There is only a copper lock on the left and right, can you be so embarrassed?

I secretly slandered myself, thinking that even if this seven-star lock is mysterious, it can only prevent the gentleman, not the villain.

Listening to my words, Lao Fang smiled dumbly.

"Xiao Dongzi, although the captain who touched Jin was a business of digging graves in an upside-down bucket, he was also a serious soldier under Cao Cao, what rules would they care about?

It's true that your two spiritual objects are abnormally sharp, but can you say that there were no considerable treasures in the hands of the Captain Touching Gold at that time?

A large group of them can't break a seven-star lock, and I think your two spiritual objects are enough to choke. ”

Although I think what Lao Fang said is reasonable, I am still unwilling, I took out the magic test and found that the treasures that were sharpened like clay in the past were powerless in the face of the Seven Star Lock.

Mo Laoha's face was sad, and they all began to wonder if they had dug this gate open from the side and entered the burial room violently.

"No, there are seven star locks guarding, the area around this gate must be as hard as steel, if you want to dig it open, there is no hope, if there is a **, you can still try."

The old side snuffed out Mo Laoha's last glimmer of hope.

"Let me try."

At this time, Zhan Baifeng, who was silent along the way, suddenly spoke up.

Since Bu Nishang left, this goblin has rarely been very low-key, no one cares, nothing is involved, just silently follows everyone.

I saw Zhan Baifeng walking to the front of the gate, grabbing the seven-star lock, his eyes slightly closed, slightly distracted.

After a while, I could see that something was wrong.

There was a faint yellow light flickering on Zhan Baifeng's body, and these yellow lights were like flowing water, slowly flowing into the Seven Star Lock.

After a cigarette passed, the seven-star lock clicked and opened by itself!

At this time, Zhan Baifeng's forehead was sweaty, and he panted slightly: "Fortunately, this lock belongs to me." ”

Looking at the seven-star lock that was like a piece of copper, a trace of longing flashed in Lao Fang's eyes, but this thing was made by Zhan Baifeng with his own skills, and he only had greed.

Mo Laoha suddenly smiled, he is used to being a man, and said at the moment that the earliest agreed distribution plan is still valid, this seven-star lock is not counted, the treasures in the tomb, Zhan Baifeng and I can each take another one.

Strange to say, as soon as the Seven Star Lock was opened, I felt that something had changed, and I even stared at the gate in front of me, and I felt a sense of horror.

Lao Fang and Mo Laoha also noticed that something was wrong, the two glanced at each other, and each thought something to say.

"Old Mo, the situation is not right, get ready."

Lao Fang looked strange, and muttered to Mo Laoha without a beginning or an end.

Mo Laoha nodded, greeted the group of men behind him, called out seven or eight strong guys, and slowly opened the door with his shoulders.

The rest of the people were secretly on guard, according to Mo Laoha, since the door of the burial room was locked, the slaves who were buried at the beginning were probably locked in alive.

These burial slaves, in the tomb, have no way to enter the earth, either starve to death, or suffocate to death, and produce some strange changes, which is normal.

After a creaking and tooth-squeezing friction, a gap opened between the two doors, which would be large enough for a person to enter and exit sideways.

A turbid gas gushed out, and the yin qi was not strong, but it was mixed with the stench of rotting corpses, and the smell was really unpleasant.

Mo Laoha and his gang took out gas masks and put them on for everyone, which is better.

Rao was like this, and we waited in the passage for a long time, until the turbidity in the burial chamber dissipated, and each took off his gas mask, and then leaned over to check.

It was dark behind the door, and he couldn't see anything clearly, Mo Laoha threw in a few cold fireworks through the crack in the door, and found that the burial room was empty, and there was nothing!

That's weird, that's wrong!

What about the burial of slaves? If there were no slaves to accompany the burial, then where did the peculiar stench of rotting corpses in the air come from?

Mo Laoha's face was solemn, and he beckoned his subordinates to bring a remote-controlled car.

The remote-controlled car is equipped with a camera, so you can watch the camera directly from your mobile phone.

The space behind the gate was unexpectedly large, and Mo Laoha controlled the remote-controlled car to walk through it, not only did he not find anything, but the remote-controlled car was out of the signal range and could not be controlled directly......

"Big stick, you come over to Lao Tzu!"

Mo Laoha's face turned blue and yelled at his back.

A young man with a confused face came over honestly.

Mo Laoha scolded with his head and face: "Did you forget your brain and didn't bring it out at home?" How did Lao Tzu explain it to you? Let you buy an expensive remote control car, what do you buy back for Lao Tzu?

I haven't been in for a few meters, and there's no signal, what do you say you're doing? ”

At the moment, I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This young man is really a great mallet, and he deserves such a nickname.

The kid who called the big stick mallet looked ashamed: "Boss, I'm thinking about this thing, let's use it once and throw it away, it's useless to buy such an expensive one, and it's a waste of money, so I bought a cheap one......

What, it's not good that this door is blocked, the signal is not good, I try it in the door, give me the remote control. ”

Afraid of being scolded, the big mallet snatched the remote control from Mo Laoha's hand and went directly into the gate to remotely control the toy car.

Mo Laoha couldn't hold back the fire and cursed a few more words, and then continued to stare at the screen on the phone.

Just as we were all leaning on our phones to check the situation behind the gate, suddenly there was a scream from the big mallet, and we fell to the ground with a bang!

"Spread out!"

Mo Laoha reacted the fastest, letting his men retreat to the back of the passage, and he took out a dagger engraved with runes, staring at the crack of the door one person wide.

Silence returned to the tomb again, and there was no sound at all, Mo Laoha shouted twice, but the big mallet inside the door did not respond.

"Let's get people out first, there's something hidden in here."

The old man came up with an idea on the side, and the old bastard had a bunch of talismans in his hand, and the local tyrant was in a mess.

The gate did not dare to enter again, but fortunately the mallet did not go deep, Mo Laoha found a rope to lasso the mallet and dragged him out.

I saw that the big mallet that was still alive just now was dead and could no longer die, and his entire front face was cut off!

How to say, the head of the big stick mallet was cut off by something from top to bottom, directly along the ear!

Watching the trachea exposed, annoyed and trembling, I couldn't help but retch on the corner.

For a while, the entire passage was filled with the sound of vomiting and the sour smell.

"This is special, it's really heavy!"

The old man looked closer and couldn't help complaining.