Bronze Blood Coffin: Liu Meng

I pressed against the damp and cold tomb wall, and the corpse moth scale powder flying in the flashlight beam shone with blue fluorescence. Lin Shuang's white coat stood out in the darkness. She was using an archaeological brush to clean the moss on the surface of the bronze coffin. The sound of the beating second hand of the watch was extremely clear in the tomb. There are traces of disturbance in the corpse wax layer in the southeast corner. She suddenly spoke, pointing the archaeological brush at the shadow three meters behind me. Before he finished speaking, a group of corpse moths spurted out from the cracks in the wall. The vibration of their wings was mixed with a scream that sounded like a baby crying. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.