Yes.

In Mark's view, this is a case of tomb robbery caused by cultural differences.

The culture of the Eastern Kingdom is broad and profound.

If nothing else, let's just talk about the expression language of this flower in the Eastern culture.

It can communicate the two worlds of yin and yang, and can bring the dead back to life!

Those who understand naturally understand that this is a rhetorical device used by our ancestors to compare it to exaggeration or personal emotion.

But what about those who don't understand?

It's better to describe a certain artistic power.

Look at what the ancestors had to say.

It can raise up the dead and flesh and bones!

Listen up!

If you don't understand it, you can believe it if you don't even think about it, and think that there really is such a person......

Actually?

It's all!

There was a pause.

Mark re-led Vogel through the passage and directly to the legendary soul chasm.

No Richard or Laura was present.

Whether it's Mark or Vogel, naturally they don't really think that this is the so-called Grand Canyon of the Soul.

Standing on the cliff, Mark looked down.

Dry bones all over the place!

It's not so much the soul chasm as the Dry Bone Canyon lives up to its name.

Directly put his hand on Vogel's shoulders and leaped to the opposite side.

Looking at the wall of masks looming out of the wall in the darkness, Mark straightened his clothes and said lightly: "Let's go, the air quality in this place is too bad, finish your errands early and go out early." ”

The situation is clear.

In this case, Mark is right about everything.

Vogel followed behind Mark without saying a word, fully defining his position as a follower.

Under the Eight Masks.

"Prayer in Himiko ......"

"Shut up!"

“……”

Mark glanced at Vogel and said, "You didn't bring Richard down, but you made a cameo?" ”

Vogel opened his mouth, and chose to follow his heart very wisely.

Mark shook his head, and directly opened his mind to support the two of them, and then the violent car turned over the entire passage.

Bang bang bang!

Thundered!

Subsequently.

In front of Vogel, Mark's strength starred in what is called the drama of flattening the world all the way.

What kind of slate has fallen?

What kind of wall shoots poisoned arrows?

Mark took Vogel directly to the valley of Queen Himiko's burial as if he were strolling through the court.

In the darkness, a three-story wooden building loomed in front of it.

Mark stomped on his toes, fiddling with the loot he had just gotten behind him.

Six naturally occurring gemstones of different colors that resemble large pebbles.

Red, yellow, black, blue, white, green.

Shaped like a square, it sparkles in the darkness.

I took it in my hand and felt a sense of weight, and there was no trace of cutting corners at all.

It is...... Some of the little ones are angry.

What about the eight masks that I said.

Shouldn't there be eight gemstones?

How is it only six pieces?

Crash!

Turning the six gems into the air, Mark directly pulled the emerald of the six gems in front of Vogel and said, "The one who sees it has a share, give you one." ”

“…… Thank you! Vogel took the gem and thought for a moment, then silently put the emerald into his right pocket.

As for the left? Loaded with tweed!

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said, "Let's go!" ”

If you change green to purple or some other color, Mark is not so generous.

But the green one?

Mark always felt weird, not a good sign.

It's better to give it away.

Half ringing.

Click!

The two walked into the three-story building, their feet on the wooden floor in disrepair, listening to the creaking sound under their feet.

If you come to this place alone, you will probably be scared half to death.

Compared with Vogel, who was a little nervous walking behind, Mark in front looked at the wooden coffins on both sides with great interest.

The bones of a thousand maids in the wooden coffin are neatly arranged, giving people a sense of hierarchy at first glance.

Worried about the resurrection of these maids?

A group of bone scum, although the telekinetic detection fails, the means of attack are still there.

Not to mention that all of them have been resurrected.

Even the white bone maids scattered throughout the canyon, Mark moved his eyebrows and admitted that he had lost.

Not much!

Mark throws an object again and again with his right hand.

The object glows through the sky, turning darkness into daylight.

Stark Industrial's military-quality flying lights illuminate for three hours on a half-hour charge.

Wild camping, mining and tomb robbery are worth having!

Wait until the light is on.

Behind him, Vogel couldn't help but stretch out his arm to block it in front of his eyes.

After getting used to it, I put down my arms and squinted my eyes to see the time.

A coffin was placed not far away.

It's just placed so brightly, for fear that others won't know.

Mark looked around, trying to telepathize.

But just like just now, the telekinetic probes are all lost.

That's it.

Mark thought to himself.

Directly under Vogel's gaze, he once again took out an automated scanning device that was half a person high.

After taking out the power bank, Mark turned on the phone, and then operated it like a tiger under the gaze of Vogel.

Ding Ding Ding!

The automated scanning equipment was running, and the round equipment on the top was opened, and from it, more than a dozen small devices that seemed to be the size of flies emitted a spectrum of red light flew around!

The disappearance of telekinesis does not mean that modern equipment cannot be operated.

It didn't take long.

A clear spectral floor plan is displayed on the instrument's display.

Mark took one look.

He frowned, raised his head, and fixed his gaze on the coffin in front of him.

In addition to the spectrum of known elements, the remaining unknown elements are in the coffin in front of them.

Mark's right hand is outstretched.

Under the movement of telekinesis, it was like a gust of wind blowing through, blowing away all the dust covered on the coffin, revealing the coffin's true face......

Although the whole coffin is in a modest shape, it is carved with a painting that looks like a hellish scene.

The whole is black, and the paintings are densely packed with rune-like symbols.

Could it be that this coffin is a sealing circle?

Mark couldn't help but think!

Subsequently!

Mark turned to look at the non-existent Vogel and asked, "Open?" ”

Vogel was stunned for a moment and then said tentatively: "...... Open, right? ”

Mark nodded.

Let's open it.

In terms of horror, he has a demon girlfriend who has escaped from hell?

Next second!

Boom!

The coffin lid in front of him could no longer be suppressed, and it directly burst out and smashed on the floor, instantly splitting apart.

“@%#*（￥&￥……#”

The moment the lid of the coffin was opened, a voice that seemed to be whispered sounded in Mark's ears.

It's not really going to be a corpse.

Mark thought a little excitedly.

Fraudulent corpse.

This is the most classic part of the tomb robbery.

But!

After a while, there was no movement other than the sound that had been heard at that moment......

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

“…… Well! ”

Mark took the little transparent Vogel and moved towards the coffin, waiting for his eyes to be in the coffin.

A lifelike beauty who seemed to be asleep lay quietly and peacefully.

It's just that......

In a flash of effort.

The beauty in front of her turned into a white skeleton at a speed visible to the naked eye under the gaze of Mark and Vogel.

The sense of picture is instantly bursting......