The moment the ice coffin cracked, I saw Zhang Qingyang's pupils suddenly shrink. The man who had crushed the bloody corpse's cervical spine with his bare hands was actually trembling slightly at this moment.
"This is not the tomb of the Western Zhou Dynasty..." The diamond umbrella in his hand clattered to the ground, "These jade figurines are breathing."
Following his line of sight, seven jade figurines arranged in the Beidou formation were exhaling cold air rhythmically. Curled shadows can be seen vaguely in their abdominal cavities, like fetuses that are not yet full-term. The most shocking thing is that each jade figurine is embedded with a familiar bronze fragment between its eyebrows - the same material as the key in the secret compartment of my pawn shop counter.
Yue Slave's silver bell suddenly rang like crazy, and the voodoo pots on her waist burst one after another. "They are calling my name..." She backed away in horror, "with the voice of the Miao girl who was buried three hundred years ago..."
I hold the compass left by my father tightly, and the pointer is spinning in the opposite direction. When the last bronze fragment fell off the jade figurine's forehead, countless tiny sounds of worship suddenly sounded throughout the ice tomb. Our reflections on the ice wall stood up slowly, showing a strange smile that was not our own.
