As for who the owner of the tomb is, no one must know.

Inside this cave, it's really full of all kinds of strange things.

First there was Skull Mountain, then there was a pool of blood, and now there is such an ancient tomb, is there any connection during this period?

Obviously, there will be no answer to this question for a while.

Although the bone soldiers not far away were full of ferocity, for me, I had to keep going.

It's not wise to bother them, but if we don't, we're stuck here.

I didn't want to swim in the pool again, because I wasn't sure if the thing under the pool would let me pass under its nose.

What if it's in a bad mood and shoots me to death?

Compared to the thing under the blood pool, the white bone soldier in front of him didn't seem so terrifying.

I lit the white lantern and approached step by step.

The further you go, the closer you get to the coffin, the stronger the ferocious aura becomes.

I could even see my hairs standing on end.

That feeling made me feel uncomfortable.

But I could only endure and move forward step by step.

It is said that murderous people can retreat from ghosts and gods, and these white-boned soldiers in front of them are the best examples.

That strong ferocious aura, ordinary ghosts and ghosts have to flee from the wind.

Fortunately, these bone soldiers did not move at all, and there was no sign of resurrection, they just stood quietly, abiding by their last duty.

I made my way through the gap between the bone soldiers, and approached the coffin.

I don't know how, but inside that coffin, I always felt something attract me.

It was a strange feeling, indescribable, but it was as if there was an invisible force pushing me closer to the coffin.

And with this feeling, I walked to the coffin.

Although the process was terrifying, these white-bone soldiers never made any moves.

Walking to the coffin, I looked back and saw that the gargoyle was looking at me from a distance, and had no intention of keeping up, or rather, it did not dare to come forward.

I think it was the strong ferocity that forced it to dare not approach.

In fact, it's not just it, any demon and monster, in the face of such a ferocious atmosphere, does not dare to risk his life, just like the vampire on TV is afraid of light, and he is naturally restrained.

In other words, without alarming these bone soldiers, only people can get close to the coffin.

After thinking about this, I was quite relieved.

After gesturing to the gargoyle, I began to study the coffin in front of him.

The coffin was made of bronze and was as large as a wagon.

The ancient definition of a coffin is the house in which a person lives after death, and the more natural the house, the more magnificent it is.

The coffin coffin generally has two layers, the inside is the coffin, which is the place where the person lies after death, and the larger one is the coffin.

To put it simply, it is a small box with a big box on the outside.

The coffin is the dead lying down, and the coffin is generally the burial goods.

Most of them are gold and silver utensils, and of course, there is no shortage of maids and maids to accompany the funeral.

In ancient times, human life was like a mustard, but it was not for fun.

The maid servant who bought it said that if he was killed, he would be killed, and he would not even be as good as a dog.

Even if it is a funeral, the average maid does not have this qualification, and only the personal maid that the owner likes can achieve the honor of accompanying the funeral.

Under that kind of feudal system, I don't know how many powerful ghosts and souls have been created.

As for the coffin in front of him, no one knows who the owner is.

But judging from the white bone soldiers who accompanied the burial, as well as the maidservants kneeling in the four corners of the coffin and wearing gold and silver, they were naturally not ordinary squires and tyrants.

The more this happened, the more curious I became.

The gold and silver vessels are not the slightest temptation to me, and I am more curious about what is inside, or rather, who is lying in this coffin.

Attracted by the strange feeling, I circled the coffin three times, then put my hand on the coffin lid and pushed it hard.

With the sound of "magnetism", the coffin lid was removed from a crack.

I immediately stopped and looked around.

Seeing that those white-bone soldiers didn't react, they breathed a sigh of relief.

I can't help it, I'm a frightened bird now, and I have to be very cautious in everything I do.

In fact, according to my cautious nature, I don't usually touch this thing.

But that wonderful attraction, combined with my own curiosity, gave me courage.

After pushing open a gap and making sure there was no danger, I began to push harder.

Only a dull sound of metal grinding could be heard, and the bronze coffin lid began to slowly open.

The bronze coffin was so heavy that even with all my strength, I could only push it slowly.

When the lid of the coffin is halfway opened, the situation inside is already visible.

Sure enough, in this bronze coffin, there is also a bronze coffin that is one size smaller.

As for this so-called smaller one, it's just relative.

If you look at it according to the standard of a normal person's coffin, then this bronze coffin is still unusually large.

Somewhat different from what I expected, there were no so-called gold, silver and jade burial goods in the bronze coffin.

Some are just a variety of weapons, and armor includes war books.

Among them, especially the military books, occupy almost half of the space of the bronze coffin.

Many of these military books are used for collection, because the span of years is very large, some are bamboo slips, some are paper, and some are written on cloth.

It seems that the owner of the coffin is a master of the art of war, and he has almost reached an obsession with the art of war.

In other words, he is very good at leading troops to fight.

Perhaps only in this way can such a group of white bone soldiers who are full of ferocity even after death.

I didn't touch the armor and weapons in the coffin, because of the age, these things have long been rusty and rotten, and they can't be touched at all.

Since there is nothing that attracts me in this coffin, what attracts me is naturally in this bronze coffin.

Compared with the coffin, the bronze coffin inside is more exquisite, carved with a variety of patterns, dragons and phoenixes, everything.

Because the coffin is so huge, it has exceeded my height, and I have to hang on to the edge and look inside on tiptoe, so I can't touch the bronze coffin inside.

If I wanted to open the coffin, I had to go into the coffin.

I didn't have any hesitation about this, the idea of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients, the coffin is opened, and it is really uncomfortable not to open the coffin.

There are strange things, there are strange things.

After reciting two words in my heart, I used my hands and feet together, and soon crawled into the coffin.

When I came in, I noticed that there were seven coffin nails nailed to the exquisite bronze coffin.

The connected shape is a bit like the Big Dipper.

These coffin nails are all made of wood, but they have been able to remain incorruptible until now, and they are obviously not ordinary.

I pulled up the coffin nails one by one with as much force as possible and without destroying the original.

After that, hold the lid of the coffin with both hands and push it hard.

"Magnetic!"

With a soft sound, the bronze coffin lid moved forward a little.

As I continued to exert myself, the 'magnetic' sound became louder and louder, and the lid began to open little by little.

When the lid was opened, I looked inside with a white lantern.

The scene in front of me made me a little stunned.

Because I found out that there was no one in this bronze coffin!

To be exact, there are no bones.

Inside the entire bronze coffin, there was only a set of robes, a well-preserved armor, and a knife that exuded cold air.

Could this be...... Cenotaph?

Seeing this, I couldn't help frowning.

If it's just a well-dressed mound, do you need such a big battle?

I poked my head into the coffin and made sure there was no secret compartment before I confirmed what I was thinking.

This is indeed a well-dressed mound!

And in this well-dressed mound, the thing that caught my eye the most was the cold knife.

This knife is half-unsheathed, the knife is about four feet long, four fingers wide, and the blade is narrow and long, somewhat similar to a Tang knife, but longer.

And it's a two-sided blade, so it doesn't seem like an exaggeration to say it's a sword.

Although it looks ordinary and does not have any ornate carvings, it gives me a very special feeling.

The most important thing is that it is such a weapon that looks like a knife but not a knife, and a sword but not a sword, but it has an aura similar to a soul chain.

It can be seen that this knife should have the ability to restrain ghosts and spirits.

It's not easy to keep it for so long, but I didn't expect this knife to have special abilities, and it's definitely not ordinary.

Taking a step back, being able to be put into a bronze coffin and treated as a mound naturally shows the importance of this knife

Before, my * had collapsed, and now I was worried that I didn't have a worthy self-defense weapon, and now such a knife suddenly appeared, and it must be fake if I don't want to be moved.

"This big brother, it's the first time to come, can you borrow a treasure knife and use it?"

I whispered into the coffin, "Now, if you don't speak, I'll say yes!"

As I spoke, I reached out and took the handle of the knife directly into my hand.

As soon as the knife was in my hands, I felt that my arm was sinking, and its weight was at least dozens of pounds.

can use dozens of pounds of knives to make a saber, you can imagine how the original owner of the knife had arm strength.

It is not difficult for a person to lift something weighing dozens of pounds, but if you want to use something weighing dozens of pounds as a weapon and wave it like an arm, it is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Even after my body has been strengthened, I can only barely swing a few times, although I can ensure flexibility, but I definitely can't do it as easily as commanding an arm, and it's almost the same as Song Qian.

In addition to the amazing weight, there is also a chill on the blade at all times.

The cold air went straight to the bone marrow, and it was impossible to resist it.

Even holding the handle of the knife made me get goosebumps from the cold.

In other words, even if I have a physique, I can't use this knife often, otherwise I will already hurt myself before I hurt the enemy.

When I took the knife out of its scabbard and looked at it, I realized that on the back of the knife body, there were two words engraved - Huangquan!

I like the knife very much, it is suitable for me to use now.

I also like the name, it's very high.

Overall, I'm satisfied, after all, it's something that doesn't cost money, nothing to find fault with.