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Not long after, Adjutant Zhang came in again with a group of bodyguards.

The guards quickly collected the bodies and carried them out of the carriage in batches. Suddenly, the entire carriage became much more spacious.

After dealing with the bodies, the four men prepared to move towards the last carriage.

"Master Buddha, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this carriage!"

Mr. Qi Ba, who was standing by, seemed to have thought of something and spoke seriously.

"What's the problem? Are you afraid, Master Qi?" Seeing Master Qi's alarmist remarks, Adjutant Zhang quickly opened his mouth and joked.

"I...what do I have to be afraid of? I, Qi Tiezui, am a member of the Nine Gates after all, why would I be afraid of these dead bodies? I just have a premonition that there is some great danger hidden in the last carriage! That's why I'm speaking up to remind you!" Mr. Qi Ba hurriedly explained.

"Brother, Mr. Eight's premonition is not groundless. There may be something wrong with this carriage!" Zhang Qihai said to Mr. Fo.

"Master Buddha, don't pay attention to this fortune teller's alarmist words. He just scare people all day long." Adjutant Zhang signaled Zhang Qihai not to pay any attention to him.

Zhang Dafoye, who had been silent all this time, asked, "Little brother, did you find anything?"

"Brother, I do see some clues."

"Do you remember those coffins when we first got on the carriage?" Zhang Qihai asked back.

"Naturally remember."

"Earlier, Master Eight said that there were numbers engraved on the coffins. As we walked along, we found that the sizes and materials of these coffins all followed the same template. Based on these details, we can determine that these coffins should have come from the same tomb." Zhang Qihai began to share his discovery with everyone.

At this time, Adjutant Zhang said thoughtfully: "Since all the coffins come from the same tomb, these coffins must be the tomb owner's burial objects. The fact that there are so many people buried with him shows that the tomb owner's identity was not ordinary during his lifetime!"

"Yes, Adjutant Zhang is right. Since all the burial coffins have been excavated by the Japanese, do they have any reason to let go of the tomb owner's coffin?" Zhang Qihai gave Adjutant Zhang an approving look and spoke lightly.

"Brother, according to what you said, this carriage might be where the tomb owner is buried?"

"Yes, these dead Japanese should be the ones who were in charge of the coffins. I just don't know why they died in such a strange way in the carriage! That's why Mr. Ba suspected that there was something wrong with the main coffin in this carriage." Zhang Qihai explained.

"Adjutant Zhang, ask the people outside to prepare gas masks, and we will go in and investigate."

"Yes, Lord Buddha!" ​​Adjutant Zhang turned around and walked out of the carriage again.

Soon, Adjutant Zhang came in with a gas mask and handed it to Mr. Qi.

Looking at the gas mask handed over, Mr. Qi Ba asked, "What about you?"

"We don't need it." The remaining three replied.

"Since you don't need it, then I don't need it either!" Mr. Qi threw the mask aside, as if to prove that he was not a coward.

"Eighth Master, we in the Zhang family have special blood. The poison gas can't hurt us at all. But you are different. If you go in..."

Zhang Qihai advised kindly, and although he didn't say the rest of the words, the meaning was obvious.

After being frightened by this, the already timid Mr. Qi quickly picked up the gas mask that had been thrown aside and put it on, muttering, "Saving face is not a big deal. Saving my life is more important!"

When several people saw Mr. Ba's appearance, they couldn't help but laugh at him.

After Mr. Qi Ba was dressed, the four opened the door of the last carriage and saw several dead bodies lying inside, their cause of death was exactly the same as the previous ones.

The four people walked into the carriage. The carriage was very spacious and there was a coffin at the end.

The coffin was tied up with thick iron chains, and a pattern was outlined around the coffin with strange patterns.

Several people walked forward and pushed the coffin lid hard, but it did not move at all.

"It seems that this coffin has been cast with molten iron and cannot be opened by ordinary means." The Buddha made his judgment.

"This coffin is different from those outside. The material of the coffin is luxurious, and the patterns on the coffin are also very exquisitely carved. It should be the coffin of the so-called tomb owner. It seems that Little Buddha's guess is correct!" Adjutant Zhang carefully observed the surroundings of the coffin and said.

"Oh, I didn't expect that this coffin is actually a whistle coffin. This is troublesome." Mr. Qi recognized what type of coffin it was at a glance and sighed helplessly.

As the saying goes, the coffin is made of skin, leather and iron, iron covered with gold, and it is a whistle coffin.

You should know that this kind of whistle coffin is specially made.

It is used to prevent the corpse in the coffin from staying in the corpse-keeping ground for too long, from transforming into a zombie and coming out to harm people.

If this kind of coffin is used to place the corpse, there will be no danger even if something unusual happens.

After all, all the openings of the coffin were sealed with molten iron. In this case, even if the corpse inside had turned into a zombie, the coffin could not be broken open. And for people outside, it would naturally be difficult and impossible to open the coffin.

Mr. Qi gave a brief introduction to the whistle coffin, and a smile appeared on Mr. Zhang Dafo's face.

Ordinary methods naturally cannot open this whistle coffin, but the Zhang family has their own ancestral coffin-opening techniques. The Buddha said immediately: "Others cannot open this whistle coffin, but it does not mean that my Zhang family cannot open it. Changsha Station is an important transportation hub in the city. If the coffin is opened here, an accident will cause chaos in the whole Changsha. Just in case, it is better to pull the coffin back to the mansion first. Then, use my Zhang family's ancestral coffin-opening techniques to open the coffin to ensure safety."

"Master Buddha, what you said makes sense!" Mr. Qi Ba, who was standing next to him, flattered him.

"Okay, Master Ba, you will come back to the Zhang family with us later so that you can see our Zhang family's unique coffin-opening technique. We will need to trouble you with what happens after the coffin is opened!"

The Buddha glanced at Master Qi Ba, ostensibly to let him broaden his horizons, but Master Qi Ba naturally understood the meaning behind it.

A group of four people got on a military jeep and drove towards Zhang's house.

"Master Buddha, I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it?" Adjutant Zhang in the driver's seat asked doubtfully.

"Just say it." The Buddha replied.

"Since everyone on the train was dead, how did the train get into Changsha Station?" Adjutant Zhang asked curiously.

When the four people were checking the carriage just now, there was no living person in the entire carriage, so how could the train move on its own?

"This..." This question also confused the Buddha. After all, it was the first time he had seen such a strange thing, and he didn't know how to answer at this time.

"This question is very simple. Usually, bodies that have been dead for a long time will develop rigor mortis, but the bodies in the carriage did not show this phenomenon. It can only be that they have not been dead for long. From this, we can infer that these people died when they were near Changsha. The train was unmanned so it naturally stopped at Changsha Station." Zhang Qihai explained. These questions were easy to explain, but everyone was shocked by this strange thing and couldn't react for a while.

"Haha, you really are worthy of being called Little Master Buddha!" ​​Mr. Qi Ba, who was sitting in the passenger seat, flattered him.

As for Master Buddha, he looked at Zhang Qihai with a gratified smile on his face.

Although I don’t know what my younger brother has experienced outside over the years, it is always good to have extraordinary knowledge.

Chapter 6 Whistle Coffin

While a few people were chatting casually, the jeep drove to the gate of Zhang's house. Everyone hurriedly got out of the car and walked into the house.

At this time, the whistle coffin on the train carriage had been placed in the hall.

In addition, there was a pair of pipa scissors placed on the coffin, with a thick hemp rope tied to the end of the scissors, and the other end of the rope was connected to the tail of a horse in the yard. There was also a bronze gong next to it, and a personal guard was standing by with a gong hammer, waiting for orders.

This scene made Master Qi Ba confused. He couldn't help but ask, "Master Buddha, aren't you going to open the coffin? What are you doing with all these things?"

"This is the method of opening a coffin that has been passed down from our Zhang family's ancestors. You should still remember it, little brother?" said the Buddha, looking at Zhang Qihai who was standing beside him.

"Of course I remember, big brother. I won't forget the skills passed down by our ancestors."

"Eighth Master, let me introduce it to you! This whistle coffin is different from other coffins. It has to be opened from the inside, so a small hole needs to be opened on the coffin lid for someone to put his hand into the hole to open it. If the corpse in the coffin becomes a zombie, the gong will be struck and the frightened horse will naturally rush forward, causing the pipa scissors to cut off the arm and save the life of the person who opens the coffin." Zhang Qihai began to talk.

"You Zhang family members are really cruel. You even dare to use such a brutal method!" Mr. Qi swallowed and said.

"Losing an arm is better than losing your life. There's nothing cruel about it." After listening to Zhang Qihai's story, the Buddha said with satisfaction.

Just as Zhang Dafoye said, compared with saving a life, losing an arm is really nothing.

"Okay, get ready, we can start!"

When the Buddha saw that everything was almost ready, he gave the order.

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard next to him took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, walked forward, and reached his hand into the hole in the coffin lid with a nervous look on his face.

After the guard searched the coffin for a while, he suddenly screamed, "Master Buddha, please save me! There is something inside. He grabbed my hand!"

"Hurry, hit the gong!" Adjutant Zhang on the side hurriedly shouted towards the yard.

The guard who opened the coffin kept shouting, and the guard in the yard who was responsible for ringing the gong did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly struck the gong.

Afterwards, the fast horse was frightened by the sound of the gong and rushed forward. Driven by the force, the Pipa scissors closed quickly.

Seeing that the guard's arm was about to be lost, the Buddha shouted, "Stop hitting the gong!"

At this point, it was too late, the guard's arm was about to be cut off.

At the critical moment, Zhang Qihai drew out the black gold ancient knife behind him, cut the rope with one stroke, and used brute force to pull the Pipa scissors that were about to close. Zhang Dafoye on the side hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the guards away with force.

Fortunately, Zhang Qihai was quick enough and saved the guard's arm in a flash.

The people around came forward to check the arm of the Zhang family guard and did not find any scratches. They also understood that the guard was too nervous and his hand got stuck in the coffin, and they mistakenly thought that the corpse in the coffin had risen.

"Thank you, Young Master Buddha, for saving my life!" The guard also recovered and hurriedly thanked Zhang Qihai.

Then he said to Zhang Qishan with a face full of shame: "I'm sorry, Master Buddha, I embarrassed you, please let me try again! I will definitely not make a mistake this time!"

"It's okay, go down and rest first, I'll do it myself!"

Master Zhang Qishan comforted the guard and let him go down to rest.

There was no excessive blame, and the personal guard could not be blamed for this matter. After all, opening a whistle coffin was not an easy job.

After saying that, Zhang Qishan stepped forward and prepared to open the coffin.

At this time, the system in Zhang Qihai's mind, which had been silent, suddenly sounded a prompt.

"Ding, host activates the selected task!"

[1. Let the Buddha open the coffin, no reward.]

[Second, open the coffin yourself and get a mysterious gift package as a reward! ]

"System, I choose the second one!"

When the system gave the task, Zhang Qihai immediately chose the second option.

Zhang Qihai, who is clear about the direction of the plot, naturally knows that there is no risk in opening this whistle coffin. Since opening the coffin in this way can get a mysterious gift package for free, this wave of huge profits is not a loss. Zhang Qihai will certainly not miss this opportunity.

It would be a shame not to take this kind of reward that comes right to your door!

"Ding, the host selects task two."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have received a mysterious gift package! Do you want to open it immediately?"

"whether"

"no!"

Now is not the time to open the gift package. Completing Task 2 is the main goal, so put the gift package in the system backpack for the time being.

"Brother, there's no need to trouble you to do such a small thing yourself! I can do it more than enough!" Zhang Qihai walked up quickly and stopped the Buddhist Zhang Qishan who was about to open the coffin.

"Little brother? Don't try to be brave! Although you are very capable, this whistle coffin is not so easy to open! Don't take risks!" When the Buddha heard Zhang Qihai's words, he began to persuade him, obviously not wanting his younger brother to take risks.