Luo Fatzi's words can really be regarded as insincere, he really wants to open the coffin to win the treasure, but Zhang Qichen and Qian Wenxuan do not agree to open these colored coffins, then he can't help it.

Wu Ze couldn't help but be a little amused when he saw Luo Fatzi's insincere appearance, knowing that this thing couldn't be done, Luo Fatzi still asked without giving up, isn't this blind in vain?

However, it can be seen how strong Luo Fatzi's obsession with treasure hunting is in his heart.

"Little fat man, it's right if you don't want to open the coffin, these are all treasures, you can't move easily, Xiao Zeng, Wei Dong, why are you still stunned there, hurry up and come over to help." Zhang Qichen shouted there.

"Coming, coming......" Hearing Zhang Qichen shout, Zeng Xuhui and Xu Weidong ran over.

So a few of them took out their cameras and took another shot at these rare colored coffins in the Western Regions.

In fact, Wu Ze was also very curious about the things in these colored coffins, but he knew that in front of Zhang Qichen and Qian Wenxuan, there was no chance to open these rare colored coffins in the Western Regions.

So when Zhang Qichen took pictures of these colored coffins one by one, he and Luo Fatzi also circled around these colored coffins.

He counted carefully, there are a total of twenty-one colored coffins on this platform, and the order of these colored coffins is also a little particular, they are not lined up, but a colored coffin is placed in the innermost, and then the other coffins are arranged in a triangle according to the basis of that colored coffin.

From a certain angle, the shape of these coffins resembles a pyramid lying flat.

Wu Ze and Luo Fatzi walked along these multicolored coffins, but unfortunately, on this second platform, there was nothing else except those coffins that were painted in five colors.

And among these colorful coffins, there are no terrifying hidden weapons, which makes Zhang Qichen and several of them do their photo work very smoothly.

Luo Fatzi saw that a few of them were still taking pictures there, so he said to Wu Ze: "Brother Ze, why don't we go to the previous platform to have a look first?" ”

Before Wu Ze could answer, suddenly they heard a "clang" sound from Zhang Qichen's others.

The two of them hurriedly turned their heads to look in the direction they were, only to see that next to a colored coffin, Zeng Xuhui fell to the floor in a daze.

Wu Ze was shocked, and hurriedly ran over and stretched out his hand to pull Zeng Xuhui up from the floor, and then asked with concern: "Xiao Zeng, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Brother Ze, I accidentally fell just now and hit that coffin, alas, mom, it hurt me to death." Zeng Xuhui cried out in pain.

This guy just took a few steps back in order to take the photo more clearly, trying to adjust the angle of the photo, but he didn't think about it, I don't know if he was tripped over something, he suddenly stumbled under his feet, and then the whole person fell out, and his forehead hit a colorful coffin next to him.

Zeng Xuhui, who was in pain, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and he found that his forehead was a little wet.

Zeng Xuhui looked at the ground where he had fallen just now, trying to find out what the culprit who tripped him just now was, but it was very strange, on that floor, there was a very flat stone slab, and there was nothing to trip over at all.

I strangled it, this is really strange, could it be that I just mixed garlic under my feet, and my left foot tripped over my right foot, which caused me to fall? Zeng Xuhui thought to himself in his heart.

Zeng Xuhui, who was confused, looked up at the colorful coffin that he had hit, and saw that there was still some blood left on the corner of this coffin.

But then, he was a little dumbfounded, for the blood stains that had remained on the coffin were now disappearing on the surface of the coffin at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

After a while, Zeng Xuhui, who was a little shocked in his heart, let his eyes widen, and he didn't find any residual blood on the surface of the coffin.

Zeng Xuhui, who felt very incredible, even walked over and touched it with his hand in the place where there was once bloodstains, but still found no signs of blood.

He touched his broken forehead, and if it weren't for the wound on his forehead, which still ached, he would still think he was dreaming.

"Xiao Zeng, what are you doing there?" Luo Fatzi, who had just walked over, saw Zeng Xuhui's unusual behavior, so he asked.

"Damn, this is really the hell, my forehead was broken just now, I obviously saw some blood stained on this coffin, but I didn't expect it to disappear now." Zeng Xuhui replied with some trepidation.

"Wouldn't it? Is there such a thing? Luo Fatzi leaned over with a surprised face.

After Zeng Xuhui saw Luo Fatzi coming over, he pointed to the head of the colored coffin on his right and said: "Fat brother, I just hit this position, and then I saw that the piece had been stained red by my blood, and now, those blood stains are gone." ”

Luo Fatzi looked in the direction Zeng Xuhui pointed, and sure enough, on the head of the coffin, the vermilion paint was very bright, but there was no trace of blood.

"Xiao Zeng, do you think that the blood will be sucked dry by this dry coffin?" Luo Fatzi asked.

These coffins have been placed here for thousands of years, and the wood is already extremely dry, so it is possible to draw a little blood from the surface of the wood.

Zeng Xuhui shook his head and said: "Fat brother, this is not right, to say that the blood was sucked dry by this coffin, but at least there should be a little blood on the surface of this coffin, right?" But you see, there is no trace of blood left on this surface, as if it has not been stained with blood at all. ”

Luo Fatzi walked over and took a closer look, indeed, there was no trace of residual blood on the coffin of this colored coffin.

"Xiao Zeng, were you dazzled just now, in fact, this colored coffin was not stained with the blood on your forehead at all." Luo Fatzi proposed another possibility.

When Luo Fatzi said this, Zeng Xuhui began to mumble in his heart, "Uh...... Am I really dazzled? It stands to reason that it won't be. ”

At this time, Zeng Xuhui was also a little undecided.

Luo Fatzi also wanted to get to the bottom of this matter, so he walked over, and he wiped it with his hand on the position Zeng Xuhui was pointing at, but not only did he find that there was blood on it, but there was not even a little dust on the surface of this colored coffin.