The four bronze figures on the serpentine mesa correspond to exactly four numbers, which can be distinguished by their movements.

The wise man's two hands are held high, and he holds a bronze mirror in his hand; The knight rode a horse, with one hand held flat, and held a sword; The craftsman sits on the cobblestone and hammers the iron; With his back to the scorching sun, the farmer planted the seedlings into the field.

He just reversed their direction, and the answer didn't change, but became clearer!

1420, is there any other explanation?

He entered the magic number, and after a few seconds, the door opened inward.

The rotten air hung silently, and horrible cracks spread around every corner, on the ground, on the walls, and even overhead, as if they would collapse in the next moment.

There was no gold or silver treasure, no scary ghoul remains, just a pile of clay pots and iron artifacts left behind, or a pile of worthless fragments.

A square pillar of light shines onto the ground through the lighting channel, white and calm.

"It's weird, is this really a treasure trove? I think it's just a garbage dump. "Alain Bu regrets, are people so spoofed now?

Yin Yun seemed to have been prepared for a long time, he said: "No one will think that in the end it is a treasure trove, everyone's needs may be different, and seemingly worthless things also have their own places to shine." ”

Did the president tell him not to give up when he said something philosophical to himself? However, they did not come here to look for treasures, but to find tools that could suppress the demons, whether they could find it or not, it was not in vain to be able to see the legendary ruins of the ancient Cypriots.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Yin Yun took the initiative to pick up those jars and iron products, starting with the highest and most numerous piles. It's quite helpless, how could a demon hunting device be in such a place?

It stands to reason that Arambou should also go up to help, otherwise he will not be able to live up to this elder who does not hesitate to dirty his hands.

The serpentine crack in the ground may seem dangerous, but it's actually very strong. Every time he stepped on those cracks, there would always be a crunch sound, which was really a danger signal.

The whole cave was getting warm, and it was time for noon. The scorching sun burns my heart, and my heart is about to melt.

"Huh? What is this? Suddenly Alambu touched a gray-brown wooden box, which was bound by several long silver chains, not large, but quite heavy.

Yin Yun also saw it, they cleaned the wooden box out of a pile of rubble, and there were actually two different locks connected to it, indicating that there must be something terrible locked in it. The lock opening is very small, I don't know what to use to open it, there is no such small key here, and even if there is, it may have fallen into the crack.

Alain Bu had no clue, so he might as well just break the box.

Yin Yun saw his intentions and immediately stopped him: "Don't move, let's take it back and find a locksmith." ”

He sobbed unhappily, thinking to himself, it's not your back. But after all, he is tall and big, and it is not a problem to carry such a thing, if he can pry the lock open, there is no need to be so troublesome.

Alain Bu obediently put down his backpack and was about to lift the wooden box and put it in, but suddenly he heard a noise from the other side of the door, and when he turned his head, he found a black hole with the muzzle of a gun facing him!

"Put it down!" Said the man in black uniform who took the lead.

The other party has a gun, he doesn't dare to make a mistake, not to mention that there are a few people who are staring at him with sharp eyes. It seems that the president thinks the same way, and he decisively raises his hands and stands up to show obedience.

Alain Bu gently lowered the wooden box to the ground, and then raised his hand obediently. There were seven or eight of them, and they all looked so mysterious that they had their entire heads covered. Who are they? Well, not a good guy anyway.

"What do you want?" Yin Yun spoke, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

The man with the gun raised his chin, and the man closest to Alain went over to get the box, and did not look at him.

Don't you just want a box? I'll give it to you.

It was right in front of him, and Alain Bu raised his right foot and kicked it forward, sending the wooden box forward with an unstoppable force into the gunman.

The other party's foot was knocked down by the rushing box and fell with his back to the sky. Seeing that the sneak attack was successful, Alain Bu immediately pulled out a short stick from his backpack, but a sudden folding knife killed his intentions in time.

With a sharp pain in his back, Arambu's gaze fell on the man approaching him, and he picked up the stick and slammed it into the head.

The man snorted and fell to the ground without moving. Seeing his companion fall, the two masked men behind him immediately rushed forward, each with a bright sword in their hands.

Looking at Yin Yun's side again, when Alan Bu put down the box, he had already guessed what he was going to do, so after their leader was attacked by the box, he immediately threw an electric knife, first stunned the person who left him, and then stepped forward and flew up with his right foot, kicking the other one in the jaw.

His series of movements were completed in less than three seconds, like a special forces soldier with strict combat training.

Seeing that the leader was about to get up, Yin Yun's eyes were quick, and he rolled forward and rolled around, wanting to snatch the pistol away, but was hit in the face by the opponent's unexpected punch, and there were gold stars in his eyes.

At this time, the black-clothed leader looked at the ground again, and the pistol was gone! When he looked up again, he saw that the deadly muzzle was facing him......

"Okay, can you say that? Who the hell are you? Yin Yun held the handle of the gun tightly and aimed it at the temple of the black-clothed leader.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look.

"Hmph, hahahaha......" The leader laughed unbridledly.

Yin Yun and Alan Bu were silent, not knowing what he was laughing at. If you don't say it, don't say it, it's so mysterious.

"You'll die if you say it."

The two glanced at each other, and Yin Yun said slowly, "Aren't you afraid of dying now?" ”

"Now that we're here, we're ready to accept such an outcome."

Are you sure? I don't believe it. Yin Yun silently pulled the trigger while pointing the muzzle of the gun upwards, however, in the end, all that shot out was a cloud of useless air.

Sure enough, there were no bullets in the gun.

The black-clad leader lifted his elbow and slammed his neck with lightning speed. Yin Yun suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, and was snatched of the pistol by the other party.

** Pop up, crimson flow. At this moment, the golden bullet shows not noble luxury, but a heavy and bloody sense of mission.

Seeing this, Alain's eyes were red, and he rushed like mad to the black Reaper, who was unhurriedly reloaded, and all those who stood in his way were knocked down by him with a stick.

Anger roars, life burns, even if he is scarred, even if the pain is unbearable, he must not die!

The enemy's muzzle slowly aimed at Yin Yun's head, he knew that he couldn't be faster than a bullet, but!

Alan Bu raised his long stick and turned it into a deadly javelin, and just as he threw it, the crack in the thin line beneath his feet suddenly grew.

Hiss...... The ground cracked......