This time, I didn't laugh and scold the old K money fan, I screamed when I saw the yellow metal, thinking it was gold, frowning and observing the small piece of gold exposed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"A pillar made of gold, it can't be!" Shangguan Yaxiong was deeply skeptical of the material of the pillar.

The pillar is a miniature version of the palace pillar, but it still has a diameter of about twenty centimeters, up to several meters, and its weight can be imagined, if it is cast in gold, how much gold must be needed to cast a pillar, and there is not only one pillar in front of the Hall of Eternal Life.

Everyone approached the pillar to watch, scraping off the black paint on the pillar one by one, revealing the true color of the column, the yellow column, and even the red.

"It can't be brass, right?" It is not only Shangguan Yaxiong who doubts the material of the pillar, but also the pangolin, he has never been to the tomb, if there are gold bracelets or utensils, he absolutely believes it, to say that the cylinder is made of pure gold, this is really incredible.

I looked closely at the surface of the pillars that had been scraped off the black paint, and even the nails that were fastened to the yellow metal, leaving a faint imprint, judging by the color and hardness, the pillars were not brass, but probably made of gold.

"Yes, it is indeed golden." The pangolin studied it carefully, and said with certainty.

"Gold, this is a fortune, we are still looking for that Menzi jade seal, and directly get a golden pillar to go out, we will definitely make a fortune." As he spoke, Lao K even fell into the thrill of being a rich man.

I don't pay attention to the old K, the density of gold is very high, just the round pillar in front of me, if the whole root is moved, it is impossible to leave the underground palace without modern tools.

I took out the bronze dagger from my backpack, the bronze dagger was a bright weapon in the dungeon, the tip of the knife was against the small golden pillar exposed, and the tip of the knife immediately sank into the pillar.

"It's gold, no doubt." I finally came to the conclusion that the previous gold refining was not very pure, but it still maintained the properties of gold, which was soft.

"Look at you poor ghosts, you can't walk when you see gold, can you move such a big pillar back?" Zhang Zhongliang leaned over and scolded.

And I did find out that the Zhang brothers were not interested in the golden pillar at all, perhaps because of the experience of tomb robbing.

At this moment, there was no way to get out of the column, not even to take it down from the palace, and no one had brought cutting tools.

"There's no way to get rid of the golden pillar, let's think about getting something else, but before we can do that, we'll have to save ourselves from danger." Zhang Botong glanced at the oil dumplings and ghost bones coming from the right side hall, they were already very close to us.

"So many, run!" In this case, running and then hiding is a more effective and safe way, and it is also the most instinctive way for people to deal with it, so Zhao Linsheng said.

"Run, that's not what Captain Jin should do." Zhang Zhongliang said coldly.

If it weren't for the large number, with experience, we wouldn't have to be afraid of oil dumplings and ghost bones at all.

Zhang Botong held the demon subduing sword drawn from Ah Ming's blood zongzi in his hand, and it was no problem to deal with the oil zongzi, but the real problem was how to deal with the ghost bones that the mercenaries had turned into.

"Qin Qi, are there still oil dumplings in the hall?" Zhang Botong turned his head and asked me.

I nodded: "There are a lot of zongzi in the hall, just like the ham hanging in the ham storehouse, and no one knows how many there are." ”

I tell the truth, the oil dumplings in the matching hall must not have all come out, the key is that this is only the oil dumplings in the right matching hall, and I don't know the situation in the matching hall on the left.

"They don't come out to bother us anymore, just forget it." Zhang Botong looked at the gate of the side hall on the right, the gate of the side hall was already calm, and there were no oil dumplings gushing out.

I roughly counted the oil dumplings that were moved to us and said to Zhang Botong: "There are nearly 20 of them now, plus six bones." ”

"I'll deal with the oil dumplings, and you can find a way to deal with the ghost bones." Zhang Botong himself took on the task of dealing with oil dumplings and told us.

None of us agreed, no one dared to agree, but Zhang Botong thought that we agreed by default, so he nodded: "Okay, it's decided!" ”

I turned my face to look at Yang Gang, and among our group, only he and the pangolin knew a little about the dirty things in the dungeon, and then asked him, "Yang Gang, how to deal with ghost bones?" ”

"No way, try it the way before." Yang Gang looked at the ghost bones that came and looked at the white bones stained with red flesh, and he didn't know if the old method was feasible.

The old method that Yang Gang said was to use brute force to scatter the ghost bones, for the ghost bones thousands of years ago, this method has been tried and tested repeatedly, and no one has tried these six new bones.

No one had a better way, so everyone looked for their own tools, sapper shovels, iron rods...... Everything that could be used, including the mercenaries who had tried to use guns before, also picked up the sapper shovel at this time.

"Everyone, prepare!" Zhang Botong held the Demon Suppression Sword tightly with both hands, this time his task will be very heavy, one person will deal with twenty oil dumplings, and he can't touch the grease on the oil dumplings.

"There's no blood on the sword." At this time, I saw that there was no trace of his blood on Zhang Botong's sword, so I reminded him.

Zhang Botong frowned, glanced at the blade, there was really no blood, helpless, he had to re-scratch the wound on his finger, smear the blood on the blade, these three times, Zhang Botong was enough, bloodletting several times, I felt sorry for him.

At this time, I was curious and didn't know that other people's blood vessels didn't work.

Because the road leading from the side hall to the hall of eternal life is not very wide, it can only accommodate three oil dumplings side by side, as long as Zhang Botong is blocked in one place, constantly waving the sword in his hand, the oil zongzi that touches the sword smeared with blood will be cut, and it will be cut like a winter melon.

"Huh-" Zhang Botong waved the first sword, and the belly of the oil zongzi that hit the head in the middle, and instantly a big hole appeared on the belly of the oil zongzi, and suddenly lost support, the center of gravity of the upper body of the oil zongzi shifted, and fell to one side, and in a blink of an eye, the whole zongzi fell to the ground, making the back zongzi have an obstacle to action.

The action of the oil dumplings is fast and a little slower, slower than the action speed of the ghost bones, and it is not how they are discussed, but the oil dumplings are in front, followed by the ghost bones.

The first oil dumpling fell down and became an obstacle for the oil dumplings to move forward, and the ghost bones behind pushed the oil dumplings forward, so that Zhang Botong saved a lot of trouble, he just had to stand and wave the sword, and the oil dumplings would crash their bodies into the demon sword.

In this way, in a short time, Zhang Botong split off seven or eight oil dumplings, and for a while, a pile of dried meat was piled up in front of him, like a New Year's market in the wax moon, full of bacon full of fat.

The grease on the oil dumplings will not splash when the long sword slashes, so even if Zhang Botong killed seven or eight oil dumplings with tears, not a drop of grease on his body was stained.