The clouds and mists have dispersed, and everyone knows that I love you.

Chapter 1085 The 7th Floor Tile

Shi Yang gently rubbed her cold cheeks with his moist fingertips and spoke in a gentle voice.

"No, it was an accident."

Shi Rong pouted in grievance.

"If I had known my words would be so effective, I should have said: Bring me Huo Ting's coffin!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yang smiled bitterly.

"How is that possible? Little fool...Okay, it's okay.

After we have picked out the thorns, we will let Jiashan and Yixiu treat us well.

The pain will go away immediately, right?"

Shi Rong nodded.

"Ah."

Huo Jiuzhou's big hand, as smooth as jade, was also caressing Shi Rong's head lovingly to comfort him.

It took about 15 minutes.

Xing Jiashan and Xie Yixiu picked out all the poisonous stingers from Shi Rong's wound.

Some pre-mixed silver medicine powder blended with the Snow Mountain Ice Butterfly was poured out from the jade tripod to prevent anyone from getting hurt suddenly.

Xie Yixiu went to Shi Rong's injured instep and pressed it, and immediately a large amount of black poisonous gas came out with a hissing sound.

Seeing this, Du Wu repeatedly rubbed his angular jaw with his long fingers.

"It seems that those old Wanghuas down there have been practicing for quite some time, as they can actually pull out so much poison gas at once.

So, where did the person who planned Huo Ting hide his coffin?

Shi Rong did not think twice.

"Under Lao Wanghua."

???

Compared to her confidence, Du Wu was full of doubts.

"Why? How is this possible? Can it dig up those old king flowers and replant them?"

Shi Rong smiled.

"There's no need to go through so much trouble. The old king flower is also known as the 'corpse-sucking flower'.

Xi means to breathe, and Shi means corpse.

The reason why they can survive here is probably because there are always zombies haunting the deserted village.

When I first saw the group of zombies, they were all extremely thin, with only a skeleton left to support them to walk.

Moreover, their eyes are empty, their limbs are weak, and their postures are weird, so they were mistaken for zombies by Brother Qianchen and others.

I was thinking at the time that there must be something hidden under these three forks in the road, some evil spirit that survived by absorbing the corpse qi in their bodies.

But I didn’t expect it to be Lao Wanghua.

This thing is not difficult to come by. As long as you extract the seeds from the flower essence and cultivate them carefully, a few plants can survive every 30 years on average.

It is rare to see a Lao Wang flower that grows to such a thick size.

So my idea is that people didn’t start dying in this village just a year and a half ago.

But from a long time ago, or even from the very beginning, someone has been offering flowers specifically to Lao Wang and sacrificing to the villagers.

As time went on, fewer and fewer people died, and the village gradually became a deserted one.

As for why I said Huo Ting’s coffin would be under Lao Wanghua, it was because the Huo family tomb had a stronger dragon energy.

For other ghosts and monsters, dragon energy is indeed a sharp blade that can damage their bodies.

But for the old king flower, dragon energy is the fertilizer that can make them thrive.

Simply put, the person who planned the formation took advantage of a ready-made opportunity. The original seventh floor tile was the center of the formation.

Unexpectedly, there is a group of Lao Wanghua down there who can lend him a hand.

As long as he hung the coffin upside down and put his hand into the cave entrance, Lao Wanghua could smell the nourishing dragon energy.

They will take the initiative to accept this precious gift and hide it at the bottom of the rhizome where they think it is safest as quickly as possible.

Integrate with it and use it as food reserve for the future.

After all, sooner or later, these zombies will be sucked into empty shells by them, and when that happens, they can only wait to starve to death.

So I guess these old Wanghuas probably haven't thought of filling their stomachs by turning to Huo Ting for the time being.

In fact, it’s useless to fight him, because the thunder magic in his body is not to be trifled with.

If they were struck by a few lightning bolts, they would be better off starving to death..."

After listening to Shi Rong's well-reasoned analysis, everyone finally understood the ins and outs of this place.

Chu Yu fed Shi Rong a piece of strawberry candy to help her relieve the depression caused by her injured feet.

"So, baby, what are you going to do next?"

Shi Rong crossed his arms and hummed in dissatisfaction.

"Set them on fire! Let them pierce me, and I'll burn them to death."

"Hahaha~"

Shi Yang couldn't help but laugh at Shi Rong's self-righteous look.

"But darling, as you said, my aunt's coffin is hidden underneath.

I know you're angry, but we can't do this. If it gets burned, her father will fight you to death, right? "

Shi Rong proudly lifted her hair and let it fall on her shoulders.

"No. The Huo family is well-known for being extremely wealthy.

Even their daily lives were precious, so the coffins they used for burial after death were naturally not ordinary.

As far as I know, if you want to make a coffin exclusively for the Huo family, you must first wrap it with fire-resistant and water-resistant jade steel glass crystal.

It is then lined with flame-retardant and heat-insulating spruce and pine, and embedded with a layer of living water-slurry bark about 50 cm thick.

Finally, it is wrapped with 12-inch bright-colored aventurine that is not easily corrupted and deteriorated, and exquisite patterns are carved on the top plate.

It was repeatedly quenched and calcined to increase its wear resistance and pressure resistance, and then inlaid with gold, silver and jade, and buried in the Luandian tomb of the Huo family cemetery.

Just as the group of people who make a living by tomb robbing all year round said:

Anyone who is lucky enough can break through the numerous traps and enter the Huo family cemetery.

A piece of fine jade, even if picked from the coffin, would be enough for him to eat for three years."

Shi Yang, Xie Yixiu and Du Wu were stunned when they heard this.

Turning their heads, they looked at Chu Yu and the other two with inquiring eyes. They saw them nodding in agreement one after another, indicating that Shi Rong was right.

Shi Yang and Xie Yixiu were speechless on the spot.

Isn't it just burying a dead person? It can be solved by going through the formalities and holding a funeral.

When did it become so troublesome?

If they were the Huo family, they wouldn't even bother dying, it wouldn't be enough trouble...

Du Wu curled his lips helplessly.

"Okay, as long as it doesn't break, then burn it without any worries.

Anyway, those old Wanghuas are most afraid of fire, so I'm glad you can vent your anger."

Shi Rong was in a bad mood, staring at his own little feet wrapped in layers of gauze bandages.

"Unless you heal me right now, I won't be able to calm down."

Tsk!

Du Wu was almost crying with anxiety.

"My dear little ancestor, it's not that I'm stingy and don't want to treat you, but the residual poison in your wound has not been completely removed.

If you perform recovery treatment at this time, won't the poison remain in your body?

But I promise you, by this time tomorrow night, you'll be fine, okay?"

When Shi Rong heard this, he thought, “That’s pretty good…”

"Row."

After the discussion, Shi Rong followed Huo Jiuzhou's advice, took a bath with magic, and changed into a new white dress.

The skirt has long lantern sleeves with straight shoulders, a round neck, a single-breasted A-line style with a cinched waist.

There is no unnecessary decoration on the whole body, only a drooping three-dimensional narrow bow tied at the neckline.

Considering the upcoming itinerary, which might include going into a cave, Huo Jiuzhou tied Shi Rong's hair into a simple and beautiful high ponytail.