At this time, I did not shy away from saying what I thought in my heart, and gradually my greedy heart gradually calmed down, thinking that if I really pried open the coffin just now, maybe I would cause some great disaster.

The originally dark burial chamber was illuminated with gold, and the top of the coffin facing the burial chamber was painted with the pattern of innate Tai Chi.

Although I don't know much about Feng Shui in the tomb, I have learned a little bit about the time I experienced with the fat man.

In addition, Wu Laogou's diary also describes a lot of feng shui, and some inverted bucket masters can even find dragon points if they can rely on their feng shui attainments.

"What to do, whether this coffin is open or not."

I'm a little struggling with it, but I know I'm not alone.

At this time, I vaguely realized that I had overlooked one person, and that was another Ganzi who looked exactly like me in the team in front of me.

He doesn't seem to have said anything since he entered the tomb, and the mystery of the twins doesn't seem to matter much to me at the moment.

On the contrary, the third mirror was hidden in the coffin in front of him, but he couldn't make up his mind, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed when he thought of this.

"I remember that gold is also a thing of extreme yang and yin in feng shui, in case there is really some monster in this coffin."

If we pry it open like this, won't it all be finished?

It was the little white face with the red string in his hand who spoke, and his appearance was almost exactly the same as that of the American little white face, except that I vaguely noticed that the color of his hair and the color of his pupils were completely different.

To be precise, this guy doesn't look like an American, but a living Chinese, and even the accent of his speech is very different from the little white face I know.

I don't have time to think about the role this guy plays in the fat man's team right now, and the Third World Mirror is a must-win for me.

Even if there is really any monster in this coffin, can't such a huge Taiji diagram on the ceiling still stop him?

I puffed up my chest and continued the work at hand, and the fat man did not stop me again, and I knew that everyone in the team wanted to find out who was in the coffin.

At this time, curiosity has gradually overcome the fear in the heart.

"Someone helps."

I gritted my teeth and reluctantly pried a gap in the coffin, and a faint white mist drifted out of the crack.

This scene was clearly seen by everyone, and the financial spread spread on the eight walls gradually merged into the walls, and the next second something very strange happened.

Eight frescoes emerge from the entire wall, brightly coloured, as if they were the work of skilled craftsmen.

It seems that this is also a mechanism that was originally hidden in the wall, and only when the tomb robber pries open the coffin will gradually become apparent.

At this moment, I had to stop what I was doing again and carefully study the mural on the wall with the fat man.

The flamboyant mural is simple and clear, but the content of the first painting above made me break out in a cold sweat.

It was a huge, smooth stone, polished like a mirror, standing quietly in the belly of a huge mountain.

The next picture is the cracking of the mountain, which seems to be an earthquake, and then the Qin people discovered this place and carried this huge stone mirror out.

When I saw this, I couldn't help but reach out and wipe the cold sweat running wildly on my forehead.

"How does this stone mirror and the mountain feel so similar to the huge and strange stone in the belly of the mountain that the fat man encountered during his adventure."

"Could it be that the stone has existed since the pre-Qin period, and was later discovered by Qin Shi Huang."

None of the things in the belly of the mountain can be moved, otherwise it will cause natural disasters and ominousness, which is a shocking secret that I vaguely discovered with the fat man.

At the moment, I don't have to wonder what the next mural will be.

Sure enough, although some of the patterns on the walls were partially corroded by the seawater this time, you can still faintly see the bones all over the field, which should have suffered a terrible natural disaster and flood.

When I saw this, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, and the patterns on the murals were very old, and the remaining ones were a little unclear.

After being shrouded in the white mist, it quickly dimmed, and I had to hurry up and read it thoroughly, otherwise this time it might become a regret in my heart, which could never be erased.

Originally, I was shocked enough by the strange rocks that appeared on the mural, but I never thought that the content of the next mural would be even more shocking to me.

From here, it seems to be another piece of content, with a mural detailing an old man on the Windy Immortal Ancient Road.

He carried a sword on his back, and he held a dust whisk in his hand, and he looked like a wind fairy ancient road, which was fascinating.

I squinted my eyes and looked at the painting carefully, and I always felt something familiar.

"It's... This seems to be the old Taoist priest who sealed the coffin in the tomb of the general of the Yuan Dynasty, how could he appear in the ancient tomb of the pre-Qin era at this time. ”

I was completely flustered this time, the difference between the Qin Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty was nearly 1,400 years, how could this guy not die of old age.

Could it be that I was dazzled, but the charm of the old man in the mural was depicted by the craftsman very expressively, and even the color of the clothes was almost the same.

"It can't be... This is impossible, can it be said that there are really immortals in this world who can withstand thousands of years. ”

I leaned on the coffin and couldn't help but whisper to myself, how could a plot that was originally only in a storybook appear in reality?

"But if this old man is really a god, how can he appear in the ancient tomb murals of the pre-Qin period, the connection between the two makes no sense at all."

I knew that the mystery in front of me was a huge secret that almost never existed, and that no one could solve it for me, except to have the patience to see what the next mural would be.

The next picture finally goes straight to the point, and it seems that it should be the Jin Concubine herself in front of him.

There are only two or three murals left on the eight walls at the moment, and although the colors are distinct, some of them have not been able to withstand the erosion and decay of the years.

She wears a golden mask on her face and is invisible, and her fair skin is lifelike under the painting of the craftsman, as if she is living in a mural.

But my gaze stayed on the mural, the bronze mirror she was holding, and the mirror had two palm-shaped tentacles sticking out from the left and right.

It is no different from the mirror of the third world recorded in ancient books, and we almost lost our lives because of this broken mirror.

At the same time, there is a special detail that attracts me, and that is that the picture behind her is a hazy cloud.

It seems that the clouds in the sky set her off so extraordinary, like a fairy.

This does not seem strange, after all, the ancients longed for beauty, but there was a trace of black mist in the clouds.

Faintly I could make out the outline of a door, and the mist was coming from it.