"This old guy must be hiding something."

At this time, I can almost say that there is definitely something wrong with Uncle Nine, otherwise how would he have been following behind our fleet.

In the dim light, everyone's face was full of exhaustion, and the tiredness hit the top of my head, and the pain all over my body tormented me repeatedly.

Half leaning against the bluestone wall, I can't sleep no matter how I lie down.

I squinted at the corridor leading to nowhere, when I suddenly noticed what seemed to be a blurry figure speeding through the darkness.

I had a full view of this scene, and four of the five people around me could no longer resist the exhaustion of their bodies and fell into a deep sleep.

Only the little white face with a mole on his face is still unconscious.

There was no shortage of people in the team, so who was walking through the corridor just now?

For a while, I was also a little panicked, just wanted to wake up other people but was afraid that what I had just seen was an illusion, and a few people were sleeping soundly and couldn't bear it.

I slowly stood up, drew the dagger from my waist, and walked down the corridor where the figure had just flashed.

It was dim in the dim light, and I even began to think that I was really delusional, and my tired body had barely rested well for days.

Just as I was about to go back to sleep by the fire, a glimmer of light flashed through my eyes in the dark.

It was as golden as sunlight, but how could there be sunlight in the ancient tomb.

I raised my guard and slowly groped a few more steps in the darkness, and it turned out that the road in front of me was already a different place here.

At the end was a somewhat narrow, separate burial chamber, from which a golden glow emanated.

The flashlight is still in the fat man's hand, and this guy sometimes believes in me and sometimes is a little jealous, so he controls the light source in the team to death.

Take it back when you're done with it.

"Something."

In the dark burial chamber, I accidentally fell on something under my feet, and then leaned forward with my whole body.

This time it fell firmly on an unknown angular object, and almost hit the head and returned to the west.

I endured the pain and realized that something didn't feel right, and I tried to turn around and wake everyone up, only to find that it was a huge coffin that tripped over me in front of me.

It was covered with thick dust, but I didn't expect it to shake off the dust under this bump, revealing the golden glow inside.

"Gold."

"It's a golden coffin."

I could hardly believe my eyes, even the Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Dynasty did not have the luxury of casting a coffin out of gold after her death.

After all, the refining of pure gold was still a difficult task in ancient times, let alone used to forge such a large coffin.

"Rich."

My first reaction at this time was that I was going to get rich.

The fingers flicked lightly on the coffin in the thickness, and the next second the coffin echoed in the muffled echo.

Then the dust on it all shook down, and a large cloud of dust fell off to reveal a golden gold.

In an instant, the entire burial chamber is illuminated with the same splendor as the treasure depicted in the movie.

"But how to transport such a large coffin, and what is the difference between it and an ordinary coffin if it can't be taken out."

For a moment, I sat on the ground and fell into deep thought, looking back at the people in the corridor behind me, still asleep.

"I've got to figure it out."

No one would be tempted to see such a large amount of treasure, and this coffin made of pure gold is worth about $10 million.

And the value of gold is constant, and it does not depreciate in either prosperity or war.

The whole burial chamber was illuminated by the glow of the golden coffin, and I turned my head to light up the surroundings only to find that this burial chamber was somewhat different from the rest of the tomb.

There are a lot of edges and corners, and if you count them carefully, it is a prismatic tomb, if you follow the angle of Feng Shui gossip.

Then the entrance I just entered should be the Shengmen.

Why did the burial chamber use such a layout, who was in the coffin, and who could lie in such a coffin made of gold.

I'm afraid that the owner of the tomb will not have such treatment.

I was just about to turn around and wake up everyone to help, but I didn't expect a huge black figure to suddenly appear in front of me.

There was already a person standing behind him, and the shadow should be a fat man who had just woken up.

"No matter how you walk, you don't have a sound of footsteps, it scares me to death."

I patted the fat man on the shoulder, and then I realized that I subconsciously regarded him as the real brother of life and death.

It's just that now I don't know where the fat man I know is in the ancient tomb, even if Uncle Nine really has a problem, he shouldn't attack his godson.

The fat man looked at me with questioning eyes, and then at my bare wrists, his eyes full of wariness.

The difference between me and Ganzi A is that all three of them have red ropes tied around their wrists, while me and Little White Face do not.

"I hope you don't walk around until things are clear, and even if there is a situation, you should always say hello."

I politely replied to the fat man's admonition, but when his gaze rested on the huge golden coffin behind me.

My eyes were almost straight.

The fat man was even more greedy for money than I was, and I knew that.

Everyone gradually came to their senses, and they were attracted to the tomb by the light emanating from the corridor, and at this time, even the little white face of the United States, who had never fought for money.

When you see the coffin, there is a greedy look in your eyes, which is the most primitive instinct of human beings, and the desire quietly sprouts in everyone's heart.

I thought to myself, if this is Concubine Jin's coffin, it would be better to open the coffin earlier, and wait until I take the third mirror, and then go to find the fat man and the ninth uncle, and they will escape together.

"What are you still doing in a daze, aren't we here just to get promoted and make a fortune?"

I snatched the folding pickaxe from the fat man's hand and searched carefully for the crevices that the coffin could pry open.

This sentence just now seems to have been agreed by Xiao Bai'er, this time it is for the third mirror, otherwise he would not have experienced such a big risk to go to sea to find the island.

He reached out with me to pry open the coffin, but was stopped by the fat man.

"I don't feel like something is right..., but I can't tell what is wrong."

The fat man's words rang like a bell, ringing the doubts in my heart.

Hearing him say this, he felt that this tomb was becoming more and more strange, and even revealed three points of evil.

How can the tomb owner's tomb be cast into the shape of innate gossip, which itself is not very suitable for the yin and yang in Feng Shui.

What's more, although the gossip in Taijitu originated in the pre-Qin period, someone really carried it forward and preached to the people in the next three hundred years.

From the perspective of Feng Shui, this is not like balancing the yin and yang in the tomb, but more like suppression.

"Repression?"

"Suppress something."