When I heard Hai Dongqing's shouting, I did not look back immediately, but just buried my head and rubbed my eyes, and opened it hard to recover.

When I turned around, I felt my head full of mist.

What about Qianmu Yin?! Why can’t I see it anymore?! Could it be...running out?!

"Birdman...what did you say about the coffin..."

"Just... the monster just now hit the coffin on the first floor..."

The person who answered me was Xiao Fu, and he heard him tremblingly, "Crashing on it... and then it disappeared... Look at the pile of things on the ground!"

As he said that, the little Buddha seemed to have discovered something again. He pointed at the floor tiles not far away and signaled me to take a closer look.

"What's the matter..." I shook my head, barely suppressed the feeling of dizziness, and looked over with squinted eyes.

I saw a black mark on the floor tiles beside the wall, as if something was burned and left behind. If I didn't look carefully, it would be inconspicuous in such a dark place.

Could this be the mark left by Qianmu Holy Fiction?!

No, how could it disappear suddenly?! There is really no reason for this...

I looked at the floor tiles in confusion, then looked at the grooves on the walls and the coffin in the grooves, and couldn't help but feel a little cold in my heart.

This means there is something even more deadly in the coffin? Otherwise, there would be no reason why the boss of the ancestor level, such as Qianmu Tiao Nie, would disappear so thoroughly...

At this time, Hai Dongqing and the others had already run to me and squatted down. The little Buddha was responsible for paying attention to the surrounding conditions vigilantly, while Hai Dongqing took out the medical gauze and bandages in his bag and planned to treat my wounds.

"You seemed to hurt it just now." Seeing my puzzled look on my face, Hai Dongqing explained to me in a low voice: "The monster covered his face and ran constantly, and accidentally hit the coffin, and then it disappeared after a scream."

"No...we must have not noticed something important..." I shook my head, pointed to the intact coffin and asked him: "You won't know how powerful Qianmu Yin is. Since such a loud noise just now, why is the coffin not broken?"

Hai Dongqing was stunned and immediately understood what I meant.

"Let's go out first, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time." Hai Dongqing said with a frown.

"I want to sit and rest for a while, and I don't rush to leave, and I have something to do." I smiled, as if I didn't care about the ten blood holes on my shoulders. I naturally took out the cigarette in my pocket, lit one, and handed the cigarette box to Xiaofo.

My whole body suddenly began to tremble violently without warning, and then, in the direction of the sand outside the cave, a sudden roar of Qianmu Holy sound came.

Without thinking about anything more, I took a deep breath with the cigarette and slowly spit out the smoke. When nicotine temporarily brought me the pleasure of paralysis, I also spoke to Hai Dongqing.

"Take all the treasures out." I said with a smile: "I have to check it out, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

The current situation no longer allows me to waste my time.

Just now, Qianmu Hon’s evil soul had retreated from my body. My current physical condition could no longer accommodate that great god.

Even so, I didn't feel anything wrong, and the severe pain on my shoulder seemed to disappear in an instant.

Retrospectively, it turns out that what the old man said is true.

"Go out and see again." Xiao Fu said, staring at me.

"No, just be here. I'm tired and don't want to move anymore." I shook my head and smiled.

The little Buddha remained silent, his tone trembled slightly: "You... are you really tired..."

"Yes, I was so tired that I didn't want to move anymore. I was about to fall asleep." I nodded with a smile, sat cross-legged on the ground, waved to Hai Dongqing, and signaled him to bring me the things.

Half a minute later, I was filled with treasures that once made me die.

Bamboo slips that cannot be opened.

The jade coffin containing immortal oil of immortality.

Broken lamp.

Bronze fragments.

The lamp holder of the green lamp in the sun.

"The fragments can match, the shape is exactly the same..." I looked at the copper plate with a smile on my face, with excitement in my eyes, and then picked up the lamp on the ground and slowly put the copper plate up.

I once thought, if all the components of Huanyang Qingdeng were found, what method should be used to restore it to its original state?

The fact is very simple.

I don’t know what material is made of Huanyang Qinglantern. The closer the copper sheets are, the stronger the suction force they are, just like using iron-sucking stone to absorb iron nails.

However, the suction force between the lamp and the copper plate is usually invisible. Even if you put them ten centimeters, you will not find any suction force.

I have to get close to it, almost when I am almost pasted...

"Bang."

"Okay." I said in surprise: "I didn't expect this thing to be so easy to do. I can check it out when I connect the lamp holder."

"Bang."

After a while, another crisp sound was heard, and the sunlight returned to my original appearance in my hands.

The lotus floating cloud lamp is carried on the top and the old man in Ma-Clothed is connected to the bottom. You can feel it by just looking at it. The grade of this ancient lamp has risen upwards for more than one layer.

At this moment, I accidentally discovered a black dot in the middle of this quaint and fragrant lamp.

When I looked up at the top of the lamp, I saw a thick line similar to metal in the center of the lamp. It was black all over, very short and pointed directly to the sky.

If I hadn't touched it with my hands and found that this thing was as elastic as a spring, I'm afraid I wouldn't have guessed that this was the wick that Zuo Ci mentioned.

"Birdman, open the coffin."

"What?"

"Open the white jade coffin." I said, staring at the lamp in my hand in a blank look.

Seeing that I didn't say much, Hai Dongqing naturally didn't ask much. He squatted down and pulled out the lid of the coffin, then brought the white jade coffin and placed it in front of me.

The immortal oil in the white jade coffin is still the same, with a strange fragrance, as if it is always seducing people to eat it.

"Yujia has already drunk this thing." I lowered my head and looked at the white jade coffin in a steady state: "Now I will try it and see if the smoke burning from lamp oil can open the "Ghost Valley Corpse Sutra"."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a sensation of itch in my throat. I couldn't help but cover my mouth and coughed violently.

This cough almost made my lungs come out, and even my chest hurt.

After letting go of my hand, I placed my palm down behind my back, pretended to rub my waist, and secretly wiped all the blood in my palms clean.

"Returning the sunlight, every time I ignite it, I only need a little fairy oil." I said to Hai Dongqing word by word.

Hai Dongqing was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

"Take me a dagger and I'll show you a demonstration."

"What demonstration? Why are you demonstrating this for me?" Hai Dongqing frowned and handed me the dagger with confusion.

Without answering him, I silently put the tip of the dagger into the white jade coffin, gently dipped it in some fairy oil on it, then pulled the dagger back and carefully applied the fairy oil on the tip of the dagger to the wick.

Although the amount of the smear I applied was so small that I could hardly see the traces of the smear, it was explained clearly in "The Book of Tao".

There is no need to do too much of this thing, just one is enough.

When I applied the fairy oil almost to the point, I took out the lighter, pressed it, and ignited the fire.

"I'm optimistic."

As I said, I brought the flame closer to the wick, and then a muffled sound of bang, and a faint green flame suddenly burst out from the wick.

This wisp of flame is green all over, and it emits a strange light from top to bottom. With a slight flash, it will always attract people's gaze without realizing it, as if this wisp of flame is the most beautiful thing in the world, and no one will stare at it.

Of course, this feeling didn't last long, until the flames began to emit fragrance, which was a more fragrant fragrance than the immortal oil of the immortal.

Following this, there were also wisps of faint green smoke slowly drifting out from the lamp.

"Little Buddha, hand me the bamboo slips."

"Take it."

After taking the bamboo slips that could not be opened, I smiled and thought to myself that today I was just about to open my eyes when I was about to die.

"I have to take a good look at what is said inside today and explain it to you two who are unsightly, otherwise..." I said, placing the bamboo slip a foot above the lamp.

There was almost no feeling of too much flame temperature at this distance. The hand holding the bamboo slip felt a little warm, which was a very warm feeling.

When a wisp of smoke floated out from the lamp again, a magical scene appeared.

I only saw the smoke as if it had eyes, and no longer drifted around, but rose steadily, and integrated into the black bamboo slips of "Guigu Corpse Sutra".

"wood."

"Stop making trouble, just watch."

"Are you..."

"Crack...bang!"

What interrupted Haidongqing's speech was the bursting sound from the bamboo slips.

At that time, I thought it was the torch that cracked the bamboo slips. Who knew that when I saw that the bamboo slips were actually swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the "hot expansion and cold contraction" in common sense. But I didn't hear that bamboos would swell like this, almost twice as big as before.

Suddenly, a more harsh burst sound came from the bamboo slips, and then the entire bamboo slips cracked from the middle and became two halves.

"It's open!! Come and take a look!!!" I said excitedly: "Birdman, tell me what it is written on it. I can't understand this bronze inscription from the Warring States Period!!"

After placing the bamboo slips on the ground and spread them flat, I realized the true size of the bamboo slips in my hand.
To be continued...