Only then did the fat man notice that Mo's extraordinary eyes were wrong. Although through the transparent oxygen mask, he could still feel the harshness and uneasiness.

His heart twitched, as if he realized something. In addition, he also saw that Mr. Iron Fan did not move, as if he was hiding from the plague god.

The fat man blinked and asked in a trembling voice, "What's the matter?"

Mo Feifei pulled the fat man aside, and was just about to whisper, when he suddenly realized that Mr. Iron Fan had amazing ears, and this distance could not be hidden from his ears. Mo Feifei snorted and said with a smile: "Your shoelaces are open." ”

The fat man looked down and saw that his shoelaces didn't know when they opened. He coughed dryly, moved his chubby body, and began to squat down to tie his shoelaces, not forgetting to mutter: "This Li Ning's shoes are not good, the shoelaces are like the belt of his mother's JI woman's trousers, and they are loose." ”

Here, Mo Feifei was also staring at Mr. Iron Fan. Mr. Iron Fan, on the other hand, was staring intently at the three men - and the sarcophagus.

Let's talk about the thin man, the pockmark and the bear, they have long been full of expectations for what is in the coffin. Or rather, I was already carried away by what was in front of me.

The three of them grabbed a crowbar and inserted the thin end into the gap in the coffin. Then, the effort begins to push to the side.

"One, two, three!" the three shouted slogans together and began to pry the coffin. Don't look at the sarcophagus in front of you It looks very heavy, but the weight is not very heavy, only two or three hundred catties. The three of them worked together, and without much effort, they removed the top sarcophagus.

The lid of the coffin flew down from the coffin and slammed into the ground with a deafening sound. The three of them didn't have time to slowly get used to the discomfort in their ears, and looked inside the coffin for the first time.

I saw that in the coffin, there was also a wooden inner coffin. The inner coffin seems to be made of extremely expensive small leaves of red sandalwood.

On the lid of the coffin, one skeleton after another is outlined with gold thread and gold leaf. Each skeleton was exactly the same as the bronze gate outside.

they

There are also three eyes.

At this time, Mr. Tiefan's eyes lit up and asked, "Is there an inner coffin inside?"

Mazi turned her head and nodded honestly: "Yes." ”

Mr. Iron Fan became excited at once, he quickly put away the fan, ran quickly to the coffin, knelt down, touched the coffin with both hands, and said to himself: "Found it, I finally found it." Seven times, seven times, Huang Tian lived up to his wishes, and was finally found by me, and finally found by me. ”

Seven times!

Listening to his tone, it seemed like he had searched six times before. So what happened to those six times that he didn't find what he was looking for.

Also, since Mr. Iron Fan is so familiar with the road, why should he find four or five novices to come in together. Could it be that they are just to be a companion? Or do you want to sell your strength?

Wrong.

Mo Feifei hugged his chin and turned his head to look at this Mr. Iron Fan suddenly, only to feel that there was a blue and purple lightning in his heart suddenly crossed, and it was clear, but it was only a moment of brilliance, and then it turned into a chaotic darkness.

However, just this second of clarity had already made him understand something.

He gathered these people together, there was only one possibility!

He needs to substitute for the dead.

In other words, they need to offer their own "sacrifices".

The failure of the first six times may be that he found the wrong coffin, so he had to try this seventh time.

Of course, these are just Mo Fei's guesses. Mo Feifei took his gaze away from Mr. Iron Fan and looked around. Only then did he realize that some of the sarcophagi were not seamless, and he even saw a "bloody handprint" on a sarcophagus not far away.

Judging from the size of the bloody handprint and the thickness of the five fingers, it should be that of an adult man. And it doesn't look like hundreds or even millennia have passed.

Rather, it looks

It's only been a month or two.

Mo Fei immediately felt that he was caught in a huge conspiracy. The five people, the fat man, the thin man, the pockmarked man, and the bear are like clowns who are being played with in applause, and they are like pork that has been put on the chopping board to be chopped.

And the person who carried the thread and operated the knife was this Mr. Iron Fan. Mo Feifei suddenly found that he didn't know anything about this "Mr. Iron Fan", and he didn't even know what his real name was. It would be too reckless to rush to the ground in such a hurry.

Just as Mo Feifei was thinking, the thin man, the bear and the pockmarked man had already pried open the lid of the inner coffin under the urging of Mr. Iron Fan.

Mo Feifei is extremely smart, and from just a few words from Mr. Iron Fan, he can analyze the truth.

He said coldly in the back: "Mr. Iron Fan, those people who came with you the first six times died as sacrifices, right?"

Hearing the word "sacrifice", Mr. Iron Fan's body shook significantly.

He put two pairs of withered hands into the coffin, and after a long time, he muttered, "Young man, you are very smart." But that's none of your business anymore, the coffin has been found, and there will be no more sacrifices. ”

The fat man, pockmarked and others next to him were inexplicably surprised, and the former muttered, "What are you talking about, what sacrifices, what six times or seven times?"

Originally, Mo Feifei was just guessing, but now that he heard this sentence, he was basically able to conclude.

He took a breath, pointed to Mr. Iron Fan next to the coffin, and said, "Do you think he brought everyone here to hunt for treasure? I guess there are problems with these hundreds of coffins. As long as the wrong pair is opened, the person who opens the coffin will die. This is what I just said as the 'sacrifice'. Mr. Iron Fan is estimated to be able to target only a small part of them, but he is not sure which coffin the main owner is in. Therefore, he brought people again and again and tried again and again. Thanks to our luck this time, otherwise there would have been three corpses of three people now. ”

Listening to what he said, the three pockmarks, thin men and bears who were carried away by the baby, all broke out in a cold sweat. They hurriedly threw the crowbar in their hands and dodged the iron fan like a plague god. After a long distance, he tentatively asked, "Is what Brother Extraordinary said true?"

Although the fat man did not participate in the opening of the coffin just now, his lips were cold, and he felt shocked and angry. He scolded: "Old thing, isn't that so, you want to treat us as substitutes?"

Mr. Iron Fan fell into silence again, and sometimes, silence means acquiescence.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the fat man's heart was a little up. He walked up to Mo Feifei's side and asked, "Brother Fan, is that really the case?"

Mo Feifei pointed to the bloody handprint on a coffin not far away, Yin ****: "If you don't believe it, open that coffin and take a look." ”