boy and bone

The door of the room was opened, and a group of people came in carrying an old coffin.

"Welcome my warriors, you make me proud." Curis smiled and said polite words, but kept his eyes on the left and right sides of the coffin: "Put it in front of me, put it on the ground, be gentle..."

The fine plush on Curris's coat was stained with morning light, which instantly wiped out his aura from the abyss.

Thor quietly turned the knob at the front of the armrest, and he manipulated his mechanical wheelchair to move back two steps, making room for him and Curris, and beckoning his subordinates to put the coffin here.

Curris' eyes followed the heavy coffin, and secretly took a deep breath...

Even if he wants to hide it, he wants to hide it, but there will always be a good smile on his face unconsciously.How to do this?After all, he's just an ordinary person... Kuris's intellectual anguish still couldn't overcome the slight heat in his heart.

When San Er received the news of the return of the dispatched men, he checked the black coffin in advance, and San Er was curious in his heart.

Because this was the first request made by the Demon King to their clan after his resurrection. Before the Demon King's limbs were still damaged and his strength had not fully recovered, the first thing the Demon King asked was not to search for available power everywhere. , but tried every means to let them go to a remote place to find a coffin...

But when he first set eyes on the stunning coffin, he knew it.

This coffin is indeed worthy of making the very ambitious Demon King never forget.

Thorn hadn't carefully studied the purpose of this coffin, but judging from the intricate runes densely spread around the coffin, he was sure that the power contained in this thing was far better than those used by the big clans. Any kind of artifact that they cherish as inheritance tokens and boast to each other.If it were him, he would also rack his brains to try to possess such a rare and powerful thing.

Thor didn't pay much attention to Curris's rare unfaltering joy.

The coffins on all sides of the coffin are engraved with clear and obvious lines.

These lines are not drawn at will.

They have rules, and they are exquisite magic circles—runes—that can only be constructed after precise calculations.

And the runes engraved on the coffin are even rarer. There are more than six types of runes that can be seen by people alone.As we all know, the more runes that act on the same thing is not the better. Most runes with different functions and different types must pay attention to the ratio, otherwise it is easy to collide or offset. Not only may all runes fail, but it is more likely to happen. The turbulence causes damage to the caster himself.

However, the magical elements that make up the runes on the coffin are arranged in a very standard way, like an impeccable work of art, without redundant repetitions, without sudden interruptions, and every detail in the rune structure is unique and complex. But it is very smooth, and what is even more rare is that all the runes with different functions on it are harmonious and harmonious, and they are integrated.

The moment Kuris' fingertips touched the coffin, the runes engraved on it suddenly glowed with yellow-green light, and the soft light flowed in the delicate and precise lines, like a line of vibrant creek.

The coffin was about to be opened, and Kuris had already noticed the amazed and fanatical eyes cast on the coffin by other people in the room, but he didn't control his mood.After all, his whole heart at this moment is tightly wrapped around this coffin that he has been looking forward to for a long time.

This coffin, which had been buried in the dark underground for more than a hundred years and finally reappeared, has several scuff marks on its wide and long surface, which makes its appearance look particularly vicissitudes.

Curris had expected that the place where he hid him was not hidden, and there must be many people disturbing his peace.

However, before the power of Kuris is sensed, or there is no 'key', the lock-type runes attached to the coffin cannot be unlocked by brute force.

And Kuris is confident that no one in the world can break the protective runes he personally carved on the coffin, which will make any magical power acting on the surface of the coffin feel like a mosquito bite, no matter how powerful the world is, it will not hurt the people inside. a cent.The powerful healing rune, from the day when the spell took effect, has been constantly gestating vitality. Even people who are only within ten steps of the coffin can feel the continuous and vigorous sense of new life.

It can be said that this coffin exhausted all the painstaking efforts of the people who made it.

The significance of the coffin in front of Kuris goes far beyond the use of exquisite and unparalleled runes, and the simple reasons for choosing the rare thousand-year-old sacred wood as the wood for the coffin, and even more unknown to outsiders. The secrets buried in the coffin about all the emotions of a person's life.

Curlis touched the rounded edge of the swallow-shaped totem branded in the center of the coffin with his black silk gloved hand, revealing the hidden lock text.

The blood swallow, which had been resting quietly in the birdcage, seemed to respond, and suddenly woke up. It spread its wings, searched for a while above the empty room, and then jumped to the surface of the coffin. After its feet stood firmly on the coffin, But it immediately turned into a puddle of blood, flowing into the groove of the totem, filling the void in the middle of the swallow-shaped totem.

Immediately there was a crisp sound, and the coffin lid, which was originally tightly seamed, trembled and staggered a little.

Culis propped up the coffin lid with both hands, and his eyes full of expectation stared into the coffin.

After a while, there was still a bright smile on his face, but the gentleness hidden in it evaporated out of thin air, leaving only a lifeless mask that seemed to be carefully carved.

Inside the empty coffin, like a gust of cold wind, the waiting mood was blown away in an instant.

Curris gently lowered the lid and closed the coffin tightly again, as if he had never opened it.

Curris fell into thinking. He tried to suppress the stiff feeling in his throat like swallowing a stone, and said in as elegant a tone as possible: "Have you ever opened this thing?"

"No." A man among those who had just carried the coffin replied.

Hearing such an answer, Culis let out strands of black air from the tight mouth of his black silk gloves: "Did you find it in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Yes." The careless man was still unaware of the implied crisis, and he still swore to answer.

Curris sneered suddenly, and a dark lightning burnt mark suddenly appeared on the ground.

The coffin under the palm of Kurlis survived the death because of the protective rune he had set up by himself. Even so, a long groove was cracked on the originally flat surface of the coffin.

Curris' figure instantly approached the man who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and pinched his neck.

"Where did it come from, where did it come from?" Curis's usual gentle tone was inexplicably added with a bit of eagerness and cruelty.

San Er was dazed by the drastic change in front of him, that was his subordinate, and he couldn't even escape the courage to speak out to dissuade him.

It was the first time that the man who answered was so close to the rumored demon king. The strength to squeeze the neck was definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people with one hand. The man who knew that disaster was imminent suddenly felt a chill run down his back. He struggled to squeeze out a little breath from his chapped lips caused by the long journey, and said, "Forgive me, my lord. No one has been able to enter the Forbidden Forest for many years, and no one can come out after entering." The man's explanation included With a weak begging for mercy.

"There is a black market merchant who owns a coffin exactly as you described, my lord, and he assured us that this coffin was indeed brought out of the Forbidden Forest... so we... my lord, please You forgive me, forgive me."

Curris indifferently tightened the strength of his fingers. He looked at the man whose face was turning purple under his palm: "Find that businessman."

The other people on the side were too scared to step forward to intervene.

The body of the person caught in the palm of the "devil king" became more and more rickety, and the black air overflowing from Kuris' gloves quickly wrapped around the unfortunate man's body, and the black mist wrapped around the struggling man like silk.

After a while, the black mist dissipated, and a corpse like a black sculpture curled up motionless as if nailed to the wall. The wind that gushed in from the half-opened window gently blew the whole person into a black spot. Like burnt residue.

Curris regained some sanity, and his face was as usual.He turned his gaze back to the coffin that he had been waiting for for a hundred years. Looking at the empty interior of the coffin, a dark venom filled his eyes: 'Where are you?mine……'