy to get my life if I am not careful. Even if it is not a corpse transformation, a corpse that has not been rotten for many years has extremely cold yin energy, and I am afraid that the big teeth will get into corpse poison and cause trouble.

I saw that the nun died a little strangely, and I was afraid that she would die before death. So I kicked the bench with one hard kick, pulled out two longer bench legs, and handed them over to the big teeth. Because the wood is not transparent to yin and yang, I can relatively ensure that the big teeth are safer.

I told Daya to support the nun's head with these two stool legs for a while. Never touch it with your hands or breathe heavily. It is best to hold your breath to prevent the corpse from changing. If the corpse really changes, the room is so big and it is not easy to clean up. There is so much danger.

We stood on both sides of the Taoist nun, one left and one right. I signaled Big Teeth to carefully stuff one of the stool legs against the pillow and put it in the bottom of the neck, and the other one was slightly separated from the angle and placed it underneath. Like a lever, carefully pressed it, and gently lifted the Taoist nun's head. After finishing the Big Teeth, I winked at me, grabbed the breathable hole of the ceramic pillow with both hands and began to carefully pull out.

In ancient times, pillows were relatively high, and many of them were hollow inside. Breathable holes were left on the pillows for heat dissipation, which could dissipate internal heat when the weather was hot to keep the pillow refreshing. At the same time, it could also dissipate moisture, effectively avoiding internal moisture and keeping the pillow dry. Fortunately, the breathable holes of this pillow are on the side, which can be held with your fingers, making it easier to use force.

Daya and I cooperated with each other and finally pulled out the pillow bit by bit. Daya also stuffed the two legs of the stool under the nun's head, letting the nun's head rest on the legs of the stool. During the whole process, the body did not change. Seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief, made a gesture to Daya, and slowly retreated.

After getting farther away from the body on the kang, my nervous mood began to calm down. I carefully looked at the ceramic pillow in my hand.

This ceramic pillow is flawless in terms of both craftsmanship and appearance. It can be seen that this pillow was considered a luxury in the past era and was not something that ordinary people could use. It is a bit strange that a Taoist nun actually used this pillow.

When I looked over and over again, I felt something hidden in the pillow, which was completely beyond our expectations. I held the pillow in both hands and deliberately shook it back and forth. Sure enough, as the movements on my hands, the things inside were also moving "silence, silence".
Chapter completed!