There is no sign of any mechanism, and it appears that there are no obvious mechanisms placed here.

After retreating to the stone platform in front of me, I stared closely at the coffin in front of me, which has been the most dangerous place since these graves.

The coffin in front of him could clearly feel the cold momentum rushing to his face, which was completely different from all the coffins he had seen before.

The coffins I have seen in the past sometimes feel dangerous, sometimes I feel that something is wrong, but this coffin in front of me makes me feel different from all the previous feelings.

The coffin in front of me is by no means ordinary, and I know this very well, and I dare not be careless at the moment.

The filling here is completely different from the one inside the coffin before, and the filling in the gap between the coffins does not seem to have completely become solid.

Through the warm fluorescence of the night pearl, you can vaguely see that the filling inside seems to be flowing.

The force on his hand instantly increased, and although the adhesive in the middle was like a liquid, it was surprisingly much stronger than the solid adhesive I had seen before.

In such a situation, it seems that it takes a lot of force to be able to pull it off it.

The body is highly tense, and by now, the heat flow has recovered to eight or nine, and if anything really happens, with my current body functions, it should be enough to cope with the situation in front of me.

No matter how bad it is, it won't be without a backhand.

After a moment of silence, my whole hand began to exert rapid force, and the rope caused by my hand made a clicking sound, and as I continued to try, the adhesive in the gap in the coffin also made a very small sound.

My whole face turned red, the adhesive was much tougher than normal adhesives, and with constant exertion, the iron-like texture made it feel like there was no way to shake it.

After a moment of silence, the muscles of my whole body instantly tensed to the extreme, and in the middle of that, the heat flow in my body suddenly activated.

The moment the heat flow activated, a huge force traveled along the limbs of the body, and then the sound made by the gap between the coffins in front of me could be heard was noticeably different from before.

In this case, as time passed, the sound of the gap in front of me became louder and louder, and soon with a roar, the lid of the coffin had fallen to the ground.

A pit was smashed on the stone platform on the ground of the huge stone coffin lid wall, and the loud noise between the interactions made my ears involuntarily numb, and for a while, there was an inexplicable sound in my ears.

The moment the vertical coffin was opened, a very pungent smell came from the coffin.

I could clearly see that there seemed to be a wisp of black mist all over the coffin in front of me.

Even with the light of the Night Pearl, there was no way to see what was inside the coffin.

I stared at the coffin in front of me tightly, and my eyes gradually narrowed, although I couldn't see what was inside the coffin, but I didn't feel any sense of crisis.

What can be vaguely felt is a majestic momentum rushing towards the face, just like the feeling of being high when you see a person in a position of authority standing in front of you.

The black mist that filled the coffin seemed to be escaping outward little by little over time.

I slowly took two steps back, from the beginning to the present, I have never figured out the background of this tomb, but judging from the current situation, the age of this tomb is not too long compared to the other I have talked about, it should be around the Ming Dynasty.

However, the carvings around this area are not different from the rough knife work in the early Ming Dynasty, and things look more like the knife work in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

Or maybe it's the style of the Yuan Dynasty.....

But now is not the time to think about this, the most important thing is what these black gases in front of you are, and whether they will pose any threat to the human body.

If these things can really pose a threat to the human body, then the closest to me can be said to be the most dangerous.

I was quickly distanced, and after staring at the black mist in front of me, my pupils instantly contracted to the extreme.

Something seems to be moving in the black fog, and while there is no way to determine what exactly it is, one thing is certain, and what is hidden in the black fog is moving.

These little by little creatures suspended in the black mist look very strange, and there seems to be no way to capture what shape it is.

What are these things?

My whole body was ready for battle in an instant, and I couldn't find any weapons to take advantage of at the moment, so I could only take out one or two tools from my backpack and put them in my hand as an emergency.

With a folding shovel in one hand and an iron drill in the other, the speed at which tools have been consumed has been too fast since the grave was brought to the present.

Now there are only a few tools left in my backpack that can come in handy, and when these tools are completely broken, there will be no weapons that can withstand them.

After a moment of silence, I stared closely at the black fog in front of me, and there were so many small particles moving in the black fog of these parts that it was not so easy to catch the movement.

In order to ensure that the light can be clearly illuminated in every corner, I fixed the night pearl in my hand to the hat on my head.

Although the size of the Night Pearl is not small, its weight is much lighter than the weight of other stones of the same volume.

There is a night pearl fixed above my head, and it can almost be said that it has no effect on my movements.

This feeling is not too different from the feeling of the flashlight above the head before, and the light around makes people involuntarily feel an inexplicable sense of peace.

This kind of light is more comfortable than the dazzling light of a flashlight, and it also gives people a very pure feeling.

The black mist was still closing in on me, and I slowly retreated a little bit along the road.

Soon the black fog had already reached the area in front of him.

I stared closely, my eyes as much as I could on every corner of the black mist.

The black fog doesn't cover a lot of ground.

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