Han Mo rolled his eyes, "They have so many pairs of eyes staring, do you think it's possible?" ”

"I'll know if I tried it."

"Brother Xu, what are you muttering to Brother Han?" A voice suddenly came from behind him, and Xu Zhongyong's body tensed suddenly. He turned his head and grinned, "I didn't say anything, just asked him if he had found the real coffin." ”

"Oh, really?"

Xu Zhongyong nodded like pounding garlic, "Really, there is no falsehood." ”

"But that's not what I heard......"

Xu Zhongyong immediately showed a smile that was more ugly than crying......

"Don't be stunned, open the other three coffins and take a look." Han Mo took some time to open the remaining three coffins. The three coffins were a scimitar, a wooden box, and an iron chain......

Everyone looked at the object in front of them in a daze, and no one spoke.

Halfway, Xu Zhongyong asked, "Brother Han, how much are these items worth?" ”

Han Mo didn't answer, but said slowly: "These four things may be the magic weapon of that Taoist priest. ”

"Ritual weapons? Isn't that a good thing? ”

"It's a good thing, but ordinary people can't use it......"

"Huh?!"

Hearing this, they were dumbfounded.

"Brother Han, do you want to swallow it alone?" Han Mo shook his head and pointed to the iron cable, "Do you know what this is?" ”

"Isn't it just a broken chain? This thing is worth two cents for selling scrap metal. ”

"This is the Soul Hook Rope, a special weapon for ghosts."

"Devil's weapon?!"

"That's right."

"What about the other three?" Han Mo picked up the scimitar, pulled the knife out of its sheath, and a compelling aura came to the surface. Xu Zhongyong and the others couldn't help but shudder and shrank back.

"What a heavy!"

"Brother Han, there are a few words on this side......"

Han Mo flipped through and took a look, and three distorted fonts came into view, "Blood Drinking Knife!" ”

"Is this knife the legendary knife that sharpens iron like clay?"

"Try it with a shovel."

A shovel was handed to him, Han Mo held the scimitar and chopped it, the scimitar and the shovel touched, making a sound of gold and iron, and the next moment, the shovel was broken, and the fracture was very smooth.

Han Mo was shocked, he didn't use his true qi, but just slashed it like this.

Sharp like this, it is definitely a high-grade magic weapon.

"Damn, that's amazing."

"Ma Dan, is this scimitar a murderer without blood?" Before the words fell, they saw that Han Mo had cut his fingers and dripped blood on the blade.

Then, the blood disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sound of sucking was faintly heard.

Xu Zhongyong, they couldn't help but feel numb in their backs......

The scimitar was returned to the sheath and handed to Xu Zhongyong. Who knows, he took two steps back and hurriedly waved his hand. Han Mo raised his eyebrows, "Don't want it?" ”

"No, this scimitar is too dangerous."

"What about you?"

"We don't want either, if we're not careful, our lives may be taken away by this scimitar." Han Mo smiled, "Since that's the case, then I'll reluctantly accept it." ”

"Brother Han, what kind of treasure is that wooden box?"

Han Mo put down the scimitar and picked up the wooden box. The wooden box is made of sandalwood, which exudes a faint fragrance, mixed with a medicinal fragrance.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, thinking, could it be a pill in the wooden box?

I couldn't wait to open the wooden box, and sure enough, it was indeed an elixir. The pill is round, pale green, and exudes a strong medicinal fragrance.

Take a sip and it's refreshing.

Han Mo scraped it a little bit with his fingernails and put it in his mouth. Xu Zhongyong and the others stared at him with wide eyes......

Half-ringing, Han Mo said slowly: "Ganoderma lucidum, ambergris, blood soul grass...... Bai Ganzi ......"

"Brother Han, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about medicinal herbs." They stared at the pill in Han Mo's hand and asked, "Is this pill a good thing or a bad thing?" ”

"This is a good thing, a life-saving elixir, as long as you have a breath, take this elixir, or it won't be long before you run alive."

"So hanging?"

"yes." Han Mo divided the pill into two halves, put half of it into the wooden box, stuffed it into his sleeve, and handed the other half to them, "Although the pill has a wonderful effect, the body of ordinary people can't withstand that much medicinal power.

I'll take half of it, and you'll divide the rest." It is not a serious illness, so do not take it lightly. You can't take too much, just a little bit. ”

"What about saving a half-dead man?"

"Severe Illness Under Fierce Medicine ......"

"Understood." Xu Zhongyong took the pill and began to divide it. For this kind of good thing, none of them was willing to give up half a point, and finally discussed a solution. After leaving, find a precision instrument to score.

Han Mo's gaze fell on the Sifang Ding, and secretly guessed that this Ding might be the medicine tripod of alchemy.

He didn't have much interest in refining medicine, so he thought about giving the medicine tripod to Xu Zhongyong and them. They are all busy people, and they have to have some benefit by working tirelessly for half a day for their own business.

Han Mo was about to speak, but Xu Zhongyong's brother suddenly said: "Brother Han, when I studied the tripod before, I found that there were three words at the bottom of the tripod. ”

"What word?"

"Demon Refining Ding."

"That's right, this tripod is indeed used for refining medicine."

"It's not medicine, it's a demon!"

"Demon Refining Ding?" Han Mo was stunned, picked up the tripod, opened the lid, and looked at it carefully, sure enough, there were indeed three words 'Demon Refining Ding' at the bottom.

I really didn't expect that this tripod in front of me would be a demon refining tripod!

"Just listen to the name and know that this thing is not simple......"

"That's right, refining the demon ding, putting the demon soul and demon spirit into it, you can refine the demon soul and demon spirit into an elixir." Han Mo smiled: "This is really a good baby." ”

"How much is it worth?"

"I don't know ......"

"Brother Han, it's useless for us to refine the Demon Ding, you can keep it."

"Will you give it to me?"

"It's enough for us to have elixir...... Now in these days, the rich are the most likely to get sick, and when they come across one and sell the pill, isn't that a lot of money? ”

"In that case, then I'll take it."

As for the Soul Hook Rope, it was even more useless to them, and Han Mo also accepted it.

After the things are divided, it's time to get down to business.

Han Mo walked quickly to the ruins of the ancestral hall, pinched it, found a good direction, and laid out the formation. Those who can cast a necromancy spell, he dare not despise.

Therefore, it is necessary to be fully prepared before digging up the coffin.

After the arrangement was ready, Han Mo beckoned Xu Zhongyong and them to come up, and after explaining clearly, they used the Longquan Sword to smash the floor, and after that, they started digging again.

Not long after, a pitch-black wooden coffin was dug up.

There is a heavy evil aura lingering on the surface of the coffin, and at a glance you can tell that it is not a simple thing......

"You're all ten meters back."

"What's wrong?"

"The evil qi is too heavy, open the coffin, the evil qi will definitely rise to the sky, you are just ordinary bodies, you can't withstand the impact of the evil qi." Han Mo said.

"Understood, let's step back."

After they withdrew, Han Mo's palm covered the coffin, and the true qi was frantically out, dispersing the evil qi. Only then did he realize that the coffin was not black, but brown.

It's just that the evil aura is too heavy and obscures the original color of the coffin.

Han Mo's face became more and more solemn, holding the coffin with both hands, and he was about to open the coffin. A cold breath blew from the front, and he sniffled and looked up sharply.

The smell of blood?

Not only that, but it is also mixed with ghost and corpse energy......

Could it be that there are ghosts and zombies guarding this coffin? Han Mo took two steps back, pulled out the Longquan Sword, and forced the evil qi back......

"I'd like to see what kind of person you are!"

Swish!

The long sword fell, and at this moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the wall behind it and went straight towards Han Mo.

"Brother Han, be careful."

Clang!

Han Mo swept to the side, and the black shadow dodged dexterously. Looking closely, a thin figure was in a mess, with chaotic aura all over his body, and the ghost qi and corpse qi were entangled, which was very weird.

"Where did you come from?"

"You can't move this coffin." The black shadow grabbed his face and said word by word.