"Don't talk first."Wang Xin's voice came out, heard Wang Xin's voice, I looked at Wang Xin.

I saw Wang Xin lying on the ground, his ears close to the ground, his eyebrows frowned.

"There's no way down there."I doubt it.

"No, it's the last crossing, but I always feel that we're too simple to come down, and there's no danger of any danger."The voice whispered.

Listening to the words of Mo, I also feel very doubtful, and my heart feels very unsteady.

Wang Xin stood up, looked a little heavy, and said to me, "Look at the front with a flashlight."

I pulled out the flashlight and looked in front, and I saw three coffins in front.

But strangely, the three coffins were not dark coffins, but red coffins.

"The gold mask should be one of the three coffins."Wang Xin said in a loud voice.

“Then open the three coffins.”I whispered.

“But only one coffin is equipped with a gold mask, and the other two coffins are likely to have organs in them, and if we open it wrong, we will be very dangerous.”The voice whispered.

"Let's see if you can see what the door is."I whispered.

He said softly, and said to look.

The three of us walked past the three twitches of the trolley, the more I walked away, the more I was careful, and no one knew whether there would be any trap here.

When I came to the side of the coffin, I gently patted my chest in my heart, and the imagined thing did not happen.

Looking at the three black coffins, I looked to the left and right, and when I went to the end of the coffin, I saw the words written in black font.

“Inscription, 1992, 10.29.”

My eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and the black letter of the coffin was the name with the words of ink, and the birth of the word.

When I came to the tail of the coffin in the middle, I saw the same black lettering, but not the words.

“Much, 1987, 12.17.”

I am more doubtful in my heart, who is Murong, I do not know, but the tail of the coffin, why is there a ink and Murong's name.

I walked toward the last coffin, my eyes looking at the tail of the coffin, and there were also words carved in black font, but after I could see it clearly, I couldn't help but take a cold breath, "Ye Le, 1988.11.13."

The three coffins were engraved with my name, the name of the ink, and the name of Murong.

I looked at the ink and Wang Xin, and then looked at the three coffins, this eye to look at the past, I suddenly understood what.

“The Murong.”I shouted coldly.

Listening to my words, Wang Xin naturally responded with a look of his head toward me.

Maybe everyone has feelings, sometimes some people are suddenly shouting your name, you will naturally turn around, even if the name is the same as you, not your name.

But now I called Murong Wei, Wang Xin raised his head, my heart immediately understood, Wang Xin did not call Wang Xin, but called Murong.

“What did you just scream?”Wang Xin's face changed slightly, and his eyes were fixed on me.

In the eyes of Wang Xin, I saw the killing machine.

"I'm going to call Murong."I whispered.

He looked up at me and looked at me.

"That's your real name."The words also understood, and whispered to the words.

Wang Xin did not pay attention to the words, eyes on my body, a hand slightly lifted up, in the raised hand, I saw a sharp dagger.

I have no doubt that if I can't say one or two or three, Wang Xin will definitely pull out the dagger and stab in my heart.

"Come here and see, the coffin has the names of the three of us."I pointed to the three coffins.

Listening to my words, Wang Xin snorted coldly, slowly walked toward the coffin tail, his eyes staring at the three coffins, and the more he looked, Wang Xin's face became more and more pale.

Mo also looked at the past towards the coffin, and his face suddenly changed.

“How is that possible!”The king exclaimed.

I also felt very strange in my heart, how these three coffins could be placed here, and the names of the three of us were written.

You know the three of us just came down here, but why do we have our names here?

Murong Wei is Wang Xin's real name, but this name, I do not know, Mo Yan does not know, but why her name appeared in the end of the coffin.

All sorts of things seemed mysterious and strange, as if someone had long ago known that some of us would come here.

“It is finished!”Wang Xin suddenly said, the voice is a bit decadent.

I’ve never heard Wang speak in that tone.

The face of the ink is very white, and the state is not much better.

I was completely wondering in my mind why these three coffins made Wang Xin and Mo Yan become this state.

“The coffin of death.”Mo spoke up.

My eyes were fixed on the ink, and I was surprised to hear the words of the words of life and death.

"It can't be a life-and-death coffin, it's been hidden underground for a hundred years, how can it appear here."Wang Xin said some emotions out of control.

"What's going on with this coffin, and why do you see these three coffins look like this?"I was hoarse.

Mo did not answer my words immediately, eyes looked at the three coffins, and stretched out their hands and gently tapped on the three coffins.

The bang...

After three strokes, he suddenly withdrew his hand and his eyes widened.

“Two coffins, one dead coffin.”I looked at the words to me and the king.

When Wang Xin heard the words of Mo, he suddenly raised his head and immediately said, “Whoever lives and who dies!”

He shook his head and said he didn’t know.

“What’s going on here!”I whispered, I realized the seriousness of this matter, usually more calm than everyone's face has become this, Wang Xin's face has become very strange.

Mo Yan took a deep breath, pointed to the three coffins in front of us, and said with a deep voice: "These three red coffins, named life and death coffin, three coffins have been engraved with our names and birth characters, that is, someone will use life and death coffin to let us die."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the three red coffins, and suddenly I felt the strangeness and horror of the three red coffins.

"Three red coffins have two coffins, one dead coffin, that is to say, one of the three of us is going to die here!"The word screamed.

I couldn’t help but exclaim that one of the three would die.

I looked at the past in Mo Yan and Wang Xin, and I suddenly found that our lives were still firmly in our hands, he wanted us to live, we were born, he wanted us to die, we died.

Now who will die, Mo Yan or Wang Xin, or me!