Everyone gathered in a circle.
He stared at the scarlet blood seeping out of the soil.
He only felt an indescribable sense of horror.
"Third Uncle, is there another bloody corpse tomb underneath?”
Wu Xie asked Wu Sansheng as he suppressed the churning in his stomach.
However, as soon as he said this.
Wu Sansheng's expression instantly turned ugly.
This matter was a scar that the Wu family could not reopen.
Back then, Old Master Wu had brought Old Dog Wu and his brothers down to the Blood Corpse Tomb at Dart Ridge. In the end, they had suffered heavy casualties.
The word 'bloody corpse' had almost become a taboo in the Wu family.
Again?
The few people beside him keenly caught this word.
A hint of bewilderment flashed in the depths of their eyes.
However, Wu Sansheng didn't answer, so no one dared to ask.
"Probably."
Wu Sansheng was silent for about half a minute before he nodded gloomily.
"Third Master, what should we do?"
Pan Zi handed him a cigarette and asked.
He knew Wu Sansheng too well.
Otherwise, who would dare to provoke him at this time?
Wu Sansheng took a few puffs of his cigarette until he felt a burning pain in his chest. The gloominess in his eyes disappeared completely and was replaced by ruthlessness.
He crushed the cigarette butt.
He fell to the ground.
"Dig!"
Hearing this.
Pan Zi and Da Kui did not dare to rest.
He immediately put out his cigarette butt, picked up the spatula, and followed his instructions. He brought more than ten handfuls of soil up.
Wu Sansheng squatted on the ground.
Every probe would take a whiff.
His other hand was not idle either. He grabbed a branch and started drawing on the ground.
Zhou Mu stood at the side.
It had only been a few minutes.
A rough outline appeared on the ground in front of Wu Sansheng.
'Acupoint Detection'
Seeing this scene, a few words flashed through his mind.
This was the ability of the southern sect's local masters to make a living.
However, Wu Sansheng's move was not perfect.
There were even people among the Tufuzi who could identify the tomb by smelling the soil.
For example, his father, Old Dog Wu, was one of the best.
The reason why he was able to rise to fame in Changsha City back then was because of this unique skill.
One could tell the age, depth, scale, and even structure of the soil by digging a handful of soil from the ground and putting it under one's nose.
However, he had hurt his sense of smell and could only raise a dog to do this for him.
He only got the title of Old Dog Wu.
This kind of ability was not only inherited by Master Tufu, but also by the four sects and eight schools.
For example, Xie Ling's Wenshan Debate Dragon, or Gold-looting Sect's Xunlong Divide Gold.
It was all like this.
Just as he was in a daze.
Wu Sansheng had already drawn the outline of the ancient tomb below.
However, he was squatting on the ground with a frown, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.
"Mr. Wu, is there a problem?"
"Oh…nothing."
Wu Sansheng rubbed the mud off his hands and lit a cigarette.
"It's just a little strange."
"Logically speaking, the tombs of the Warring States Period are all straight pits, straight up and down, similar to well burial.”
" But from the soil, this tomb not only has a front hall and an underground palace, but it also has an arched brick roof. It's strange…"
"Third Master, is it possible that it's a set tomb?”
Pan Zi suggested a hypothesis.
"I can't say for sure."
A set tomb was a two-story tomb or even a three-story tomb.
The ancients paid great attention to Feng Shui when burying people.
However, there were only so many Feng Shui treasures in the world.
Therefore, there was often a situation where a descendant was buried in the underground palace of a predecessor.
However, Wu Sansheng wasn't too sure and just shook his head.
"Forget it, let's not care about that. Take a shovel and dig down first. When the time comes, we'll find a weak spot and break it open.”
In the group.
Wu Xie and Zhou Mu were considered newcomers.
Zhang Qi Ling had no intention of attacking.
Therefore, this task fell to Wu Sansheng, Pan Zi, and Da Kui.
The three of them were all veterans and had dug grave robbers for many years.
The Whirlwind Shovel in his hand flew down the mountain at an astonishing speed. In just a few moments, a three-meter-deep hole appeared on the ground.
Not long after, Da Kui's voice came from below.
"Third Master, I touched a brick."
Hearing this.
The group of people could not hold back.
Especially Wu Xie, his face was flushed red with excitement.
He kept taking deep breaths.
Ever since he was young, he had been reading the notebook left behind by his grandfather, Old Dog Wu, and he had always yearned to fight in reverse.
It was just that the Qian family had never agreed to let him enter the tomb.
This time, Third Uncle finally nodded.
As he watched the few of them go down one by one, he felt his entire body heat up.
Zhou Mu looked calm.
Actually, it wasn't much better.
When he reached the bottom of the cave, he realized that Da Kui had already cleared out a large brick wall.
An extremely heavy damp Yin Qi seeped out from the cracks in the wall.
"That's right, it's the style of the Warring States Period.”
He stared at the brick wall with the miner's lamp in his hand. He could vaguely see some strange patterns under the soil.
Wu Sansheng recognized it at a glance.
After hearing what he said.
Da Kui stretched out his hand and was about to knock on the wall to feel its thickness.
But before his hand could get close.
Two shouts sounded from behind him at the same time.
He was so scared that he froze on the spot.
His outstretched hand was also suspended in mid-air. He could neither enter nor his leg.
"What…what's wrong?"
Da Kui's face was trembling.
Wu Xie, Pan Zi, and Wu Sansheng also turned around in surprise. Their eyes swept back and forth between Zhou Mu and Zhang Qi Ling.
The little brother usually did not speak easily.
He was as silent as a mute.
But every time he spoke, something must have happened.
However, it was still within the controllable range.
But Zhou Mu was different.
Especially after personally witnessing how he suppressed evil and purified the souls of the dead, even Wu Sansheng was afraid to speak at this time.
"Little brother, you go first?"
Zhang Qi Ling pointed at the brick wall in front of him.
"There is an anti-theft layer inside. It should be the sulfuric acid used in alchemy. Even if you touch it, you will immediately be corroded until only your bones are left.”
"When you tear down the wall, you can only take it out bit by bit. You must not push it in.”
Hearing this.
The few of them widened their eyes.
Especially Da Kui, he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and quickly jumped away as if he was avoiding a plague.
He was used to being careless.
It was better to leave such meticulous work to them.
Wu Sansheng nodded and then looked at Zhou Mu.
"Priest Zhou, you are?"
Zhou Mu also took a deep look at the wall.
However, it was not the wall, but the depths of the tomb behind the brick wall.
His eyes were calm.
His words were shocking!
"There…is something terrifying there!"
It's the new year. Shouldn't he give the author some flowers as a red packet?
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