I'm afraid that this hand will move somewhat, don't hurt me or something. I quickly swam forward, and the movements were very indecent, all the dogs and cats scratched, all used.

I also wanted the iron donkey and the old cat to help, so I simply shook them with a flashlight. They were vigilant and reacted as soon as the flashlight flashed through.

They both turned to look at me. I hurriedly adjusted the light of the flashlight and shone it at the place where the human hand appeared.

But for a moment I was surprised, where is there any manpower? Only the little pit I had dug before. The iron donkey and the old cat saw that I was behaving strangely, and they both swam over again.

The old cat arrived first, and he pushed me hard, what do you mean Leng Shijie?

I pointed to the pit and gestured to "describe" what I had just encountered.

They both saw it, but they didn't believe it. Think about it, we are at the bottom of the lake, surrounded by water, who can hold in the wall and not die?

The old cat waved his hand and told me not to go crazy. The iron donkey took a compromise attitude, leaned in front of the small pit, and shone a flashlight inside.

The old cat waited silently for a while, and I, like him, watched the iron donkey's reaction.

If the iron donkey shook his head again, the matter would definitely be over, and they would not believe me again, but the iron donkey showed an inaccurate expression and turned his head to look at the old cat.

The old cat felt tired of having a cat, so he got closer. This small pit is too narrow, and when two people look inside side by side, it is not that big at all.

The old cat arched the iron donkey, which meant that he stepped aside, and then he himself took possession of the pit, and put his knife in and stabbed him.

The old cat's eyes were poisonous, and he also reacted after being stabbed with a knife. I don't know what the old cat found, but he suddenly sped up the force of his stab, as if he was going to kill something.

I couldn't help the iron donkey in a hurry, so I had to cooperate and raise the gun together to prevent any emergencies.

The old cat's temper became bigger and bigger, and in the last anger he didn't even need a knife, so he took out the knife and skimmed it to the side, and put his whole right hand into it.

The iron donkey didn't want the knife to fall to the ground, so he hurriedly caught it, and after a while, the old cat became more intense, this man is really good, his whole body is exerting, and he also stepped on the wall with both legs.

He took out the tug-of-war posture and pulled it back and forth a few more times, and suddenly he stepped back and his right hand came out.

I could clearly see that he was holding another man's severed hand in his right hand. It is said that facts speak louder than words, and this severed hand tells you that I didn't lie just now.

The iron donkey and I both leaned over and looked at the severed hand with the old cat.

It was all white, but there was no sign of decay, and there was no blood in the broken places. All this suggests that it has not been soaked in water for too long. But I wondered, who the hell was so perverted and buried it in the wall? Also, how did he do it?

The three of us communicated with each other in a gesture way, the old cat still had a plan, I wanted to continue digging it out, to see what else was in the pit, and I and the iron donkey also came to the momentum, and wanted to find other small pits, dig a dig and take a look.

But before we could split up, a ray of light came from deeper in the palace corridors. It was short-lived, and then it disappeared. We were all very sensitive and caught it.

This clearly tells us that there are people in it, otherwise I really can't imagine that any aquarium animal in the lake would have this ability.

The three of us flashlights shone in together, but we couldn't see anything at all. I looked at the two of them and exchanged opinions together, and they all agreed and took the posture of going in and seeing.

The old cat took the lead, swimming with a knife in both hands. The iron donkey then held a flashlight in one hand and a rifle in the other.

I wanted to learn from them, but the problem was that I couldn't swim at all if I held something in both hands, so in the end I put the gun away and concentrated on illuminating it.

We went a hundred meters deeper, and we found that we were almost at the end of the hallway. I vaguely saw a crimson coffin there.

I'm very sensitive to this thing, and I guess who is lying in the coffin, could it be the owner of the palace?

We didn't dare to move forward, and we slowed down one after another. We split into two groups, with me lighting the old cat and the iron donkey focusing on the surrounding walls.

We've been guarding against traps, and when we got closer, we realized that this coffin was different. On the wall of its coffin, trays protrude at intervals. The tray was the size of a normal dinner plate, but on top of it was a blistered, whitish human head.

It's very eye-catching, and the wall of the coffin that I can see alone has three human heads on it.

The iron donkey gestured to the two of us, believing that the heads were too strange and could be dangerous. He tested it with his rifle first.

The old cat and I both nodded in agreement, and we stopped swimming and stopped together.

The iron donkey shoots in the water, and there is a bit of a habit of retaining the habit of shooting on land. He deliberately sank to the ground, knelt on one leg, and snapped his rifle up.

We were still more than ten meters away from the coffin, but the shooting in the water was not very accurate because of the influence of the current. In order to hit three heads, the iron donkey used four bullets, one of which was wasted, and one was a bit off.

The three heads were not fixed to the pallet, and they were all rolled off the pallet by the force of the bullets.

The moment they rolled down, I felt my whole heart go to my throat, but after a while there was no danger.

The iron donkey stopped shooting and beckoned us over.

We gathered around the coffin, and I walked around it completely, and found that there were nine trays on the coffin, in other words, nine human heads, which was quite appropriate for the nine skulls outside the huge gate of the palace.

In contrast, we care more about who lies in the coffin. The old cat touched the coffin board first, and tried to push it hard. It can be seen that his strength is not lacking, but the coffin board is motionless.

Iron Donkey and I went over to help again, and we worked together, but it still didn't work. We are not stupid, we all guessed a possibility, the coffin board was nailed to the coffin.

The old cat beckoned me and the iron donkey to rest, and he took out his twin knives and went through the gap between the coffin board and the coffin wall.

His knife was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it slashed through the gap very quickly. He came in clockwise order, and after walking around like this, he could be sure that there were nine places on the coffin board where nails were nailed, and coincidentally, they were all directly above the tray.

I was a little angry in my heart, and I said that the owner of this coffin is okay? I'm afraid that the coffin board will float away in the lake, right? So many nails? Besides, can he draw an upward arrow above the tray and write a line with a nail here?

Of course, I'm just thinking about it. The old cat was not afraid that his knife would be dulled, so he used it to cut nails.

The iron donkey's dagger was not far off, so I simply went up to help, and I still started to light them up.

But I can't always hold a flashlight and move the place, I have to follow them. This time I changed places again, and before leaving, I could clearly see that there was nothing on the ground.

But when I stood up, and after a while I bowed my head again, I was surprised, because there was a human head next to my feet.

I was a little confused, and I said where did the head come from? Could it be that when the old cat and the iron donkey were cutting nails, they accidentally shook the coffin and caused the head on the tray to fall?

But it doesn't make sense, the coffin is so heavy that they can't move at all, and there's no tray above me standing here.

I was still thinking that they had cut the last nail. The iron donkey also danced to me, so let's carry the coffin board together.

I had to put the head business aside. We each stood in one place. The iron donkey knocked three times on the coffin board, representing one, two, three.

When he hits three, we work at the same time. And I also emphasized just now that we are not pushing this time, but carrying the coffin.

Without the restriction of nails, all of a sudden, we lifted the coffin board very easily, and under the action of water buoyancy, we pushed it to the side again.

It floated away on its own.

We looked at the scene in the coffin again. There was indeed a man lying here, and I looked at his appearance and was frightened for a moment.

He is naked**, but he has a very burly figure and yellow hair, although his eyes are closed, I also recognize it, it is the evil king.

My head is a little confused, and my heart says that the evil king was diving with us just now, and he is not weird or sick at all, why is he lying in this kind of coffin now, especially if you look closely, he seems to have been dead for a long time?

I shook my head in disbelief, my face was not very good-looking, I thought of a paranormal event. But the iron donkey and the old cat are more careful than me, and they can see the clues.

The donkey turned his head to look at me, guessed what I was thinking, and pulled me.

I was startled by him and spat out a big bubble. The iron donkey motioned to me not to panic, and pointed to the dead man's face for me to take a closer look.

I knew that there was something going on here, so I listened to the words of the iron donkey and looked at it again.

This time I found out that this person is not an evil king, but he looks like an evil king, especially to point out that there is still white hair in his yellow hair, and the evil king has no white hair.

Who does my heart say this is? The Evil King's Father? I wasn't so scared for a while.

All we had was this bit of information, and we couldn't make a more careful judgment at all, but after the old cat looked at the dead body from top to bottom, he wrote four words on the coffin with a knife, "Maybe there is a treasure!" ”

I know what he means, the dead body lying in the coffin of such a grand tyrant means that his identity is unusual, and it is impossible for this kind of person to die without anything.

The iron donkey was the first to indicate that he pointed to himself, which meant that he came to touch the treasure.

I watched the iron donkey reach out and touch the head of the dead corpse first, and for a while I had a strange feeling, and said in my heart, aren't we members of the special police special case team? Why are you a grave robber again?