Rumble~

Syllable!

The walls closed completely, and the entire burial chamber returned to darkness, as if returning to eternal silence, and no one disturbed it again.

Just as it was a thousand years ago.

There was silence for some time, and suddenly a heavy wheezing sound sounded.

The lights turned on, and the orange light illuminated the faces of Yang Qiao and Ma Xiaoling, and everyone was happy for the rest of their lives.

Yang Qiao looked at the fat man, his face was pale, his face was sweaty, and he was obviously scared just now.

If Zeng Qing hadn't come up in time to help, maybe the fat man would have been caught under the trap just now.

Even so, in the end, the fat man's leg was clamped, but fortunately there was no major damage, just a layer of oily skin was rubbed and half of the trouser leg was torn.

So it's understandable that the fat man is dying now, he really walked around the ghost gate just now.

Not only the fat man, but the others are also a little out of strength now because of the outburst just now. Even those like Liu Yang and Zeng Qing are now gasping for breath.

Finally, everyone recovered a little, Yang Qiao looked around, except for the faces of several people illuminated by the flashlight, the farther away was still dark and gloomy, and he couldn't see the environment clearly, and he didn't see his master Lu Weijiu, so he didn't know what he was doing.

Zeng Qing opened his mouth and said, "I lost my bag. "

The others didn't speak, but Liu Yang was in his heart. You must know that although the two of them are elites in the Cultural Relics Protection Bureau, most of their ability depends on the various equipment they bring with them, and now Zeng Qing's bag is lost, which also means that this strength will be discounted by half.

After a moment of silence, he said to Yang Qiao, "Where are we going now?"

"I'll take a look. "

Yang Qiao adjusted his breathing, picked up the flashlight he brought, unscrewed it and shone it forward, backward and backward, and the straight pillar of light shot from the Yongdao all the way, it seems that this Yongdao is a little long.

He discerned the direction, silently calculated in his mind, and the light shone to the right and said, "Go this way." "

As just now, it was still Liu Yang who walked in front of the team, Yang Qiao followed behind him, others followed in turn, and finally Zeng Qingdian was behind.

This road is narrow, and only one person can walk at a time, and because the height is only about one meter, everyone has to bow their waists, and it is very uncomfortable to walk. Like Hu Tu and Xiao Di, they simply knelt on the ground, crawling with their hands and feet.

"It seems that the layout of the feng shui formation here is even more complicated than I thought before. "

Yang Qiao said secretly in his heart.

Everyone walked in the corridor for about ten minutes, and there was a soft sound of "click" in front of them, and Liu Yang's movements froze.

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine. Liu Yang replied, and then continued to move forward.

Yang Qiao's eyes were good, and he could clearly see that where Liu Yang had just walked by, there was a pile of broken bones on the ground, and he could vaguely see that it was a human skull.

He felt a pang in his heart, it seemed that it was the bones left by the tomb robbers, what was hidden in this ancient tomb, and it could arouse the interest of so many people.

He now has a little guess about the background of Liu Yang and Zeng Qing, their skills are not like ordinary people, especially compared with Xiao Di, who is engaged in archaeological research, it is not a grade at all.

However, now he is still in unknown danger, and Yang Qiao temporarily hides these doubts in his heart.

Everyone walked forward for a while, and Liu Yang suddenly stopped.

Yang Qiao, who was following him, just opened his mouth to ask, only to see Liu Yang turn around and say in a serious whisper: "Everyone shut up, there are people below." "

Below, someone?

Yang Qiao's gaze moved.

Xiao Di and Ma Xiaoling, who followed closely behind, were also shocked.

In this tomb of Zeng Hou Yi, in addition to traps and feng shui formations, there are still people? He can't be a dead person, because a dead person doesn't need to be so serious, and everyone needs to keep quiet.

So, who will the living people be?

Yang Qiao glanced down through Liu Yang's side, his eyes narrowed slightly. In that place, there was a palisade-like board on the ground, and through the gap in the fence, you could see the scene below.

Seeing this fence board, Yang Qiao understood that the road where his pedestrians crawled should be the ventilation system of this underground palace, which is equivalent to the exhaust hole of the central air conditioner in today's words.

And the people below will be......

An oil lamp, like a bean, was placed in the northeast corner of the burial chamber.

The old man who was smoking a dry tobacco pouch squinted his eyes and coughed: "The light is not extinguished, it seems that the ancestor blesses us, we can take some of the things in this tomb today." "

This old man is none other than the captain of the four gates of feng shui, the third uncle.

A group of disciples and grandchildren who followed him heard the words of the third uncle, and their eyes flashed with excitement. After so many traps just now, even though it's not the main burial chamber, you can still gain a little bit here.

Unexpectedly, the scale of this underground palace is so huge, in line with the principle that thieves do not go empty, everyone naturally wants to take away as much as possible from this tomb.

A young man removed a lump of black cloth from behind his waist, and with a flick of his wrist, it became a large half-man-long bag.

The others roamed around like moles, collecting the exquisite lacquerware, brass lamps, and all kinds of exquisite small utensils they saw and putting them in their bags.

In the tomb robbing business, this treasure is also learned, one is not to take all of them, to leave a little for future generations, the other is not to see things to take, to do what you can, take those light and easy to carry. If the utensils are exquisite, but they weigh more than 100 catties, and they are tired and tired to death when they hold their bodies, how can they get out of the ancient tomb?

The third uncle put away the cigarette stick, looked at the hands of these juniors, and nodded slightly. He squinted his cloudy eyes and looked left and right, pinched a seal in his arms with both hands, and dragged his feet one after another, like a Taoist priest stepping on a cloth bucket, walking around the tomb, and chanting words in his mouth.

"Seniors, I am the 327th generation descendant of Captain Mojin, and I am very disturbed when I come to your place today...... The treasures are left with fate, and they will never take more in the future, and please make it convenient for the seniors......"

This is the ritual of touching the door of the golden school captain, and it is said that the ancestors of his lineage have made a contract with the spirit of the underworld, and the door will open the palace of the underworld to say hello to the owner of the tomb, not to be greedy, to leave room for it.

Every time there is a tomb robbery, put an oil lamp in the southeast corner of the tomb, touch the gold captain around the tomb three times, this set of mouth shouting, everyone will have enough to stop.

The third uncle is a follower of the tradition of the sect and is more disciplined, on the other hand, the size and mystery of this ancient tomb also caused him a sense of crisis, and he decided not to continue to search the main tomb, and he will accept it when he sees it here.

However, just when the third uncle walked to the third circle and watched the disciples of the sect put away all the things they wanted, he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take people to evacuate, when a change protruded.

Boom!

A stone wall cracked abruptly, billowing smoke and dust floated, and behind the smoke, three men in black appeared.

They are like ninjas in the movie, wrapped in black clothes and face towels, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes, judging from the murderous aura on their bodies, these people are ruthless characters who have a lot of lives.

Burst~

The oil lamp in the southeast corner of the burial chamber went out in an instant, as if alarmed by the intruders.

The third uncle's face flashed with a mixture of anger and anger, it was originally good, but the unlucky ghost who broke out of it actually extinguished the soul lamp.

A hint of foreboding rose from the third uncle's heart.

"Withdraw!" the third uncle briefly burst out a word from his mouth, and at the same time, he drew his cigarette gun and rushed towards the three men in black who suddenly appeared.

He wanted to block for a moment, so that the apprentices and grandchildren who came with him could escape. These three people don't have good intentions at first glance.

In the tomb robbery activities, there is no love for each other, only indifference and blood, these people are unknown, obviously not a good person, met in this tomb, that is only you live and die, there is no second way to go.

In the early days of tomb robbing, there were often precedents of partners killing others after obtaining treasures. Later, in the south generation, the Jinmen came up with a way, let the father take his son down together, the father went up first, and the son was last, so from then on, there were very few incidents of black eating black.

It rarely happens, it doesn't mean that there is none, and the three people who came out in front of him are obviously the masters of black eating black.

While the third uncle pounced forward, the cigarette pouch in his hand had been put in his mouth and he took a deep breath, one mouth: "Huh~"

A blue-white arrow spewed towards the black-clothed man on the far left.

Then with a flick of his wrist, another spark was thrown out of the pot of the smoking gun, which was a ball of burning tobacco that was burst by the third uncle with internal strength.

With these means to stop, the third uncle rushed towards the last person, and the cigarette gun in his hand stabbed the other party's throat.

These actions are done in one go, showing the third uncle's old spiciness.

He doesn't know how many times he has encountered dangerous and unexpected things in his life, how can he not have the means to take care of his family.

Seeing his hands, his eyes showed a hint of satisfaction, although he was old, this skill did not fall.

At this moment, in the midst of the smoke, there was a sudden flash of coldness.

The third uncle let out a strange cry in his mouth, and retreated sharply at a faster speed than when he came.

has been with him for more than 30 years, and the smoking gun that is regarded as life is only a short section.

Three black-clothed men came out of the smoke, bent on their waists, and chased after the third uncle without saying a word. In each of them, he held a cold scimitar, which at first glance was conducive to chopping.

The third uncle's gunsmoke was split by the man in black on the right.

When the people retreated, the third uncle cursed a dirty word in his mouth, he didn't expect the idea he encountered to be so hard, this time I don't know if these disciples and grandchildren can be brought out alive, these people are strange.

Landing and rolling, the third uncle propped up on the ground with his hand, like an old lynx jumping up, and disappeared on the other side of the tomb with his disciples and grandchildren.

Their movements were swift and numb, as if they had been rehearsed a thousand times.

A short encounter that takes a break for the time being.

The three men in black shook their hands, slowly put their knives into their sheaths, and looked at the direction in which the third uncle and they fled, but they did not rush to chase, but scattered around, searched carefully, and seemed to be looking for something.

These people don't know that while they are busy looking for something, there are eyes above their heads that are secretly watching them.

After they searched carefully, and then chased in the direction of the third uncle, a hole opened in the stone wall above their heads, and Yang Qiao and the others climbed down the rope from above.

Yang Qiao looked at the place where the third uncle and the three black-clothed men fought just now, and saw the third uncle's half-cut smoking gun, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

The third uncle is actually in this ancient tomb, this is a place he didn't expect, but the third uncle is not terrible, at least he will not kill for money, but the three men in black just now may not be, their murderous ...... That's really going to kill someone.

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