My Death God Roommate - Chapter 223

The refreshing scent of sandalwood in the air disappeared, replaced by a damp earthy smell.

The magnificent palace became an empty hall, and at the end of the hall was a bottle of sarcophagus, which seemed to have something stuck in it.

The three successfully escaped the ecstasy formation: “Sang Yu! We are out!”

After speaking, Mu couldn’t help looking back for Yatakyo’s figure, but was surprised by the scene behind him.

No garden, no pontoon, no promenade…

Behind them is an invisible abyss, connecting the two ends is a rotten log, Sang Tong and Mu Rong glanced at each other, and both felt a little lingering.

“Murong, are you out?”

Mu Rong beckoned, and the four people on the opposite side let out a long sigh of relief, and Ah Miao flew over in excitement and pounced on Mu Rong: “Master Mu Rong~ You are scared to death.”

“Thank you.” Sang Tong said sincerely.

“The sarcophagus in front should be no more bones, shall we go forward?”

“of course.”

This time Sang Tong was more cautious. She chanted the golden armor curse and said to Mu Rong and Sean: “You two are standing here and waiting for me.”

“Then be careful yourself.”

Sang Tong nodded and walked towards the inside of the hall.

As soon as he stepped on the hall, the two rows of braziers hidden in the darkness lit up out of thin air, illuminating the entire hall, Sang Tong clenched the Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword and the peach wooden nails and walked forward step by step.

When I came to the center of the hall, I found that there was a pool here: “It’s strange, is there an underground culvert that leads to this underground palace?”

With a sound of “wow”, a black shadow jumped out of the water, and Sang Tong jumped back and Mu Rong called out worriedly: “What’s the matter?”

A black shadow flashed past, but Sang Tong still saw clearly: an amazing carp with a big body!

A rough estimate is at least one or two hundred catties. The fisheyes are the size of a fist, the scales are as black as ink, and two long whiskers grow on both cheeks.

Sang Tong recovered from his consternation and sneered: “Hualong Ju? I have a lot of appetite.”

The yin house is rich in geomantic omen, and buried in a good crypt can not only sprout the younger generation, but also benefit the cave owner himself. But if they are buried in a fierce land, the descendants will have a **** disaster, and if the muddy water is seen in the tomb, they will become corpses.

The Hualong pattern is a feng shui pattern with a sword going slant forward. A few carps are raised in a dead water pond in a low-lying place. The fish swim and turn the stagnant water into living water. It is the master of wealth and wisdom.

The carp is also the closest existence to the dragon in the legend, once it crosses the dragon gate, it can be transformed into a dragon.

Sang Tong turned her head and looked at it. The pool and the entrance of the hall were in a straight line with the cliff outside. She raised her flashlight and went back to the door to look up.

Sure enough, there was a stone plaque covered with dust on it. The handwriting was blurred and difficult to distinguish, but Sang Tong wanted to know that it said: Longmen.

“What’s the matter?” Mu Rong asked.

Sang Tong taught Mu Rong three times to recite the guardian gold price curse before letting her in, and illuminating the plaque with a flashlight: “Look.”

“What’s written on it?”

“Longmen.”

“Longmen?”

“You come with me.”

The two came to the pool: “There is a carp bigger than a human in it. Have you thought of anything?”

“The carp jumps over the dragon gate? Is it the dragon in the phantom mirror?”

Sang Tong nodded: “We will deal with this fish for a while, breaking its transformation into a dragon. If I’m not mistaken, this sarcophagus should also be clever.”

There is a thick layer of ash on the sarcophagus, which is several times taller than ordinary coffins, and the shape is also very special.

Sang Tong saw something stuck in the sarcophagus before, so far away, but when he approached, he entered the blind spot and couldn’t see it.

Sang Tong held the torch and circled the sarcophagus, then squatted down and stretched out his hands to explore: “Sure enough!”

“what happened?”

“Didn’t you find it? This coffin is bigger than even the emperor’s coffin we have seen, and the proportions are wrong.”

“Yes. Generally speaking, it is a rectangular parallelepiped. The length and width of this sarcophagus is out of proportion and looks like a box.”

“Does it look like a carriage?”

“Really a bit like.”

“Oh, it’s not like it, it is! I felt the circular carving marks on both sides of the coffin, which should be the wheels of a carriage.”

“Why do you want to do this?”

Sang Tong pointed to the water pool not far away: “It is said that the carp can transform into a dragon by jumping over the dragon gate, and the’long gate’, the pool and the sarcophagus are three points and one line, taking the meaning of the dragon pulling the coffin. Once the carp is cultivated into Jing, the things in the sarcophagus will benefit even more.”

“The person in the sarcophagus… is it Yang Songnu?”

“I don’t know, maybe Yang Songnu got here by a coincidence and was made into an eye, or maybe he just doesn’t melt his bones. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Go out and talk about it, first solve this carp.”

Sang Tong once again summoned the real fire of Samadhi to directly boil the pool water. The carp jumped out of the pool in pain, hitting the flame and was immediately turned into slag.

Sang Tong’s face was slightly pale, and the two consecutive summoning of Sanmai True Fire, Divine Fire, had exceeded her limit, but she was stimulated by Yang Songnu’s words, and her lifelong learning was worthless in the eyes of that person.

With an unyielding personality, she accomplished what was impossible before, her mood was unprecedentedly happy, her body was also unprecedentedly exhausted, her dantian was pierced out of the spirit sea and there was a tingling pain, she gritted her teeth: “Below is the sarcophagus Up.”

“it is good.”

“Do you want to open?”

Sang Tong sat on the ground: “It’s unrealistic to open the museum. This stone slab is estimated to be heavy. We would not be able to open it without equipment. In case the stuff inside gets popular, it may wake up early.”

“What do you do then?”

“I’ll rest for a while, you help me arrange something.”

“it is good.”

Sang Tong took off the backpack and handed it to Mu Rong: “There is an ink fountain in it, you take it out and wind the rope around the sarcophagus one hundred and eight times.”

There was a **** smell on the ink fountain, which was made by Sang Tong with some other materials soaked in old blood ointment for seven days and seven nights.

Forty-nine days of soaking would have been better, but this is the only way to do it because of time constraints.

Sang Tong watched Mu Rong start winding the red rope around the sarcophagus, and exhorted: “The count is clear, one hundred and eight laps cannot be more or less.”

“Do not worry.”

The red string was set, and Mu Rong counted it twice to confirm that it was correct: “What is the next step?”

“Did you see the stack of talisman papers inside? The stack I sealed with a bag.”

“found it.”

“Put it on the sarcophagus, paste it all.”

…

“Cinnabar was sprinkled around the sarcophagus.”

“How many five beans are there?”

“Half a bag.”

“Use it all, sprinkle some on and around the sarcophagus.”

“What else?”

“I have done everything I can, and the rest is up to God’s will.”

“How long can these things stay stuck?”

“I don’t know. In theory, these are all magic weapons to deal with zombies. The ink fountain soaked in black dog blood, the cinnabar of the sun, the five beans of Zhaoyang and yin… If it is a normal zombie, these are enough to deal with, but the other party is not I don’t know how long it will last… even one day is good.”

Mu Rong sighed with emotion: Sang Tong’s spirit is truly respectable even if it is only for one day.

Seeing her still sitting on the ground, Mu Rong helped people up: “Shall we go?”

“In no hurry, you can help me over and see.”

“it is good.”

Sang Tong carefully checked everything with a staggering step and confirmed that it was correct before leaving the hall with Mu Rong.

Upon seeing this, Sean took the initiative to squat down: “Director, let me carry you out.”

“No, you have been very **** this journey, and the task was completed well. The next step is to save your energy and go out. It doesn’t matter if you walk slowly.”

…

Halfway through the return journey, there was a rustle from the intercom, and the rescue medical team was in place, waiting for Sang Tong’s instructions.

Sang Tong ordered them to stand by outside, and then asked about the other team members’ situation before realizing that those team members could not go back.

Sang Tong’s heart was a little heavy, and he returned to that weird hall again to watch the players’ bodies take off their gas masks.

“Director, be careful of the miasma!”

Sang Tong lowered their heads, and Mu Rong and Hao Jun also took off their masks and mourned the remains of the martyrs for three minutes.

Yatakyo didn’t want outsiders to see him, so he returned to Mu Rong’s spirit sea, telling her that there were important things to say when they were well rested.

Sang Tong insisted on transporting the remains out of the underground palace, and the three of them worked together to carry the remains of all the martyrs to the gate of the underground palace one by one, tied to the traction rope and pulled to the top.

After all the martyrs were out of the underground palace, the three men hung the ropes on themselves.

Sang Tong lay on a stretcher and said: “The entrance to the underground palace is blocked. No one is allowed to approach. The place where these martyrs died is immediately cremated and the ashes are collected. Apply for the highest national compensation, and the bureau will also issue a report. It will be sent to my office tomorrow morning. In addition, someone will be sent to contact the families of the martyrs, give a reasonable cause of death, calm the family members, and meet their requirements as appropriate, and…”

Sang Tong spoke very slowly, basically closing her eyes for a while after every few words, and then opening them with difficulty. Everyone could see her hard work and exhaustion.

Two teams of excellent fighters, only four people finally came out alive.

The rest of the people at the scene felt extremely heavy. Sang Tong fell asleep before he could finish speaking, and the transport plane dragged everyone into the night.

A raging fire rose at the gate of the underground palace, and the remains of the martyrs were burned on the spot. These unsung heroes who have been fighting on the front line all the year round can only have a handful of gray ashes left.

Even the causes of their deaths must be fictitious, from the chief to the staff.

This is the most mysterious department of flower growers-the Special Event Processing Bureau.

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