550: C550 The Man Lying in the Coffin

C550 The Man Lying in the Coffin

Jialan Temple.

The dense ancient trees blotted out the sun.

The tube was wrapped with cigarettes, and one could hear the chanting of monks.

Le Youyou held Tang Beiyue's hand as they stepped into the monastery. A young monk walked towards them and arched his back slightly. "Benefactor, who are you looking for?"

"I am just looking around. . . "

The small monk looked at her and Tang Beiyue for a moment and said, "Almsgiver, a strange man came to the temple recently. He has a red ponytail on his head. Is he the person you are looking for?"

Le Youyou immediately asked excitedly, "Where is he?"

The corner of the small monk's mouth seemed to sneer, but he quickly bowed. Le Youyou and Tang Beiyue did not notice his unusual behavior, "Almsgiver, please follow me. "

Tang Beiyue and Le Youyou followed the small monk to the backyard of the temple. They saw a white pagoda standing in the spacious courtyard, and banyan trees that blotted out the sky and covered the sun were flourishing.

Jialan Temple was a thousand-year-old ancient temple, and the Republic of China had been renovated. The age of the pagoda was also very long ago.

A colorful snake coiled around the banyan tree's branches. No matter how one looked at it, it was quite scary.

Le Youyou could not help but tightly grab Tang Beiyue's hand and lean on him.

Tang Beiyue looked at the giant python wrapped around the tree and almost lost his mind. Suddenly, there were light footsteps behind him. Just as he was about to turn his head, he felt a pain in the back of his head.

Someone gave it to him. He and Le Youyou struck each other one by one. He and Le Youyou fainted.

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Le Youyou fainted.

When she woke up, she was surrounded by darkness. But Tang Beiyue was nowhere to be seen.

She was lying inside the pagoda. Inside the Buddha Tower was a luxurious bedroom. It was like a medieval room, a velvet bed, a red solid wood floor, and a tree branch chandelier. It had been there for a long time, like furniture from the era of the Republic of China. However, because of the good quality of the material, after so many years, it was still as good as before.

The room was empty, and no one was in it.

"Beiyue. . . " Le Youyou shouted.

But no one answered.

Le Youyou's eyes were locked on the bookshelf beside the lamp.

She walked over and opened the cabinet door, revealing an oil painting.

She was very familiar with this oil painting. A long time ago, she was still in White Cliff, France. At the entrance of the underground palace, she had also seen a painting of a green dragon - the head of a dragon from China, the body of a western dragon.

The green dragon had a pair of dark green eyes and a strange look.

She reached out and pushed the portrait away. A secret passage that led to an unknown place was revealed on the wall.

The secret passage was dark and heavy, like the entrance to the underground palace of the Gong family in France.

Everything here looked like the underground palace of the Gong family in France.

Perhaps, this place had a great relationship with the Gong family. . . .

When she thought of the Gong family and Gong Mingchuan, she suddenly felt less afraid.

She really wanted to know all of his secrets. . .2

At this moment, standing in the ancient building, she felt like she was traveling through time and space. She gritted her teeth and walked down the stairs of the underground palace.

Beneath the ground was a very spacious hall. The surrounding walls were inlaid with luminous pearls that emitted a faint green light.

The walls were decorated with hollow platinum. Compared to the people who built this underground palace, it must have cost a lot of money.

A thin red veil covered half of the view of the room. Le Youyou reached out her hand and pulled the red veil away. The scene that suddenly appeared in front of her made her suck in a breath of cold air and take two big steps back.

The two dried corpses were suspended in the air like hanging ghosts. Their skin wrapped around their bones. Their eye sockets were deep, revealing empty and dark eye sockets. The expression on their faces was extremely distorted, as if they had suffered a great torture before their death.

Urgh -

Le Youyou almost vomited out.

At the same time, she also saw that behind the dried corpse, there was a large dark wood bronze coffin stuck to the wall.

She could no longer tell whether this was the one that belonged to the Gong's's great ancestor, or the one that was pulled out by the Gong's tomb. . .

In short, this coffin was still filled with the totem of the Gong's's family - eight half-human and half-beast coffin carriers knelt on one knee and carried the coffin.

Suddenly, "Cough. . . " A violent cough suddenly sounded from inside the coffin. It shocked her so much that she almost turned around and ran. This cough sounded like it came from hell. It was low and deep with a trace of loneliness, hoarse and unpleasant.

She continuously retreated, her body pressed against the wall, and her hand was placed on her waist.

She did not know when it would start, but she would put a dagger on her waist to protect herself.

"Who, who's lying in a coffin?"

Her frightened voice trembled slightly.

About five or six seconds later, a man suddenly sat up straight from the coffin.

The moment Le Youyou saw the man, an extremely shocked expression appeared on her face.

The man was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His upper and lower body was bare, and his face was exceptionally handsome. Compared to his overly pale skin, his thin lips were dyed with blood, making him look slightly enchanting.

This was actually. . . Gong Mingchuan!

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