"The beauty of the evening is incomprehensible, often wearing a golden mask to show people, and it is rumored that its auspicious clouds came from the stone mirror to alarm the king."

"King Qin regards him as an immortal and seeks to crack the art of immortality, but he doesn't eat the incense in the world and keeps his mouth shut."

"Therefore, in order to cover the world and lie, he called him the daughter of the Jin Dynasty and named him the concubine of Jin."

"After three years, Concubine Jin finally opened her mouth to guide King Qin to find this immortal island, and then asked King Qin to bury her here, and the opportunity to become an immortal will appear."

It turned out that there was a small line of regular script hidden under the wall on the last mural, but I didn't expect the little white face with a red rope in the team to know a little ancient Chinese.

In a hurry, the fat man asked him to translate the original text to the effect, but he didn't expect this translation to discover a shocking secret.

"So this Jin concubine's name is Xi, and she is not the daughter of the Jin Dynasty, she jumped out of the stone."

And the legend of the fallen country was also made up by Qin Shi Huang, just to give an explanation to the people of the world and hide the fact that there are immortals.

After listening to the translation of the little white face, I couldn't help but repeat the words softly, and this time even the little white face was a little frowning in order to find the third mirror.

Things changed a little too quickly, but anyway, the mirror was still in the coffin, so it was good that it wasn't lost.

It doesn't matter if he is a fairy or not, as long as he takes away the mirror and leaves, from now on Xiaoya and I can live the life of a rich man, and Xiaoyue may return to my side.

Subconsciously thinking of this, the blood in the body couldn't help but boil again.

"Since this fairy daughter has been stuffy in the coffin for so long, it's time to come out and breathe."

I made up my mind to shove the folding pickaxe into the crack of the coffin once more, and tilt it upwards with all my might.

The sharp pickaxe teeth left two deep tooth marks on the gold-cast coffin lid.

"Crunch... Crunch. ”

The sound in my ears couldn't help but feel a little violent, but at this point I couldn't care so much.

The fat man was still looking at the murals on the wall and fell into thought, and the little white face behind me also came over and stretched out his hand to help me pry open the coffin.

"One"

"Two"

"Three!"

The two of us counted the slogans together, and finally suddenly exerted force, and sure enough, the whole coffin was completely shaken open, and this time there was more mist floating inside, recalling the fairy mist depicted behind Concubine Jin on the last mural just now.

It was very similar to the scene in front of me.

Could it be that the content on the mural is true, and that this coffin is not an ordinary corpse, but an immortal?

"I still don't feel right, so let's stop and ask the other people's opinions." ”

At this time, the little white face didn't know why his face changed suddenly, and he whispered in my ear to say such a sentence.

It was as if he was a little jealous, and he didn't know what was scared of him.

"Maybe the coffin hides the secret of why you are exactly the same."

The fat man who was staring at the mural on the tomb suddenly let out a startled sound, as if he had figured out something all at once.

I stood by the coffin and could hear it clearly, and there was a small sound of water and birdsong coming from the coffin.

At first, I wondered if I was hallucinating due to nervous tension, but it wasn't until Little White's face became paler and paler that I realized that he had already heard the strange sound in the coffin.

No wonder they stopped me just now.

At this moment, somewhere in the tomb, Uncle Jiu, Long Zai and the fat man are carefully studying something in front of the iron coffin, if I am here at this moment, I will definitely be familiar with it.

Because the iron coffin between the three of them at this time was salvaged from the Stygian Sea at that time.

At present, the Styx Sea has completely dried up, and only an octagonal old well is left in the huge submarine pit, standing quietly at the bottom.

"The feng shui here is surrounded by yin on all sides, and the whole tomb is like an eye in an ancient tomb, no wonder the iron coffin is used to calm this old well."

"If you open the coffin rashly, it will definitely cause a break in feng shui, and the consequences will definitely be unimaginable at that time, and I estimate that in addition to this black iron coffin."

"There should be coffins made of other materials elsewhere, and the opposite of this place is that it is in the sun's eye of the burial chamber."

No matter which coffin is opened first, it will lead to a great change in the feng shui here, and eventually it will be more vicious.

I stood at a loss as I stood beside the cracked golden coffin, the frescoes around me that had gradually decayed and disappeared after a long period of exposure.

It was as if nothing had happened, and all that was left in the tomb was this very strange golden coffin.

"To open or not to open."

If I just stop like this, wouldn't it be a shame this time, seeing that $10 million beckoning to me?

The rest of the team didn't want to stop it, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the golden coffin, as if all these strange things that happened in the tomb could be found in the coffin.

"It's better not to act rashly first, the fat man is right, I'm too hasty."

I suppressed my curiosity and gradually removed my hands from the lid of the coffin, but I didn't expect that the next second a scene that made everyone shudder suddenly appeared.

There was an extremely white woman's palm poking out little by little along the crack of the cracked coffin, This extremely strange scene, no matter who was present, was frightened.

"Tricked corpses..."

I subconsciously only had this one thought, that is, this coffin could not be touched again.

"What should I do, just run away.

In a second, there were thousands of thoughts in my head, and there was only one most appropriate one, and that was to press the coffin back again.

I don't know if I had a brain cramp to come up with such a good idea.

It's just that when everyone was scared stupid, I couldn't help but stretch out my hands and try to close the coffin lid according to the original stitch.

At that moment, the miserable white palm seemed to grow an eye, and suddenly reached out and grabbed my wrist.

The cold aura instantly spread to the whole body, and a breath of death permeated.

"It's broken."

I closed my eyes and snorted, my heart so scared that I couldn't be more afraid, thinking that I would end up reaping the consequences.

Unexpectedly, the trembling little white face beside him handed over the dagger on his waist and signaled that he could cut off his palm.

He could have done that, but he didn't seem to have the courage to see my companion pulled into a coffin by this unknown thing.

"Auntie and grandma are offended, since you are an immortal, don't worry about me, a mortal."

I shuddered, the palm of the knife trembled, and the hand that poked out of the coffin was so white and bloodless that I couldn't even imagine what the thing in the coffin looked like.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, there was a loud sound like a landslide, and the entire burial chamber shook as if it were about to collapse.

A large piece of dust accompanied by the blue bricks and rubble kept beckoning to the top of his head, and the fat man saw that the situation was serious, and he forcibly endured the fear in his heart and drew a knife to cut off the palm of his hand.

In an instant, a stream of crimson blood spilled out, splashing on the murals in the tomb, and the scene was extremely bloody.

"Run, it's going to collapse here, and if you don't run, it's too late."

The palm of the hand was severed and grabbed my wrist, and I fled with the team down the road, dusty behind me.

Faintly, you can hear the sound of drums coming from the tomb that is about to collapse.

"Knock, knock,"

The sound goes from far to near, as if it is chasing us.