Nine Walking Corpses, Heaven and Earth Coffin, Nine Nether Crossings

Zombie works! The harsh sound of tightening bronze chains echoed in the deep underground palace, and nine coffins of different colors were slowly lowered into the pit. Each coffin was engraved with runes, cast from bronze juice mixed with cinnabar, and glowed strangely under the light of torches. "Your Majesty, all the nine corpses have been put into the coffin." The alchemist in a mysterious black robe bowed and reported. Qin Shihuang stood on the high platform, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss. He nodded slightly and watched as the craftsman filled the pit with the last shovelful of soil mixed with dog blood and realgar. "Heaven and earth are coffins, and the Nine Netherworlds are forbidden. Can this formation protect the Qin Dynasty forever?" The emperor's voice echoed in the underground palace. The alchemist lowered his head: "The nine corpses correspond to the nine qi of heaven and earth. The five elements and four phases complement the formation, and the coffin structure of heaven and earth can suppress the dragon veins of the nine states. Even after a thousand years, the corpse will not be able to come out, and the soul will always be trapped in the nine netherworlds." Qin Shihuang waved with satisfaction, and a group of soldiers began to cover the filled pit with heavy stone slabs. No one noticed that the runes on one of the red coffins flickered slightly, as if something was tapping the coffin wall from the inside. The harsh sound of tightening bronze chains echoed in the deep underground palace, and nine coffins of different colors were slowly lowered into the pit. Each coffin was engraved with runes, cast from bronze juice mixed with cinnabar, and glowed strangely under the light of torches. "Your Majesty, all the nine corpses have been put into the coffin." The alchemist in a mysterious black robe bowed and reported. Qin Shihuang stood on the high platform, and his eyes were as deep as the abyss. He nodded slightly and watched as the craftsman filled the last shovel of mud mixed with dog blood and realgar.