"Whew!"

"It's finally gone!"

The peasants were on their knees, half-crouched on the ground, panting.

Gong Yangqiu's hand holding the sword was also trembling, and behind his hands, a smile appeared: "Senior disciples, that's all there is to the paper figures, we have all disposed of, and there is no danger in the tomb that can stop us." ”

Shang Changfeng said kindly: "Yangqiu is right, we can directly open the main tomb, and the inheritance should be placed there." ”

As soon as I heard the word inheritance, everyone came to the spirit.

Although they know that the inheritance of real people cannot fall into their hands, as a qi practitioner, the spirit of adventure is deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

As early as ancient times, qi practitioners spread more widely, and the schools of practice were also diverse, covering all over the country. But two thousand years ago, there was a fault, most of the genre lineage disappeared, and the current Qi practitioners all started by excavating and burying the inheritance and treasures buried deep underground.

And if they take back the inheritance of this level, each of them will have a reward, it may be an elixir, it may be an exercise, and they may also be valued by the elders and directly accepted as a disciple.

"Straight to the main burial chamber?"

Gong Yangqiu asked suspiciously.

The other disciples also nodded.

Shang Changfeng smiled silently, looking unfathomable, and took out a compass from his arms.

"Treasure compass?"

Everyone was surprised.

It is the treasure compass that will actively point to the most valuable treasures within a certain range.

Within a mile of this square garden, what is more precious than the inheritance of real people in paper-cutting?

Everyone is overjoyed, there is this compass, who still walks the tomb road quietly, copes with the danger set by the tomb owner, and digs directly into your lair, isn't it fragrant?

"Hehe," Shang Changfeng laughed when he saw this, "This is a treasure borrowed from Elder Donglinzi. ”

Dong Linzi is Gong Yangqiu's master, one of the three elders of Danfu Dao, and an absolute Taoist high-level, who can tremble in the entire Southern Regions if he says a word.

Although Shang Changfeng is also an elder, he is only in the period of recuperation, and he has no real power just because he has a name.

Dong Linzi is an elder with real power, and he is in charge of the authority of the Dan Fu Dao Fu Dao lineage, and he can be said to be the first person in the Fu Dao today.

"Elder Shang has thought it through!"

Shang Changfeng touched his beard: "If you want to thank you, thank Yang Qiu, he borrowed it from his master." ”

"Thank you, big brother!"

"I know that Senior Brother thinks about us!"

All the disciples spoke one after another.

Gong Yangqiu was very useful about this, and accepted the praise of his junior disciples with a smile.

After walking for a short time, the hands of the treasure compass stopped.

"Looks like this is it. Shang Changfeng nodded and shouted: "Get out of the way!"

As he spoke, he pinched his hands, and a golden sigil formed out of thin air.

"Look, it's freehand!"

"When we can do it. Tu Wen's face was full of envy, he was the youngest of several people, and his cultivation was also the lowest.

Shang Changfeng let out a loud shout, and the talisman in his hand slammed into the ground.

The golden light flashed, revealing a spider's web-like pattern on the ground, spreading from the inside out.

I heard a bang, and the dust flew and collapsed into a big hole.

......

"The door is open!"

Ning Zi's face was happy, and he beckoned Fang Xile to leave quickly.

The door was vermilion, and the inside was pitch black, like a huge mouth, waiting for the food to fall into its net.

There was a gust of wind from inside the door, and as soon as the door opened, it was like opening the seal of Senluo Hell, and the temperature of the room dropped a lot.

"You say, what's going to be inside?"

"Next level, or is it a legacy?"

Fang Xile quietly clenched the hilt of the knife in his hand and kept up with Ning Ziling's pace.

The two soon came to an open square. It is a large area, the size of a football field, and can accommodate several hundred people at a time.

There is a huge coffin in the middle, which should be the burial place of the paper-cut real people.

There are some small rooms around the square, all of which have exactly the same wooden doors, and there is no difference to be seen.

Ning Ziqi paused and wanted to walk to the first room on the left.

"Squeak"

Even though he pushed it slowly, the wooden door that had been sealed for a long time still made an unpleasant sound, recalling in the empty square.

Ning Zizhi walked more cautiously towards the door, the room was empty, only this table was placed in the middle, and there was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on it.

The second room was even more excessive, piled with all sorts of fancy silk satins, among which the celestial silk still shone after hundreds of years.

The third room is an extremely luxurious bedroom, with a silk gauze tent and a pineapple wood bed, all of which are exquisite and valuable.

"Is there anyone living here?"

"It can't be, who lives in the tomb. Fang Xile said uncertainly, I don't know if there are also ancient tomb sects in this world, which specialize in finding graves to live in.

The fourth room finally looked like a study, full of books, but unfortunately, due to the passage of time, it turned into paper ashes and scattered to the ground.

"Are you nervous?" a male voice said.

"yes, the last room, if there is no inheritance...... Who are you!"

Ning Ziwei reacted and turned back vigilantly.

The man wore a delicate black piping robe with a jade belt around his waist, which set off the smile on his pale and delicate face.

Such a face feels kind at first glance, but it feels weird when you look at it, because its expression has not changed at all, and even the curvature of the corners of the mouth remains in the same position.

"Hey...... Look at ......" Fang Xile pointed to the half-pushed door.

Inside turned out to be a white skeleton, yellowish in color, apparently placed for a short time, as high as a hill, how many people must have been!

There were also some fresh corpses, piled up in a corner, which were the people of the convoy, and Liu Yulan was among them.

Her chest was still heaving, and it seemed that she had just passed out, and was not hurt.

If the first room is the studio, the second is the dressing room, the third is the bedroom, and the fourth is the study, then the fifth is ...... Restaurant.

Food is ...... It's scary to think about!

"The dead can't stay fresh, so I didn't kill them, they were scared to death. The man said slowly, as if discussing the inconsequential weather: "When it comes to this woman, I am a little impressed by the fact that she has been holding on to her heart." ”

Fang Xile stared at him with an ugly face: "You are a real person who cuts paper?"

The paper-cutting real person nodded, his eyes swept over Fang Xile, fell on Ning Ziyi, and nodded with satisfaction: "You are very good." ”

Ning Zizhi quietly took a step back, even a fool knew that something was wrong.

The inheritance of bullshit, the real people of paper-cutting are not dead at all!

"Hehe," the paper-cutting real person had a hand, and there was a huge suction force in the palm of his hand, and Ning Zizhi was involuntarily sucked over, stuck around his neck, and hung in the air.

The papercut real person stared at him excitedly, and his pale face had a hint of redness.

"Yes, you're in good health!"

"Boom!"

A loud roar came from the top of the square, followed by a large amount of falling rubble and clods.