Zhu Zhigang's face was a little red when he said this, and he was both embarrassed and a little dazed about Song Qingli.

"Hey"

If others don't know the details of Song Qingli, forget it, but what Song Qingli said to him just now is also true, "People are like this, and they always cherish it after they lose it." ”

As Song Qingli said, he was originally a person without any problems, but with the development of adolescence, he became more and more different from others, the pain was painful to the bones, and it was rooted in death, he was diligent in his studies, and his IQ and EQ were all superior, until he later studied abroad, and he never fell behind after work, but only the incident when he was a child has been difficult to let go.

Later, he made a lot of money, but he didn't feel happy, not because he wanted that kind of happiness, but more because of the distortion of his heart caused by his absence.

Zhu Zhigang was a little sympathetic to him, the two of them were quite related, the inheritance of the previous generation was eaten in the same pot, who knew that this generation had calculated each other, before leaving Beijing, Song Qingli also paid to invite the owner of Zhonglang to help him find the treasure, but he didn't expect the treasure to be this?

In fact, each generation of Zhonglang Yin is actually a very righteous person, for the sake of friends, regardless of their own difficulties.

"When I become a real man, I will definitely compensate you, and I can ask for as much as I want!"

Although Song Qingli was still very painful, he did not show half a point on his face.

This guy is easy to find in this world who is ruthless to others, but it is rare in this world to be such a person as good as himself.

"All men, they are dead!"

Zhu Zhigang looked at Song Qingli bowed like a shrimp, and sighed in his heart.

"It's a nice thing here."

I have been nervous before, I didn't have time to see it at all, the scale of this tomb is still very grand, it doesn't look like a dungeon at all, but it looks like a huge palace, the pavilion and small bridge I saw when I came, the courtyard flowed, and there were a lot of carved dragons and phoenixes······

It is rumored that Wan Yan Liang had a very high attainment in the art of feng shui, which was difficult for people at that time to match. The palace he designed is rumored to have disappeared when the Jin Dynasty was destroyed, not by iron hooves, but really missing, and the ruins are not even ruins.

In later generations, some masters said frankly that the court of the gold lord Wan Yan Liang existed at that time, but it was removed by the art of feng shui, except for Wan Yan Liang, who performed the art of feng shui at that time, outsiders had no way of knowing.

Wan Yanliang recorded in history is indeed not a good person, and it may have a lot to do with his experience when he was a child, so what he did seemed to be beyond ordinary people and even a little perverted.

The proportion of women's objects stored in the tomb was much larger than that of men.

Zhu Zhigang also didn't know what he learned from water, or what he was in his own consciousness. When I went down to the tomb and saw the Ming utensils, I always subconsciously wanted to roll up my sleeves and pick up objects to see.

It doesn't matter if you can get it or not, you have to get over it anyway, or you have a little Jiujiu in your heart, and see if there is anything you can take out, so that the world can look at it.

The old man said that their vein is not like the line of the captain of the gold, after entering the tomb, no matter how many treasures there are, you can choose at most one, and you will definitely not be able to take it out if you choose more, but you will always be safe and sound.

He took a fancy to a saucer-shaped jade pendant, the whole body was blue, the pattern on it could not be seen clearly under the light in this tomb, and he felt that there was a feeling of light on the microwave on the light, so he received it into his pocket, "Ah" A scream frightened his heart, and when he looked at Song Qingli sideways, he happened to see that Song Qingli was also looking at him, and his eyes were very wrong.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Qingli's face was extremely bad, purple and black on it, with a half-open mouth, like a demon.

"What do you mean by this grandson?"

secretly scolded Song Qingli's ancestors for the eighteenth generation, this grandson is too conscientious, and his kindness has been arched by pigs.

Is it because I took a piece of jade?

Lao Tzu didn't rob you of the heavenly corpse for the first time, why don't you kick your nose in the face! Do you really think Lao Tzu is a bully?

Zhu Zhigang could see that he really couldn't be a good person, and then he asked in a trembling voice: "What's the drop, Lao Song, won't you have side effects from the transplant?" ”

Song Qingli looked really scary, a few pieces of skin on his face were red and purple, and sweat was dripping down, as if he was about to die at any time.

Zhu Zhigang circled around Song Qingli, and then walked in, the lower body of the hating corpse was still in the coffin, and there were still blood stains oozing from it, motionless.

Looking back again, the upper body of the corpse was no longer in its original position, and Zhu Zhigang panicked suddenly.

I saw a thing covered in white hair, its face twisted hideously, its mouth open, and it wanted to breathe but couldn't.

"What is this?"

Zhu Zhigang grabbed the bag and smashed it down, looked at the ghost thing nervously, and asked, "What the hell is this······ What········ Stuff? Before····· Why didn't you see it? ”

Song Qingli's hand that had been covering the wound was unexpectedly released at this time, and it was empty, and suddenly, there was an ominous feeling.

"There's nothing left······· Just after the operation, there was no more... No more····· Is this fate? ”

"Did your blood splash on Wan Yanliang's corpse?"

Seeing that Song Qingli lowered his head and did not respond, looking like he was silent, it is not difficult to imagine that Song Qingli's blood splashed on the corpse, causing the corpse to change, and the moment of the corpse transformation once again directly deprived Lao Song of the results of his operation.

Zhu Zhigang was a little puzzled, so he had to say: "Let's deal with this thing that is transforming into a corpse first, otherwise when it completes the corpse transformation, then Ken will really have nothing!" ”