The old prostitute was a few paces away from me, her face was blue and bloodless, and her face was full of nervousness, and I even saw a cold sweat on his forehead.

I don't know if I was too focused on the black sarcophagus, or if the old prostitute didn't make a sound at all, but I didn't even hear his backward footsteps.

Seeing the cold sweat on the forehead of the old prostitute, I also began to get nervous, although I have not known the old prostitute for too long, but with my understanding of him, nothing will make him break out in a cold sweat, even if he has met the thousand-year-old scale corpse and the forbidden woman before, I have not seen him so nervous, and when I encountered those dangers in the past, the old prostitute can always deal with it with a smile, but now the old prostitute is extremely nervous, which makes me a little worried.

Although I have realized that something is wrong at this moment, I don't know where the danger is, but looking at the distance from which the old prostitute retreats, the danger should be on my side, otherwise the old prostitute will not retreat.

Thinking of danger in my heart, my nerves immediately tensed, and my heart began to pound.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I always have an unusual sense of fear. Maybe it's because I've seen the black sarcophagus somewhere, or maybe it's because I saw the nervous expression of the old prostitute, in short, both of these reasons make me even more nervous.

Now it seems that it can be determined that the reason why the old prostitute asked me to see the black sarcophagus was not that he asked me to see the sarcophagus, but that I wanted me to see the inner material of the stone.

After careful examination just now, I can already determine that the material of the black sarcophagus in front of me is something I have seen before, not long ago, and not just once.

Just when I thought about what the black sarcophagus material was, that is, in those few seconds, I also flashed a trace of luck, hoping that I was wrong, but seeing the old prostitute's current expression, I knew that my luck psychology no longer existed.

The material of the black sarcophagus is exactly the same as the material of the black armor brought out in the tomb of the sea of reeds, although I am not a person who has never forgotten it, but I am particularly impressed by the black armor, and I have carefully inspected the damaged parts of the black armor in the company's warehouse, and the stone exposed by the black sarcophagus here is the same.

I don't understand that two different things can be made of the same kind of stone. I wouldn't be surprised if it were any other stone, even a precious agate or a more precious diamond, to make these two different things, after all, those are common to us, and although the raw material is also very rare, this rarity is completely incomparable with black armor.

Before seeing the black sarcophagus, I always thought that this material can only be made into black armor, whether it is from its role to research, or rare raw materials to research, it shows that it is more reasonable to use it to make black armor. But I didn't expect to see here that the coffin is made out of black armor, which is simply incredible.

In the ancient tomb of the Reed Sea, the tomb owner who occupied the magpie's nest was to occupy the tomb of others in order to plunder the black armor of the original tomb owner. It is precisely because he has black armor that he will remain in the state of a living corpse.

I still remember hearing from the little wolf at the time that the black armor is magical, and if you wear it and sleep in it, you will remain a living corpse for hundreds of years, and there is a chance to resurrect it again. It is conceivable that the role and value of the black armor are by no means measurable by money.

Looking at the black sarcophagus in front of me, I had a lot of questions in my heart, but the doubts were not as many as fear. I really don't dare to imagine that a black armor can keep people in the state of a living corpse, so the black sarcophagus in front of me is dozens of times larger than the black armor. It can even be said that if the black sarcophagus is dismantled and made into black armor, I am afraid that hundreds of pieces of black armor will have to be made.

At this moment, I don't know the evolution of the black armor and the black sarcophagus, is it the first black sarcophagus in this world, or the first black armor? What is the source of this raw material? I don't know.

Although I would like to figure it out, now is not the time to dwell on this issue, I am no longer interested in this issue, whether it is the pre-existing black armor or the pre-existing black sarcophagus, it is the same for my current situation.

The role of a black armor is immeasurable, such a large black sarcophagus, how many times stronger is its effect than the black armor? This is even more unknown.

Some things are really hard to think about, and once you think about them, you will feel that it is better not to think about them, because imagination may bring additional psychological barriers and will make you more afraid.

I remember a senior once said that in our industry, imagination is a taboo, do not have rich imagination, let alone combine imagination with the real environment, that will only bring panic to yourself, out of proportion.

To be honest, at this time, I don't dare to imagine that a black armor can make a living corpse, so this black sarcophagus may be able to make something.

It's good if I get a living person, I'll treat him as if he traveled from ancient times, and I can't be a friend, but if he gets a zongzi out, then I'm so close now, I'll definitely have to be tricked.

I thought to myself, the old prostitute had already thought of it, otherwise she wouldn't have quietly retreated. I glanced at the old prostitute out of the corner of my eye, and scolded secretly in my heart, I cāo your eighteenth generation ancestor, you found that there was danger, and you stayed away without even saying a word, it was really fucking not interesting.

I took a look at the black sarcophagus, looked around me again, and found nothing special and unusual, and I was about to move my feet to retreat away from the sarcophagus to the old prostitute.

But as soon as I made the gesture of lifting one foot, before the foot could fall, I heard the old prostitute whisper, "Don't move, I'm stepping on something." ”

He stepped on something at his feet, which instantly made me even more nervous, one foot stood in place, one foot was still raised, and he didn't dare to move, and hurriedly took a flashlight to watch his feet.

My first reaction was that there was the monster under the white sand. To be honest, if it weren't for the old prostitute saying don't move, I would have to take two steps back, after all, I was too close to the black sarcophagus, and if the things in the black sarcophagus came out, I probably wouldn't be able to run away even if I wanted to.

I looked down at the white sand under my feet a few times, and found that the surface of the white sand was very calm, not like there was something underneath, so I slowly put my other foot down, and then turned to look at where the old prostitute was standing.

What the old prostitute said was also heard by Xiao Moyan and Meng Xinrui, and the flashlights of the two people also shone towards the old prostitute.

I had been watching the old lady's feet, and she was standing on the white sand normally, and I didn't see anything under his feet.

Just when I observed the white sand under the old prostitute's feet, I saw that the old prostitute suddenly moved, and his right foot slowly moved forward against the white sand, feeling like he was taking a step, but he never raised his foot.

When I looked at the old prostitute again, he showed a very helpless expression, and from time to time pointed his finger at his moving right foot.

Looking at the gesture of the old prostitute and his helpless expression, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his feet, it was not he who moved it, it was something that was forcibly moving him.