I broke out in a cold sweat, and it was so dangerous to say secretly, if I had stayed down there just now, I guess I would have been targeted. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

I suddenly remembered the book I read when I set out at that time, saying that most of the emperors of the Southern Dynasty were tyrannical, and their surnames were Liu, Axi, shame, and it was not enough for the people to hide at home when they traveled, and it was necessary to empty the houses on both sides of the street, and all those who were still hiding in the houses after the three gongs sounded were all shot.

However, it is impossible to have a house in the ancient tomb, I can be sure that I have fallen into an illusion or some kind of formation, so I took out a dagger, ruthlessly, and stabbed myself in the arm, and my left arm immediately had a wound three and a half centimeters deep, and the severe pain made me shiver, and then it became clear in front of me. I found myself cowering on the girder of one of the ear chambers, and there were some things of gold and silver scattered on the floor, and three or four pairs of hearts, livers, and lungs. And in the middle of the ear room, Zhang Ye looked at me with a strange expression, holding a pistol in his hand.

"Come down, monkey cub. He laughed and scolded, gesturing at me with his pistol.

Although his phrase "monkey cub" is very much like an elder spoiling his own junior, I realized that if I didn't hurry up, he would definitely not cherish the bullet in the gun.

So I climbed down from the girder and stood in front of Zhang Ye with my hands raised.

Zhang Ye looked me up and down, and I could see that my heart was furious. After a moment, he opened his mouth and asked, "How did you escape?"

I reacted for a few seconds before I realized that what he was asking was actually why I hadn't become a ghost like the Great Light.

"It's nothing, Daguang was touched by a ghost. Then he disemboweled himself like a ghost. And I didn't do anything, nothing happened..."

Before I could finish speaking, Zhang Ye laughed out loud and called a few "yes" in a row. I looked at him inexplicably, not knowing what he meant, but it seemed that his old man had no intention of killing me.

"Master Zhang, do you know where Song Nan went? He went to look for you, why aren't you together. I asked.

"Do you know why they are all dead, and you have nothing to do?" Zhang Ye didn't answer the rhetorical question, he didn't continue to laugh, but asked with a serious face, but he didn't wait for me to answer, so he said to himself, "That's because you are more fortunate than them, and what I'm looking for is a lucky person like you, only such a person can help me steal Xingning Jade!"

The more I listened, the more confused I became, how could anyone touch gold not by strength, but by looking at such an illusory thing as luck?

For the next ten minutes, Zhang Ye instilled a strange set of theories in me. In this theory, "luck" is the most important attribute of a person: a person is inseparable from luck from birth, to growth, to career choice, and even death. For example, this time I went to the tomb, as lucky as I, Zhang Ye and Song Nan, I escaped from the ghost in the coffin, and I didn't die in the ghost eye Zongqing Street;

Going a little further, Liu Ziye and his family were brutal by nature, but they were able to become emperors from generation to generation, and even if they were overthrown, the successors would be their Liu family - again, not because they were suitable to govern the country, but because they were lucky enough.

The corners of my mouth cramped when I heard this strange theory, but I didn't dare to refute it, so I could only continue to walk forward with his gun in front of him.

Soon, we walked through the long tomb passage and came to the main burial chamber. We had been here before, but the two carved bronze doors weighing several tons couldn't be opened at all, and I didn't know what was inside, but after we left, Zhang Ye didn't know what method he used, and he actually opened the two doors with a gap more than a foot wide.

"This is Liu Ziye's real grave. Zhang Ye said, "After he was killed by Shou Lonezhi, the body was snatched out by the dead man he secretly cultivated and buried here." Then those dead soldiers killed themselves here, and they were made into ghost dumplings by the subordinates who came to bury Liu Ziye together, and guarded the tyrant for 2,000 years. And in return for all this, each of them was buried according to the standards of the prince and put into a yellow lacquered and gold coffin. ”

These dead men are older than me, two thousand years old, oh my.

As he spoke, Zhang Ye pushed me to the crack in the door with a gun, and pressed my head into the crack in the door. I also attached a miner's lamp to my hat, which, although not as bright as a flashlight, could illuminate a distance of five or six meters in front of me. However, the air in the main burial chamber seemed to be able to block out the light, and the miner's lamp could not even shine a meter in front of it.

I suddenly saw a black shadow flash in front of me, and the black shadow was mixed with a red light the size of grapes, who is this!