"This is a coffin-bottom ant, and it's not caused by the cold, but by the yin..."

"Okay, okay,"

The picture suddenly came to mind. Nai Li was sitting cross-legged on the coffin and smoking.

I felt uncomfortable just thinking about it, so I made an excuse saying it was urgent and left in a hurry.

After pushing back all the white jars I dug out of the grave, I locked the door, closed the curtains, and sat down on the chair.

"One, two..."

After counting, there were exactly ten white jars with exactly the same size and pattern.

Looking at these things on the ground, I wondered what they were for...

I got up and went to the drawer to find pliers, and I cut off all the rotten wire that was sealing the door.

After cutting off the iron wire, the yellow rust penetrated into the fetal bones of the jar.

When I took off the cover, I found that it was actually wrapped with several layers of moisture-proof oil paper, which was the kind of material used to make oil-paper umbrellas in ancient times.

These oil papers rotted when touched and were completely weathered.

After tearing these off, I picked up the jar and looked inside.

After shaking, something rustled.

What is this...I looked carefully.
Chapter completed!