Chapter 839

The small door opened slowly. It was dark behind the door and cold like an ice cave. Feng Qianwei took out the fire fold, felt out a candle and lit it.

"Call -"

The fire flickered, as if someone had breathed beside him.

Feng Qianwei feels that her eyes follow her. She is more and more alert in her heart and holds the feather blade in one hand. This feather blade is made of unknown material. It can hurt those evil spirits in the dark.

I just don't know what's in it. Can she handle it?

The darkness in this village represents extreme danger. The dark room had no windows and was dark all year round. She had to be very careful.

As the candle lit up, a sudden movement occurred in the dark dark room. Where the light can't shine, it always gives people a very bad feeling.

Feng Qianwei took the candle and climbed down the stairs carefully. The fire lit up the darkness a little. She walked slowly at every step and was empty around.

Suddenly, a dazzling scarlet burst into her vision. She held her breath and slowly saw what was in front of her.

There was nothing here except a terrible blood red coffin in the middle of the room. After careful observation, the coffin is still bleeding, which looks particularly frightening.

The old village head hid the blood coffin here just because he didn't want to be seen. There must be something shady in it. It will never be empty.

She went up to open the coffin. No matter how terrible the blood coffin is, she also wants to see what's inside. She put the candle in one corner and approached the coffin. It seems that the house is very cold because of the coffin.

There was a "gurgling" sound in the blood coffin, as if water was flowing.

When Feng Qianwei reached out to touch the coffin, a pair of hands suddenly appeared on her shoulder.

She was startled by a sudden shock. Without any hesitation, the feather blade already prepared in his hand immediately attacked behind him.

"Take it easy, it's me."

The other party retreated lightly to avoid Feng Qianwei's attack. Her low and magnetic voice made her recognize him in an instant.

"Why are you here?"

Feng Qianwei didn't expect Yun Liangze to come, and she appeared quietly. It's really frightening to death.

"You can come, so can I. the coffin absorbs too much yin and evil spirit. You'd better not touch it. I'd better leave it to me! Stay away!"

Yun Liangze said. He also found the old village head yesterday and thought he was very suspicious.

When he came to investigate, he saw that Feng Qianwei was also there, so he followed in the dark. Unexpectedly, she found the hidden dark room.

He slapped the lid of the flying coffin, and the air in the room dropped several degrees. Feng Qianwei picked up the candle and hid behind Yun Liangze. With him here, she felt that no matter what was in it, it was not terrible.

Seriously, he's perfect for courage!

She stood on tiptoe and looked at the coffin. A human figure turned into blood rushed at them.

"Be careful!"

She cried hurriedly, and hurriedly stepped back to stay away from this terrible thing.

"This is a blood spirit."

Yun Liangze took out a gourd in his hand and opened it towards the blood spirit. In an instant, the blood spirit turned into a light and was sucked into the gourd.

With the blood spirit being sealed into the gourd, the cold around dissipated slowly.

"This gourd looks like a magic weapon of master Wuyou."

Feng Qianwei said.

"Yes, you prepared it for me."

Yun Liangze raised the gourd in his hand. He can't use his spiritual power now. Shengwuyou prepared a lot of magic weapons for him to defend himself.