Almighty Game System

The beginning and inscription of the letter are already blurred, and many places have already been stained by smudged ink, but judging from the content that can still be discerned, it should be written by the owner of the house to a friend.

The person who wrote the letter said that he was cursed by some mysterious power, so he suffered from a very serious disease. When he was unconscious, he would lose his memory, and it lasted longer and longer. A good friend, who is the recipient of this letter, will meet again and invite this friend to stay in the villa for a few days.

From the lines between the lines, it can be seen that the writer of the letter is indeed somewhat insane. The handwriting is obviously crooked due to the constant trembling of the hands, and some incoherent sentences are simply incomprehensible.

However, Le Xuan generally had some ideas. Maybe the death of Molivić and others was related to the two people who wrote the letter and the recipient, but there is no clue yet, so he had to put the letter away and continue to search for clues.

The process of getting the envelope by accident made Le Xuan pay more attention to some inconspicuous corners and corners. He would go up and poke and kick everything he saw. malicious curiosity.

When Le Xuan habitually bent his index finger and tapped on a painting on the wall, he was attracted by the content of the painting.This painting looks like a tunnel, a bit like the corridor in the Fukuyama ancient tomb. The walls are low and smooth, and the road extending forward is downhill. There are no lighting tools, and there is no way out.

The whole painting showed a ghostly feeling, which complemented the dilapidated mansion, but Le Xuan's eyes stayed on the painting for only a few seconds, and his eyes involuntarily froze. He was bound by a mysterious force, and he couldn't even blink.

In an instant, Le Xuan's eyes went dark, and his body felt a rapid fall. When he regained his sight and regained control of his body, Le Xuan had already entered the tunnel in the painting.

"Your mother's hot, there are dungeons in dungeons, Ben Zhongben?" Le Xuan turned his head and knocked on the stone wall behind him, pushed hard, but as expected, he didn't move at all.Fortunately, the eagle eye skill once again played a role. Although there is no lighting tool, Le Xuan can still see the surrounding environment clearly.

Different from looking at the paintings outside, the weirdness of the tunnel at this time made Le Xuan more immersive, and he personally experienced what it means to be threatening.

However, the terrifying environment had no effect on Lexuan, and he continued to walk along the tunnel without any pressure. The tunnel really extended downwards, and every step he took, he could obviously feel that it was getting lower and lower.

Although Le Xuan was not afraid, he was still cautiously guarding against possible attacks at any time. Naturally, his speed was much slower. Even so, Le Xuan soon came to the end of the tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel was a rusty iron door. Due to the humid environment, the door knocker felt a little slippery to the touch. When the door was pushed open, there was no unpleasant sound, revealing a small room behind the door. At a glance, he saw a coffin placed in the middle of the room, and with just a glance, he knew that the lid of the coffin was not nailed at all, and the lid was not even closed properly.

"The legendary zongzi?" Le Xuan didn't go in in a hurry, but carefully looked at the coffin. If the door would automatically close after entering, wouldn't it be that he would have to fight the other party?Based on Lexuan's understanding of the system's operability, this kind of thing definitely has a high probability of happening.

But fortunately, Lexuan had just experienced a scare in the ancient tomb not long ago, and has developed a certain immunity to this kind of environment. Soon, he found a few lines of small characters on the wall behind the coffin, but it was too far away to read clearly. It seems that it is impossible not to go in.

"It's hot for your mother, just go in!" Le Xuan spat, took out the thick mace from the bag, and put it between the door and the door frame to prevent the door from closing by itself. If his mace can't stand it, Shao Xuan will admit it.

Walking into the room, Le Xuan carefully walked around the coffin against the wall, walked to the wall facing the door, and saw the small characters on the wall clearly.

"Deep in the verdant depths of the valley,
Angels stand guard,
Once there was a splendid palace—

Brilliant and dazzing - rising from the sky.

In the kingdom of "thinking",
stand tall,

The seraphs never spread their wings,

Pianlin Qiong Palace is so gorgeous. "

"The poem is good, but it's not complete, it seems a bit familiar." Le Xuan stood in front of the wall with his chin pinched and carefully read the words on the wall several times, trying to recall them in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of them. Where did I see it.

In the end, Le Xuan simply gave up and set his sights on the coffin in the middle of the room. This room is not big, so it can be said that it can be seen at a glance. Apart from the poems on the wall, there is only this coffin, and he can know the clues with his butt. Definitely on the coffin.

Le Xuan took a few deep breaths, moved to the side of the coffin little by little, looked through the gap between the unfinished lids, it seemed that the coffin was... empty?

"Hey, grandson!" Le Xuan kicked the coffin with his toe, and quickly ran to the door, hiding his body behind the wall and only staring at the coffin with his eyes exposed. After a while, there was still no movement in the coffin.

"Okay." Le Xuan straightened his clothes, walked back to the coffin, raised his hands, and lightly lifted the heavy coffin lid, and the inside was indeed empty.

But in a sense, it cannot be said to be completely empty, because the coffin is still covered with a thick layer of velvet, and there is a bunch of white unknown flowers at one end, and the faint fragrance is released as the coffin lid is opened. diffused in the room.

"Rich people are particular." Le Xuan shrugged, and found a few crooked words engraved on the side of Baihua: He knew it.

"Know what?" Le Xuan felt more and more familiar with this plot, and he had definitely seen it somewhere before.

Due to family reasons, Le Xuan has been withdrawn since he was a child. He has no friends except Du Qingxue, so he spends most of his spare time on reading. At that time, Le Xuan actually read a lot of books, some of which were relatively uncommon. Unfortunately, Le Xuan doesn't have a photographic memory, so when he needs to use it now, he still can't remember it decisively.

Even so, it still has a certain effect, at least Le Xuan vaguely guessed that as long as the poem is found, clues will naturally appear.

And the creepy four nail-carved characters in the empty coffin.

"Who is he? What do you know?" Le Xuan racked his brains to think, and unconsciously found a comfortable position and lay down in the comfortable velvet of the coffin...