The tomb, which was originally huge, is now full.

There was really a bunch of people blocking the door. Zuo Jichuan looked speechlessly at the equipment that definitely did not belong to this world.

"It doesn't look like it's a patent anymore." With a sigh, he picked out a man from among them who looked like a leader.

The man looked like he was in his early 30s. No matter how you look at it, you are a foreigner. Blonde and blue-eyed, more like Germans than Americans.

Pinching his chin, Zuo Jichuan tilted his head to look at this person.

"Smith's cub?" If it weren't for the fact that the eyes were too similar, I'm afraid no one would think about it.

The white tiger packed up the weapons in the hands of these people, and Xuanwu and Qinglong tied them up. Suzaku is checking the materials that these people are carrying.

Hearing Zuo Jichuan say this, they all came over. Looking at this person carefully, everyone squinted.

"Don't say it, it's quite like it."

Mu Lao stood a little farther away, looking at these weapons with a slight surprise that shot people lightly. He had never seen anything before.

"Do you speak English?" Zuo Jichuan asked in English.

The man turned his face away and ignored him.

Zuo Jichuan nodded, seemingly understandable. With a wave of his hand, Suzaku handed Muramasa over.

"It's too exaggerated, change to a smaller one." Zuo Jichuan glanced at Suzaku speechlessly.

This is the rhythm of the amputation of the limb directly?

White Tiger took out a dagger from his thigh and handed it to Zuo Jichuan.

Zuo Jichuan pulled up the man's head with a smile, and the dagger was clearly attached to the man's face.

"If you don't say it, it's okay, I just say you just listen. I'm not curious at all about how you guys got here, I'll find out someday. I just want to know. What are you looking for here? ”

The man looked at death as if he were at home, and glared at Zuo Jichuan fiercely.

Zuo Jichuan smiled slightly, and the dagger in his hand seemed to slide down, and it was directly inserted into the ground between the man's legs purely by gravity.

Qinglong and the others were silent, young master, you are too heavy-mouthed.

That person obviously didn't expect Zuo Jichuan to open the door so exaggeratedly, and the whole person was stunned.

"Ouch? Big young master, haven't played this? Zuo Jichuan smiled and pulled out the dagger. Haven't waited for the next cut. was taken aback by Mu Lao, who came over.

Mu Lao stared at the dagger that stabbed a hole in the ground at will. What kind of material is this? He sharpened iron like clay.

Zuo Jichuan understands the novelty of the unknown, but the old man is torturing us now.

"Chongyang, will you see it later?" Call Grandpa. Still can't shout.

After all, Mu Lao is now bright, and his eyes are even more twinkling with stars. No matter how you look at it, he is younger than Zuo Jichuan.

"It's easy to get him to speak." Mu Lao waved his hand lightly, and he looked like he was dodging.

In the puzzled eyes of everyone. Mu Lao stretched out his white and smooth hand and pinched the man's hand. I can't see where it is. The man's expression, which was still extremely determined, suddenly became hideous.

"You monster!" Breaking and scolding, the man's painful face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead.

It hurts just to look at it.

"Brother Long, what kind of acupuncture point is that?" The white tiger's face was wrinkled together.

Qinglong's face was calm. In fact, the face is not much better.

Suzaku did not look at these people, and walked around these delicate coffins.

"Oops, it's broken." Suzaku sighed and made everyone turn their faces.

"What's broken?" The shootout was pretty cool. But no one noticed that the shootout in this confined space was going to have a ripple.

Zuo Jichuan threw down Mu Lao, who was still torturing the other party, and walked over to this side.

A crystal coffin. A corner was shattered. Revealing a delicate face inside. Zuo Jichuan leaned down and looked through the hole. The originally stretched eyebrows were tightly screwed together.

"I can't play anymore. Is it so outrageous? Zuo Jichuan sighed and straightened up.

"Young Master, what do you see?" The white tiger floated over with great interest.

Zuo Jichuan turned to look at the person who was grinning with a cold face: "Don't ask him." I already know what he's looking for. ”

Mu Lao let go of the man's hand and turned his head in surprise. You don't need to ask to know what the other person is looking for?

Zuo Jichuan pointed to the broken crystal coffin: "Does it look familiar?" ”

Everyone else came over and gathered in a circle. Suzaku was the first to laugh: "Don't say it, it looks really similar." ”

The person lying inside had a face that was almost eighty percent similar to the one being tortured. Just by looking at it, you can guess that there are thousands of links involved.

"That's." The white tiger was the first to flip the table.

Holy Tomb, hey! Founding Emperor, hey! For Mao, there are foreigners mixed in, hey!

"Perhaps, there are ethnic minorities in this place." The white tiger is a little simpler than others think, even in China, there are not ethnic minorities who look like mixed races.

Qinglong glanced at him: "A blond head and white skin like an ethnic minority with albinism? ”

Not to be outdone, Baihu pointed at Mu Lao: "There are all rejuvenated people, what's wrong with blonde hair and blue eyes." ”

"Alright, don't make any noise." Zuo Jichuan scratched his hair in annoyance, turned his face to look at the one who was covered in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of the water, "Don't tell me that this is your ancestor." ”

The man gritted his teeth, although he could never divulge the family secrets. But he himself didn't expect to be looking for such a thing.

"I, I don't know. My father asked me to come here looking for someone. I didn't know he was dead. The man bowed his head.

Zuo Jichuan thought for a while: "Jason Smith is your father?" ”

The man raised his head and looked at Zuo Jichuan: "Yes, it's my father." ”

"How did you get to find someone?" Didn't you say that Jason Smith was the only one missing? How did his son come about?

Roger Smith looked a little frustrated: "Father just asked me to come to find someone, and nothing else was mentioned." ”

Zuo Jichuan looked at him, his eyes rolled: "How did you find here?" ”

It is said that no one can find this place hidden for hundreds of years, and there are all kinds of traps and natural ravines next to it, and he can come in because Mu Lao led the way. Suzaku they are directly airborne. But Roger Smith came in with a team of foreigners, is this place really heavily guarded?

"It's because of the treasure map that our family has been passing down for generations." It doesn't matter if they're recruited now, after all, they've already come here. It's really useless to keep this picture or not.

Zuo Jichuan was stunned for a moment, reached out and took out the one in his hand from his pocket, and tentatively handed it to Roger Smith: "Is this one?" ”

Roger Smith raised his head and was shocked: "How can you have it?!" ”

Zuo Jichuan smiled: "Naturally, I found it in this world." ”

Far from being solved, the mystery has become more confusing. Like a ball of yarn scratched by a cat, there is more than a mess.

Roger Smith looked at the map as if he had been struck by lightning. originally thought it was a secret only in their family, and originally thought that only their family knew the way to be reborn in another world, but these people are obviously modern people. Could it be that this is not the Smith family's patent?

"Young Master, do you still want to keep these people?" The white tiger estimated that it might be difficult to take it out. And this Holy King's Mausoleum must be a bit of a problem to come in like this.

Who knows if there will be some moths when they go out. Those who knew the secret now went to God. Not even a lead one.

Suzaku had a gloomy face: "The way out has been blocked." ”

It was supposed to be blocked when they came in. It doesn't seem that someone from outside is doing it, but it is set to automatically block the tomb as soon as the invaders come in.

"So we can't get out now?" Zuo Jichuan smiled coldly.

Just kidding, trying to detain him, it's a fantasy.

"Well, young master, let me remind you, don't use the blasting method to get out, this is unreliable, in case it collapses, we will all have to bury it inside." Just by looking at the sneer on the corner of Zuo Jichuan's mouth, Bai Hu knew what was going on in his head.

A bomb went down, and the tomb was indeed opened. But what if the roof collapses?

Mu Lao sat down cross-legged with a calm face: "Don't worry, wait a little longer." ”

Everyone is confused, what are you waiting for? Wait for someone to open the door?

Zuo Jichuan looked at Mu Lao's appearance, could it be that the mechanism in this Holy King's Mausoleum, Mu Lao knew how to untie it?

Thinking in his heart, he also learned to sit cross-legged with Mu Lao. Suzaku and the others looked at each other and sat down cross-legged. Everyone gathered around Mu Lao, looking at him with bright eyes.

After a while, the white tiger was the first to lose his breath and asked, "Shangxian, how can we get out?" ”

Mu Lao opened his eyes slightly and looked at the white tiger in surprise: "How do I know." ”

Lying in a big groove, you don't know what to play here! The white tiger directly rolled up his sleeves and asked Qinglong to hold it down.

Zuo Jichuan frowned, raised his head and shouted, "Qinglin, did you find the exit?" ”

Qinglin on the periphery swept the entire tomb up and down three or four times, but he didn't find anything like a secret passage. Could it be that this place has gone and never returned? Everyone who comes in will be buried with them?

If you really can't do it, you can wake them up and let them out. What should I do with Ke Mu Lao? Mu Lao is not a person of this era, everyone else can go, but Mu Lao can't go out at all.

"I'm here, there's miniature bombs. It can ensure that the burial chamber does not collapse and blow up the burial tunnel. Roger Smith, who had been silent after the blow, suddenly spoke.

Zuo Jichuan didn't even look back: "Don't think about it, just because the person lying in the coffin looks so similar to you, I can't let you out alive." ”

Moreover, how these founding emperors maintained their youth is still a subject that needs to be discussed.

According to his experience, those who need to maintain their appearance after death have special intentions. So, for what exactly is the reason that these founding emperors are buried together? (To be continued) R655