"Fake?"
Hearing Zhang Qi Ling's words.
The remaining people all looked at each other.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, and his original thoughts disappeared.
However, they really could not understand how he, who had been unconscious all this time, could tell.
One had to know that even an experienced person like Wu Sansheng could not see the problem.
"The coffin has been touched."
Zhang Qi Ling stood up straight and looked at the seven cold coffins in the depths of the tomb.
Was it touched?
Compared to the truth.
These words were like a muffled thunder, shocking the few of them for a long time.
Especially Wu Sansheng, his eyes were extremely gloomy.
When he was in Tianjing Village, he had heard the old village chief mention that before them, there were countless people of the same trade here.
Although someone had set up a camouflage in the valley.
He knew that very few people could see through it.
However, there were so many capable people in the martial world that even he did not dare to say that he was 100% sure.
If it had really been touched.
Didn't that mean that someone had already taken over this tomb?
Lightly pursing his lips, Wu Sansheng stood there. Although he did not speak, his expression revealed a gloomy aura that made people shudder.
"Third Master, I'll go take a look."
Under that pressure, no one dared to speak.
In the end, Pan Zi volunteered.
"Be careful."
Wu Sansheng nodded.
With Third Master's approval, Pan Zi grinned." Don't worry, Third Master. I know what I'm doing."”
With that, he held a miner's lamp in one hand and a shotgun in the other as he quickly walked toward the nearest coffin.
Seeing this scene.
The atmosphere became even more solemn.
The few of them subconsciously held their breaths, afraid of disturbing him.
It was only a short distance of ten meters, but in the eyes of the group, it seemed as if it was a century away.
Fortunately…
Until Pan Zi approached.
Nothing unusual happened in the deep tomb.
He raised his miner's lamp and quickly shone it at the coffin. No one knew what he had discovered, but suddenly, a strange sound was heard.
"What happened?"
Wu Sansheng felt his heart was in his throat.
He swallowed his saliva and asked in a deep voice.
"Third Master…there's something strange about this coffin.”
Pan Zi stared at the coffin for a long time with a puzzled look on his face. He seemed to be unable to wrap his head around it.
Hearing this.
Wu Sansheng's expression became even stranger.
Logically speaking, Pan Zi had been with him for so many years and had traveled all over the world. He had seen all kinds of things.
He had never eaten pork before, so how could he not have seen a pig run?
"Let's go and take a look."
Waving his hand, Wu Sansheng held the bone prayer beads tightly and walked quickly toward Pan Zi, his footsteps muffled.
The remaining Wu Xie and Da Kui could only carry Zhang Qi Ling and follow.
When they arrived, Wu Sansheng was holding a flashlight and squatting on the ground, studying something.
"Third Uncle?"
"Shh!"
Before Wu Xie could say anything, Pan Zi interrupted him with a serious face.
At the same time, he put his finger to his mouth and made a gesture to keep quiet.
Seeing this.
Wu Xie could not figure out the situation either. He could only suppress his curiosity and look down.
Soon, he noticed that something was wrong.
A thick layer of molten iron had been poured onto the coffin, and the gaps around the coffin lid had been sealed by pieces of iron, leaving only a fist-sized hole on one side of the coffin wall.
It was pitch black.
He could not see the bottom of the coffin at all.
However, it gave off an inexplicable eerie feeling.
"This is?"
Wu Xie was confused.
He had never seen such a strange situation in his grandfather's notebook.
"The coffin has skin and is covered with gold."
"This is the Whistle Coffin."
Wu Sansheng stood up from the ground. His face was unprecedentedly solemn, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had encountered an extremely troublesome problem.
"Little brother is right. Someone has indeed been to this tomb.”
"Moreover, those people are not from a small background. There should be an expert in the team. There are very few people in the martial arts world who know this method of sealing the coffin with molten iron and touching the funerary objects.”
There was one more thing he did not say.
This method was extremely dangerous.
It had to be someone with extremely strong eight characters, otherwise, if he reached into the coffin, he would die.
Moreover, he had once heard from the old man that during the Republic of China, there were many people who dug graves in the martial arts world.
However, the Zhang Clan was the best at this technique.
Thinking of this…
He glanced at Zhang Qi Ling, who was not far behind him.
This was a member of the Zhang Clan.
Could it be…
A few thoughts appeared in Wu Sansheng's mind subconsciously.
However, he did not dare to think too much about it.
The water was too deep.
He was overly suspicious.
Moreover, it would only cause him to panic.
"Third Uncle, the funerary objects here have been stolen?”
Wu Xie didn't know what was going on. He finally came back to his senses after listening to his father's words. He stared at the palm-sized hole in the coffin in amazement, his face full of amazement.
"I don't think so."
Wu Sansheng shook his head.
He took the opportunity to raise the miner's lamp in front of him.
Only then did the group of people see that there were still traces of dark red blood at the hole in the coffin.
"This…"
"Don't tell me he hasn't gone far?"
The bloodstains looked like they had been left behind for a few days at most.
Wu Xie gasped.
He subconsciously raised his head and looked into the depths of the tomb, as if there were other people hiding there.
However, when he looked at it.
His expression also became strange.
"Third…Third Uncle, aren't there five of us? Why…Why are there six shadows on the wall?”
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