As a transmigrator, Mo Zifan knew that Wu Tianzhen's feeling was probably Jie Lianhuan and Third Uncle Wu swapping identities.
But now, the words left behind by Jie Lianhuan were found here. Although it couldn't prove that Jie Lianhuan was dead, it could prove that the relationship between Jie Lianhuan and Third Uncle Wu had broken.
Moreover, Mo Zifan knew that Third Uncle Wu's excuse was that he had fallen asleep. When he woke up, he only found Jie Lianhuan and the others were gone.
However, according to the normal plot of grave robbing, Huo Ling once said that she saw Third Uncle Wu following them, and in the end, they also used it mysteriously.
But now, it seemed that someone must have lied back then.
The person who lied might be Third Uncle Wu, but there was a problem now. Third Uncle Wu was clearly still alive, but why was there a blood word left behind by Third Uncle Wu?
And…Third Uncle Wu's corpse!
"Go in. I can sense that the answer we want is in the Burial Sea Hall.”
The young man walked toward the Burial Sea Palace. Wu Tianzhen also stood up. There were too many mysteries left behind by the seabed tomb. He could not leave.
Mo Zifan's gaze was deep as he followed her in.
Pushing open the door of the Burial Sea Palace, a faint sigh came from the Burial Sea Palace.
Fatty Wang stopped in his tracks." Brother Fan, Little Tian, did you guys hear something just now?”
"Sigh."
Wu Tianzhen also heard the faint sigh that came from the Burial Sea Palace.
Mo Zifan didn't say anything. He and the little brother were walking at the front, so they naturally heard the sigh, but it wasn't very real.
As soon as he entered the Burial Sea Hall, Mo Zifan was a little surprised. The situation inside the Burial Sea Hall was similar to the Zhang Clan's Ancient Building.
The Burial Sea Palace was surrounded by coffins, and in the center was a Blood Transfusion Platform!
Upon seeing this, Mo Zifan felt that he could come into contact with a new path in the world of grave robbing.
Mo Zifan and the others came to the Blood Changing Platform, but they didn't find anything unusual.
Just as Mo Zifan was about to continue forward, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Don't go any further. You've already come to a place you shouldn't be. The front isn't a place you can go.”
Mo Zifan and the others immediately looked in the direction of the voice.
At this moment, a coffin was opened and a person with messy hair sat up.
This person's appearance was too sudden and too strange.
Fatty Wang's submachine gun was out of bullets. He immediately took out his pistol and aimed it at the person who had climbed out of the coffin.
"Are you also from the Nine Gates?"
The man didn't care about Fatty Wang pointing his gun at him." Me too. My uncle is Black Back Sixth Brother. You should know that."”
Mo Zifan saw that the person who climbed out of the coffin was wearing the archeological team's uniform.
His face was already very skinny, as if he was only skin and bones.
"Don't come over. If you come over again, I'll shoot.”
Fatty Wang had fought quite a few times, but this was the first time he had encountered someone who could crawl out of a coffin and speak normally.
Fatty Wang didn't believe that the other party was a living person.
After all, who could live in an ancient tomb for so long? This was an underwater tomb, and there was not enough food.
"I know what you're thinking."
The person who claimed to be the younger generation of Blackback Sixth immediately knelt in the direction of the Blood Changing Platform." Those who kneel will live forever. Those who kneel will live forever. If you continue to move forward, you might end up like me.”
Black-backed Sixth Brother's voice was very calm. After he knelt on the ground three times, he slowly looked over.
"Back then, there were more than a dozen of us. Who wasn't an expert of the Nine Gates?”
There was a hint of vicissitudes in his voice. It was obvious that he was still brooding over what had happened back then.
Mo Zifan frowned. This person said that everyone from the archeological team had died.
However, that was not the case. The young man was not dead, Uncle Wu San, Jie Lianhuan was not dead, and Huo Ling was not dead.
This was all information that Mo Zifan had already grasped in his previous life.
Just as this person was about to say something, his gaze fell on the little brother.
"Zhang Qiling! You are Zhang Qiling, no, Zhang Qiling is already dead. Who are you? His son?"
This person's emotions were a little unstable. Obviously, he did not expect to see Zhang Qiling here who looked exactly like his teammate from back then.
"I…am Zhang Qiling."
Zhang Qiling replied indifferently," You said that I'm already dead. Do you have any evidence?”
When this person heard Zhang Qiling's words, he couldn't help but laugh out loud." You're Zhang Qiling? What was he thinking? After so many years, I've become like this. Even if Zhang Qiling is still alive, I'm afraid she's already a middle-aged man.”
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