"Possibly!"

"Withdraw!" As soon as the homeless man took two steps, Mo Xiaobei grabbed the back collar.

"Little brother, it's not that I, Qin Ye, am cowardly, what I am most afraid of in this line of work is going off the fire and water, and the cave is haunted! This thing is much more terrifying than those creatures from another world, after all, it is formless and formless! I can't hit it, I can't touch it! I can only be beaten passively, and the thief is aggrieved!"

"I don't think I've encountered it before!"

"Yes, I've never eaten pork, I've always seen pigs run!" the homeless man suddenly screamed, but Mo Xiaobei grabbed him by the collar and threw him over.

"You bastard! What a grudge, such a grudge against an old man like this!"

Mo Xiaobei sneered.

Is this still an old man? Is it good to be in the prime of life?

The homeless man is a good hand, and he adjusted his position before landing and landed steadily.

However, just after standing firmly, he saw something, his face changed, and he ran towards this side quickly!

Boss Mo was going to stop the other party, but the next moment, a rumbling trilling sound came from the front, but in a moment, he saw a huge iron ball appearing in front of him rolling along the corridor.

One of the necessary traps for the passage!

He grabbed the homeless man's body, and then pressed one hand on the large iron ball that was rolling rapidly under the shocked gaze of the other man.

With a babble, the big iron ball suddenly stopped falling and stood still.

"Damn, don't you want to be so fierce!" The homeless man felt that he still underestimated Mo Xiaobei, this big iron ball weighed at least several tons, rolling from the slope, even ordinary non-commissioned officers did not dare to touch the edge, but he didn't think about it, but was stopped by Mo Xiaobei with one hand.

"Follow me!" Mo Xiaobei said lightly.

The immovable iron ball was pushed forward step by step by him until it reached the fork in the road.

"Left to right?"

"Right! The left is where the big iron ball is placed, so it should be a dead end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xiaobei had already pushed the big iron ball to the right.

Since this iron ball is coming from the left, the people involved in this passage must want the intruder to go to the right, so that they will fall into the trap of the designer.

However, after walking for a while, the two found that there was no road ahead!

"I'll just say, it's a dead end!" complained the homeless man. He suddenly saw Mo Xiaobei patting the wall with his hand, and then smashed his fist on the wall.

I only heard a loud bang, and the wall of the walkway collapsed directly, revealing a spacious underground palace.

Whining

A cold wind blows.

Mo Xiaobei took the night pearl in the homeless man's hand and walked inside.

The homeless man behind him suddenly screamed, "Who!"

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiaobei turned his head.

"Something was pulling my clothes just now!" The homeless man hurriedly followed, leaning closely against Mo Xiaobei's side.

"Rip your clothes?" Mo Xiaobei approached the night pearl to the homeless man, only to see that there was a white handprint on the clothes behind the latter!

The five fingers are strangely short, and they seem to be the palm of a child.

"Could it be the white shadow I just saw?" the homeless man cried.

"You've been in this business for so long, and you haven't encountered anything like this?"

"Of course not! Ghosts only exist in legends, do you think they are really that common?"

Mo Xiaobei glanced at him with disdain, "It's really unworthy of virtue to do this with your guts!"

He retracted the Night Pearl and shone the light forward.

Anyway, it's not that I'm being touched, what are you afraid of!

But I remember that I used to be very afraid of ghosts, and when I watched a ghost movie or something, I didn't dare to get out of bed to pee in the middle of the night.

Now, it seems that there are ghosts around me, but I don't feel anything to be afraid of.

Could it be that the artist is bold?

The hazy pearl light slowly dispersed.

This is like a large secret room, not far away, there is a copper coffin, because it has been placed for too long, a layer of pale green patina has emerged on the surface of the copper coffin, making this scene more and more gloomy and weird.

"Little brother!"

"What's wrong again?"

"That little white shadow has reappeared!"

Mo Xiaobei turned his head to look, only to see a white shadow suddenly disappearing.

Gone?

What the hell is that!

He looked around, however, there was no other light source in this secret room, and his gaze, which he could see clearly in the dark, seemed to be suppressed at the moment, and he could only see a few meters in a radius.

If it is an ordinary person, in this absolute situation where you can't see your five fingers.

"Little brother, look!" the homeless man suddenly pointed to the two stone figures beside him.

"This is the stone man Weng Zhong, with two symmetrical stands, respectively the image of a civil official and a military attaché. ”

Legend has it that the image of Weng Zhong comes from the Qin Dynasty there was a strong man named Ruan Weng Zhong, who was said to be one foot three feet long, extremely powerful, and had been stationed in Lintao and had a meritorious role in conquering the Xiongnu. After his death, the bronze statue of Weng Zhong specially made by Qin Shi Huang stood outside the Sima Gate of Xianyang Palace. When the Huns came to Xianyang and saw the bronze man, they fled because they were alive Ruan Weng Zhong. ”

"If this is the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, it's normal to have Weng Zhong!"

"Hehe, that's nature!" the homeless man looked up at Weng Zhong's head.

This Weng Zhong is more than two meters high, this left and right, civil and military symmetry, generally can be placed in front of the tomb Weng Zhong, definitely not an ordinary character.

Of course, it can't be the First Emperor.

The coffin of the First Emperor will certainly not be so cold.

Maybe it's a big official!

Just thinking about it, his eyes had moved to the head of the civil official Weng Zhong, but what caught his eye was not the expected stone statue head, but a flesh and blood head, and there were still two bloody tears in his eyelids!

"Wow!" the homeless man yelled, and he fell to the ground.

"There are ghosts!

Mo Xiaobei followed the sound, and the next moment, he saw two Weng Zhongtou slowly turning around, and two pairs of eyes with blood and tears suddenly opened!

Rao is Mo Xiaobeiyi is bold and bold, and at this moment, he also feels that his scalp is numb.

There are really ghosts in this Mausoleum of the First Emperor!

Thinking about it, he hurriedly ran away.

"Brother, take me!" the homeless man followed, and after a while he was gone.

In the secret room, Wenwu Weng Zhong was still in tears.

At some point, a short white shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Hahaha!

Wenwu Weng Zhong's flesh and blood head suddenly let out a burst of laughter.

The low white shadow in front of him became clearer and clearer, and he was about to get closer, when suddenly a big hand grabbed his shoulder with lightning speed!

His pale face suddenly looked to the right, and he saw a man looking at him with a smile on his face.

This person is Mo Xiaobei!

Haha stopped abruptly.

Wenwu Weng Zhong's eyes opened wider and wider, and the blood and tears flowed more and more as if they were stimulated, and they continued to fall to the ground along with Weng Zhong, forming a strange text.

"Die!"

Mo Xiaobei looked at this scene thoughtfully, clutching the low figure tightly in his hands.

More and more blood flowed from the fleshy skull, as if it were a sign of something terrible to come.

It's just that Mo Xiaobei is still unmoved.

Long

Weng Zhong's flesh and blood head finally ran away from blood and tears, so he opened his mouth and said, "Ignorant mortals"

Bang, a large brick suddenly smashed on Wen Wengzhong's flesh and blood head.

Bang.

The flesh and blood skull suddenly fell from Weng Zhong's body and rolled to Mo Xiaobei's feet.

The light of the Night Pearl poured in from outside, and the homeless man grabbed the Night Pearl with one hand and such a stone with the other, and while aiming at Wu Weng Zhong, he scolded: "That grandson who was cursed by heaven actually dares to scare you Qin Ye!

With a snort, Wu Weng Zhong's flesh and blood head was smashed to the ground, and a soft straw could be seen from the neck.