"It's solved, my strength is getting stronger, and my awakening is constantly improving."

Jiang Ting slowly calmed down, turned around and jumped up, and jumped into the coffin.

The sound of "rustling" came again, and another blue and white zombie appeared at the door of the east and west tombs, looking the same as the previous one. Jiang Ting frowned, threw the big axe in his hand, and slashed the blue and white zombie to the ground, unable to move.

Jiang Ting stood still in the coffin and saluted in the direction of the jade coffin, his face extremely solemn.

Do unto others as you would have them do to you. Every time he did archaeology, he would ask himself what he would do if it was him or his ancestors lying inside.

The answer is – dig!

Because, digging graves to protect their descendants, even the ancestors would agree.

"The predecessors are the princes of the Han Dynasty, the ancestors have made great achievements, Long Xiang inherits the Han Taoism, and the younger Jiang Ting has bothered the predecessors." Jiang Ting said to the jade coffin.

"Kyushu is stormy, there are strong enemies outside, the predecessors are burdened, when the country is in danger, please help!"

"Where the sun and the moon shine and the rivers go, they are all Han soil!"

"Offended!"

Qi Daotian shook it to the ground, there was a glint in his eyes, and with a "bang", the jade coffin was directly opened by him, and the coffin board hit the coffin.

The bronze coffin pendant on his chest became brighter and brighter, and Jiang Ting could be sure that the bronze he was looking for was here.

In the jade coffin, a long figure was lying there, the person was lying as long as Jiang Ting, wearing a purple brocade robe, wearing a jade wrench finger on his hand, his skin was fair, shiny, and he was the same as before his death.

On his face, he wears a bronze mask.

The bronze mask is as hideous as a ghost, hideous and terrifying.

"Did I open the coffin of King Lanling?" Jiang Ting complained in his heart, after all, King Lanling is not only one of the four beautiful men in Kyushu, but also a representative figure in the Kyushu mask industry.

"Senior, don't bite me......" Jiang Ting bared his teeth and looked at the purple-robed corpse wearing a ghost mask in the jade coffin, and his head was big for a while.

In case the owner of this tomb really opened the coffin, Jiang Ting would definitely press it back for him, and if the corpse was damaged at that time, Jiang Ting would feel a little guilty in his heart.

With a sound of "Zheng", the dagger flashed in his hand, and he took a deep breath and poked towards the face of the "King of Lanling".

The dagger flicked, and the mask was easily removed, unhindered.

"It's okay, it's not sticky." President Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he would definitely be nauseous for several days.

Under the mask was a young face with an ordinary appearance, obviously not the King of Lanling...... Although the original era is not right.

This person looks about thirty years old, I don't know if it is because the jade coffin is made of special material, so that the corpse does not decay, or the bronze mask insulates the erosion of time, the owner of the tomb is as if he is asleep, and his face is the same as before his death.

However, Jiang Ting prefers the latter answer.

Due to the "secret power" of the bronze mask, under the suppression, the owner of the tomb did not become a corpse. Jiang Ting carefully inspected the body of the tomb owner, took away all the bronzes from the Shang and Zhou dynasties in the coffin, then closed the coffin lid and jumped off the coffin.

"There seems to be something unusual in Mrs. Zun's place, and the younger generation will go there, and those guys in the province will disturb Mrs. Zun's peace." Jiang Ting bowed, stomped on the head of the struggling blue and white zombie on the ground, and then walked into the west burial chamber.

The west burial chamber is smaller than it looks like the eastern burial chamber, and it is also full of daily furnishings, but what puzzles Jiang Ting is that there is more than one coffin in it.

"The owner of this tomb still opened a harem?" Jiang Ting's face was strange, "It shouldn't be, only the main wife is qualified to enter here, and other concubines can't be placed in the west tomb." ”

"Could it be that this person is obsessed with bronze madness, and he has to learn the living burial system during the slavery period?" Jiang Ting suddenly felt creepy, as a modern person, it was difficult for him to accept this kind of thought.

There are eight coffins of all sizes in the west burial chamber, seven small and one large, which is completely out of line with the ritual system of the Han Dynasty, and the big one has no coffin lid, and it is empty.

"I'm afraid the big coffin is used to place the soldiers who were buried." Jiang Ting nodded, those skeleton soldiers should have crawled out of this coffin.

Among the remaining coffins, two smaller coffins overturned and were opened, and it is unknown whether it was the work of the skeleton soldiers. Jiang Ting guessed that the blue and white zombies crawled out of this.

The sound of "snort" came, Jiang Ting frowned slightly, and looked ahead, on his left-hand side, a coffin was constantly shaking, as if something was struggling inside.

Jiang Ting didn't think about it, he directly overturned the coffin, and with a "bang", the coffin fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of dust.

The coffin lid was separated from the coffin, and a blue and white palm stretched out, Jiang Ting squatted next to the coffin, observing the zombie palm with cold eyes.

And then...... He saw the hand retract again!

What the heck!

Jiang Ting was dumbfounded, he didn't expect this zombie to be so cowardly, in desperation, he had to open the coffin, and the zombie screamed and tried to escape, but Jiang Ting waved his knife and cut off his head.

"Am I that terrible?" Jiang Ting touched his face, and then took off the bronze mask pinned to his waist, "It should be the reason for this mask." ”

"It's an extraordinary thing to be able to make zombies who have no intelligence, only instinct to retreat." Jiang Ting made a judgment, and the bronze coffin pendant on his chest had stopped glowing and fell silent again.

Jiang Ting stretched out his hand and broke the bronze knife, the bronze blade was slightly bent, and he had a feeling that if he continued to exert his strength, this bronze knife was likely to break on the spot.

"My current strength should be on par with Wen Xi, but there is still some distance from Luo Zhen."

Jiang Ting took a deep breath, his awakening was gradual, even if he was lying still, Jiang Ting's physique was constantly improving, and he caught up with Wen Xi unconsciously.

But it is still far from the level of Luo Zhen's martial arts master, and Liu Zhen, who was in cahoots with Jia Jintang before, is also a figure of this level, but he is far inferior to Luo Zhen in the same realm.

Jiang Ting speculated that once he could "tread the waves" without borrowing external force and relying on his physical body alone, he could be regarded as breaking through to this realm.

The remaining few coffins were also pried open by him, and most of the bodies of the owners of the coffins were decayed, and the only remaining ancient corpse was still well preserved, which should have been filled with mercury or something.

"This should be the tomb owner's wife." Jiang Ting nodded, plucked a bronze hairpin from her head, and put it in her jacket pocket.

"The disturbance here has been cleared, and there is a lot of disturbance, please forgive me."

Jiang Ting took away all the Shang and Zhou bronzes, and put the coffin in place, and then left the west tomb.

"Wen Xi! Xu Tao! Can you hear me?! ”

At the door of the east tomb, Jiang Ting shouted loudly.

"Yes!" Wen Xi's voice came from outside the door, "Director, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Jiang Ting spoke, he picked up the bronze knife and tentatively pried up a floor tile, "There is no rammed earth layer underground, and the soil is not hard, you dig from there, I dig from here, you should be able to get out." ”

Ten minutes later, Jiang Ting, covered in mud, came out of the ground, carrying a bag made of clothes and a pile of bronzes in it.