Amidst the rumbling.
The ground sank two to three meters before stopping.
Pan Zi's face was full of amazement, and he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to Fatty's sarcasm. He just lowered his head and bent over, handing the miner's lamp in his hand as far as possible.
When he saw the situation below, his eyes lit up.
"Damn it, no wonder I couldn't find it. The real person is here.”
"What main character?"
Wu Xie asked subconsciously.
"There's a bronze coffin down there."
Hearing this, Wu Xie's eyes lit up. However, before he could get up, Fatty had already jumped over like a gust of wind.
Following the stone steps, he quickly entered the underground palace.
Soon, he let out an excited cry.
"Lord Fatty is going to be rich. Bronze coffin from the Warring States Period. Tsk tsk, if this is shipped back, a house won't be able to escape.”
Listening to his shouts.
Wu Xie couldn't suppress his curiosity anymore.
However, when he saw that the few people beside him were still as still as a mountain, he could not help but frown and reveal a trace of suspicion.
"Third Uncle…is there a problem down there?”
"I'm not a fortune-teller. Who knows if I can do it?”
Wu Sansheng waved his hand.
"Then why not?"
"Little Third Master, this underground palace is the most dangerous place. Our Southern Sect's Tufuzi usually doesn't go into danger personally.”
Wu Sansheng was still thinking about his wording.
He couldn't tell his nephew.
He had already gone down.
However, before he could say anything, Pan Zi responded on his behalf.
He looked like he was watching a show.
Only then did Wu Xie realize that he was treating Fatty as a pathfinder.
As the few of them spoke.
Zhou Mu glanced at Wu Sansheng.
The latter was indeed a veteran who had lived for more than twenty years. In this situation, not only did he not panic at all, but he was also interested and stared at the depths of the stone steps curiously.
About ten minutes ago.
The person who had burrowed into the ground, opened the coffin lid, and taken the purple jade box was never him.
Compared to him.
Da Kui was still too young.
From the moment Wu Xie accidentally touched the hidden mechanism on the altar and opened the underground palace.
It was as if he had lost his soul.
Previously, he found out that the key in the female corpse's mouth had been taken away.
He almost fell into despair.
It was as if he had been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.
But now…the opening of the underground palace and the appearance of the coffin had undoubtedly given him a glimmer of hope.
He wished he could grow wings and fly down immediately.
He opened the coffin lid.
To confirm if the coffin was the remains of the ancestor!
However, Wu Sansheng, this dog, was still dragging his feet.
Right now.
He only felt anxious.
Every second felt like torture.
Finally, Wu Sansheng waved his hand." Let's go down and take a look."”
Seeing this scene.
Da Kui was instantly relieved.
He was the first to rush down.
"Why are you so anxious, kid? Can the coffin escape?”
Pan Zi saw his anxious look and even teased him.
"What do you know? I'm just waiting for this oil bucket to go back and marry a wife. How can I not be anxious?”
Da Kui grinned and replied casually.
"Dog, all you know is women.”
Pan Zi shook his head.
He didn't think too much about it.
Da Kui was usually like this.
However, Wu Sansheng's eyes darkened when he saw his hurried back.
To him.
In the past twenty years, he had been in the martial arts world.
He only learned two things.
One was fighting backwards, while the other was looking at people.
Both of them depended on one's judgment.
After all, a reverse match was also a matter of looking at things.
Da Kui's act was quite convincing, but his eyes could not deceive anyone.
He was hiding something in his heart.
It was just that…Wu Sansheng could not figure it out for the time being.
The group of people quickly entered the underground palace along the stone steps.
Zhou Mu deliberately fell behind.
When he went down.
Fatty was squatting beside the coffin, holding a lamp in his hand. He stuck his head out and carefully looked at the patterns on the coffin.
He watched.
From time to time, he would let out a few exclamations.
"My goodness, Cloud Dragon Tattoo, Kui Dragon Tattoo. Only the Son of Heaven can use this. King Lu Shang, that old thing, is trying to rebel.”
"That's not right."
He looked and looked.
Fatty suddenly remembered something.
He had come for the Tomb of Zhou.
According to his previous deduction, King Lu Shang had taken over the Magpie's Nest. Then…didn't that mean that this place might be the burial ground of a certain generation of the Great Zhou Emperor?
Thinking of this…
Fatty couldn't hold it in anymore.
He immediately reached out to open the coffin.
However, before he could do anything, he realized that his wrist was grabbed by someone.
That person was extremely ruthless.
He shook it a few times, but he couldn't break free.
It was as if he had been clamped by an iron clamp.
Fatty's anger surged and he turned around angrily.
It was Da Kui.
"I say, are you f * cking sick? Why are you pulling me?”
However…
Being scolded by him like this.
Da Kui acted as if he hadn't heard anything.
He looked at the bronze coffin with a complicated expression.
"F * ck, are you deaf or something? Can't you hear me?”
He was still pretending to be dead.
Fatty was even more furious.
Wu Xie and Pan Zi also sensed that something was wrong.
Da Kui looked as if he was possessed by a ghost. His face was ferocious and gloomy, his eyes were red, and his body emitted a cold aura that they had never seen before.
"Da Kui?"
Pan Zi swallowed.
She tried to call out to him.
There were many strange things in this tomb, and it was possible that they had really encountered evil spirits.
Who knew that Da Kui would ignore him.
After looking at the coffin for a moment, he turned his head and glared at Fatty with a pair of fierce eyes.
"If you dare to move."
"I'll chop off your hand."
As they spoke.
He pulled out his dagger.
His voice was vicious, and his entire body was filled with killing intent.
Fatty could not help but shiver when he was swept by his cold gaze.
When he came back to his senses, he seemed to feel that he had lost face in front of so many people, especially in front of Da Kui, this stupid big guy. His expression instantly became a little unsightly.
"Who the f * ck are you trying to scare?"
"I dared to sleep alone in the unmarked graves when I was five…"
He straightened his neck.
Fatty threatened.
But before he could finish his sentence.
A dull sound suddenly came from the bronze coffin beside him.
It sounded like…someone had turned over inside.
Fatty's voice stopped abruptly, and cold sweat seeped out of his forehead.
He stared at the coffin in shock.
It was a very cold joke.
"F * ck, has the lord here woken up?”
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