Wang Zhiming asked, "Is there another way?"

"Give up. Meng Zitao shrugged his shoulders.

Wang Zhiming was speechless for a while, what he said was equivalent to not saying it, at this time, can he still give up?

He didn't know that this was not said casually by Meng Zitao, but based on Meng Zitao's sixth sense.

Meng Zitao said: "Now it depends on your choice, whether to let people go up again, or directly cut the chains." ”

Of course, Wang Zhiming still wanted people to go up and take a look, however, when he looked at his subordinates, the other party directly looked elsewhere.

Wang Zhiming's subordinates are not fools, since they know that they are likely to die if they go up, how can they still go up! Even if Wang Zhiming gives more money, what is the use of not enjoying it if he doesn't die.

Wang Zhiming thought for a moment, and could only make a painful decision to cut off the chain.

However, when Wang Zhiming's subordinates slashed the chain with the steel knife they brought, it was just a "ding" sound, and some sparks appeared on the chain, and the chain was still like that, but there was an extra opening on the steel knife.

This result made everyone look at each other, and Wang Zhiming ordered his subordinates to continue to cut, but in the end it was the same result. After that, with a gun, the effect is not much better.

Wang Zhiming was surprised, he was very distressed, and when he was thinking about what else to do, he suddenly noticed Meng Zitao who was calm next to him.

"Director Meng, if there is a way, please take it out, now we can be regarded as a loss, right?"

"In this case, do you want to change the distribution ratio?" Meng Zitao smiled slightly.

Wang Zhiming looked at Meng Zitao's smile, he really wanted to punch him, but the situation was stronger than people, he didn't agree, what good way was there?

Sacrificing some interests, Wang Zhiming sneered in his heart: "Hmph! There will always be a time to settle the general account!"

Meng Zitao took out the cicada wing sword, and everyone was surprised to find that a soft sword in Meng Zitao's hand did not move at all, and with the sound of "dang", the chain that was cut by Meng Zitao was broken in response, and then the jade coffin also sank down.

Wang Zhiming subconsciously took a step forward, and at that moment, he was still reluctant to give up the slightest loss of Mo Longyu, and wanted to pick it up with his hand.

Meng Zitao glanced at him and thought it was funny, and then he walked to the opposite corner of the jade coffin and cut off the second chain, since there were still two chains on the opposite corner, the sarcophagus was still balanced.

Meng Zitao looked at Wang Zhiming, who looked a little nervous: "Continue?"

Wang Zhiming hesitated for a moment, and said to Meng Zitao, "Can you try to hold it up for a while?"

"Do you think I'm moving?" Meng Zitao asked.

"I believe in you. ”

"So what's in it for me?"

Wang Zhiming was a little angry: "You must know how to be a man, otherwise you will die of greed sooner or later." ”

Meng Zitao sneered: "I only know how much work is more, may I ask, what else can you do besides watching?"

"What do you see on me?" Wang Zhiming pulled back his coat, revealing the bomb tied to his body: "Director Meng, you don't think it's a normal deal now, do you?" Or do you think you can run away, but what about your friend?"

"You're well prepared. ”

Meng Zitao smiled, and then prepared to cut the chains.

Wang Zhiming hurriedly asked his subordinates to hold on to the jade coffin, and when Meng Zitao cut the chain with a sword, he saw that Wang Zhiming's subordinates' faces changed, and they hurriedly withdrew their hands, and one side of the jade coffin "boomed" and smashed onto the stone platform.

"Have you eaten!" Wang Zhiming frowned angrily, and hurriedly ran to the jade coffin to check, but found that the jade coffin was intact, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then started to scold.

Wang Zhiming's subordinates are very aggrieved, and they are not not trying their best, but this thing is too heavy, let alone two or three people, even if it is five or six people, it may not be able to move.

On the other side, Meng Zitao frowned, the moment the jade coffin fell to the stone platform, he seemed to hear a woman's roar, and then he had a feeling of panic, very uncomfortable.

But if you listen closely, it doesn't seem to come from the sarcophagus, and looking at the appearance of the others, you shouldn't have heard it.

There was no result, Meng Zitao put this matter aside first, and then cut the last chain, but this time he did not let the jade coffin fall directly to the ground, but held it up.

Meng Zitao only felt that his hand was sinking, and the jade coffin gave him the feeling that it weighed a ton enough, and this weight made him feel a little incredible, could it be that the inside was not hollowed out?

Then he put the jade coffin on the ground, but this time there was no roar like the one just now.

The supernatural phenomenon made Meng Zitao a little confused, could it be that the roar just now was actually a warning, and it came from inside the coffin? That was a little terrifying.

Next, everyone was ready to open the coffin, and Wang Zhiming urged Meng Zitao to put the scepter into the hand of the statue on the coffin lid.

The scepter is placed just right, indicating that the two are indeed one, but after the scepter is put up, it has no effect.

"How could it not be effective?" Wang Zhiming couldn't figure it out, he pushed the lid of the coffin, and didn't react at all: "Come and help me!"

Wang Zhiming's subordinates joined to no avail, no matter what method was taken, there was no way to open the jade coffin.

"It's really weird, why can't it be opened? It can't be glued. Wang Zhiming said with a frown.

Meng Zitao said: "I think you should be careful, in case there is a mechanism inside, you will definitely have problems if you are so hard." ”

"What do you have a good solution?" asked Wang Zhiming.

"Don't you think for yourself?" Meng Zitao asked rhetorically.

"If I could think of it, what else could I ask you?"

Wang Zhiming scolded in his stomach, and seeing that Meng Zitao only cared about looking at the statue on the coffin lid, he had to search for possible mechanisms.

After a moment, Meng Zitao pointed to a groove under his right hand: "See here?"

"Is there any problem?" Wang Zhiming asked.

"Won't you use your brain?"

Meng Zitao laughed, and then he pressed the position of the scepter down again, and Wang Zhiming suddenly realized that the width of the groove was clearly the same as the width of the scepter's handle.

Then, everyone saw Mencius pull the scepter like a rocker, "click", the statue's right hand turned, the bottom of the scepter handle was embedded in the groove, Mencius pressed down again, and the inside of the jade coffin sounded "click".

"It's done!" Wang Zhiming was excited, and then looked at Meng Zitao, with a little more admiration in his eyes.

Everyone then took a few steps back, and the gap between the lid and the coffin began to widen.

Meng Zitao suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly took a few steps back, and saw an unknown red liquid flowing out of the sarcophagus, causing everyone to panic.

Meng Zitao hurriedly took out a gas mask from his bag and put it on, and retreated to the steps, Wang Zhiming kept an eye on Meng Zitao, and saw that he hurriedly did the same.

Poor Schmidt's things were taken away by Wang Zhiming, and if he wanted a gas mask, he could only ask Wang Zhiming and his subordinates, but at this time, how could everyone care about him, so he ran down the steps again, but after not running a few steps, he suddenly fell to the ground, kept convulsing, and died of bleeding after a while.

"What kind of poison is this, the toxicity is so strong?!" Seeing Schmidt's miserable death, Wang Zhiming, who was a little dizzy, was terrified, and a cold sweat broke out, if he hadn't been paying attention to Meng Zitao, he would have probably followed in the footsteps now.

"Director Meng, what do you think about this?"

Meng Zitao spread his hands: "I don't know much about here, how can I know what the situation is." ”

"You said you don't know?" Wang Zhiming gritted his teeth and said, "Since you don't know, why do you want to wear a gas mask!"

Meng Zitao put on an inexplicable look: "I'm afraid of death, can't I wear a gas mask?"

"Then why didn't you tell us!" Wang Zhiming asked rhetorically.

Meng Zitao laughed: "What do you say?"

"Okay, you're amazing!" Wang Zhiming laughed angrily, nodded at Meng Zitao, held back his anger, and put his eyes back on the jade coffin.

Looking at the red liquid around the jade coffin, he had a headache, and Schmidt was probably poisoned by the smell of this liquid, so he didn't dare to touch the red liquid at all. But if you don't touch it, how can you open the jade coffin and get the treasure inside?

If it was normal, he could have rinsed with water, but here, he didn't find a speck of water.

"Wait......"

Wang Zhiming looked at Meng Zitao, who was now wet, and said that he had entered the palace through the pool.