They kept walking, turning several corners and walking for about half an hour, when suddenly it dawned on them that they were in a room.

They looked around with their flashlights, and found that the room was small and airtight, and it seemed that it was at the end of the road.

The whole room was empty, it looked strange, and the point was that there was no way, and now I don't know if the bloody corpses behind me have chased after me.

Wang Taifeng walked to the room, walked back and forth in the room with a flashlight, as if looking for something, and finally stopped in the middle of the room. He turned around and called out to his apprentice, and then made a gesture of beckoning, signaling him to come over.

Shen Houzai looked at Wang Taifeng's movements, walked over suspiciously, and when he stopped, he saw a small blood trough.

He looked up again and found that Wang Taifeng had motioned for himself to drip blood into the blood trough again.

"Master, what the hell is going on?" Shen Houzai's doubts deepened, although he said that Wang Taifeng was his master, but he had already dripped blood just now, and he was still a little dizzy at this time, why did he have to come by himself? The master had never been so him before.

"It's not clear for a while now, I'm afraid it's too late, you hurry up, I'll go out and tell you." Wang Taifeng urged.

Hearing that the master said that time was pressing, although Shen Houzai was puzzled, he couldn't care about that, his hand reached above the blood trough, and squeezed the wound that had not healed again, and the blood dripped again.

After a while, the unthinkable scene happened again, the wall in front of them split into two pieces and retreated to both sides, and a few breaths later, a small compartment was revealed in the middle.

Picking up the flashlight, the first thing they saw was a long stone table placed in front of them, and then moving the flashlight up a little, they saw an iron bracket on the stone table, above the bracket, a yellowish and white sword was quietly placed there, after the wall was separated, a cold air soon filled the entire room.

The sword body is Lingran, the whole body is yellow and white, the blade is like frost and snow, and the cold light is pressing.

Wang Taifeng stepped forward excitedly.

"Master, be careful~" Although Shen Houzai was more excited than Wang Taifeng, he couldn't help but remind. Under normal circumstances, the best treasures must be equipped with extremely sophisticated mechanisms.

Wang Taifeng didn't seem to hear it, walked straight to the stone table, took out a tool like pliers from his arms, fiddled with the sword drag a few times, and then reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and picked up the sword from the sword drag with a "rub".

It's also strange to say that the action in one go didn't touch any mechanism.

Shen Houzai couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and the steps he had just taken were retracted. Since Wang Taifeng came out of the bottom of that coffin, everything has become very strange, and Wang Taifeng is like entering his own yard.

Could it be that there is some special record under the coffin?

Without waiting to think about it, Shen Houzai felt a very strong fishy smell coming from the secret passage behind him, and just wanted to turn around, and then suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

His mouth was wide open, his face was incredulous, and when he looked down again, five fingernails pierced his chest.

In the next second, his eyelids trembled, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the sight and flashlight in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

As soon as Wang Taifeng picked up the ancient sword over there, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and saw his last apprentice's body hanging there with his body lying softly, and five long fingernails were exposed on his chest.

"Thick load!" He roared angrily, ignoring the pain, holding a flashlight in one hand and a sword in the other, and ran towards the bloody corpse.

With a "poof", the bloody corpse's hand was withdrawn from Shen Houzai's corpse.

Following the direction of the flashlight, Wang Taifeng finally saw the appearance of the bloody corpse clearly, his whole face was covered by hair, and he couldn't see clearly, blood was dripping down from the two long fangs, and a pair of long fingernails were shaking back and forth. Looking at the clothes on its body are still quite well preserved, there is a cruising dragon rusted on its chest, and the color of its clothes is yellow. Continue to sweep it with a flashlight.

It's clearly a bloody corpse in a dragon robe!

Is there a royal tomb here? It was the only thought that crossed his mind.

It's just that I don't know why, the bloody corpse didn't step forward to pounce on Wang Taifeng, and he didn't even react when he was illuminated by the flashlight, that state was like seeing the bait in the trap, and he didn't dare to step forward, and he was unwilling to retreat.

Wang Taifeng tentatively took the ancient sword and approached the thing a few steps.

Strange to say, every time Wang Taifeng took a step closer, the bloody corpse took a step back, as if he was afraid of the sword in his hand.

In this way, step by step, Wang Taifeng came to Shen Houzai's side. After confirming that the thing in front of him was afraid of the ancient sword, he held the ancient sword in one hand and took the flashlight in the other hand to shine it down, and found that Shen Houzai's chest kept gushing black blood.

He crouched down and reached Shen Houzai's nose with his hand, where there was only air in and no air out, apparently dead.

At this time, the three apprentices he brought, including his own nephew, all three of them were planted here.

Wang Taifeng's heart was full of anger, and the mood that was still a little annoyed disappeared in an instant, and he picked it up, as if his waist no longer hurt, and screamed and slashed at that thing.

said that it was too late, and then it was fast, but I saw that thing flying away like seeing a nemesis, and even fell several times in a panic, and staggered and disappeared after a while.

The situation has changed too strangely, and they will run away in a panic with the bloody corpses that have no way to escape.

Wang Taifeng carried the sword and returned to the previous stone house along the same road, he just walked in, glanced at the coffin, paused, hesitated, but then went out of the room.

Outside the room, he raised his eyes and saw Zhang Miao... body.

It's just miserable, the head and left hand are gone, the stomach has been torn open from it, and the intestines flow to the ground, probably because of the corpse raising place, the fresh feeling of flesh and blood has not disappeared with time, and the whole scene is as if it has just been disemboweled.

Wang Taifeng trembled and held his hands, the anger in his heart reached the extreme, and a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth with a "poof". Wiping the corners of his mouth, his whole body exuded a sky-high rage, and he searched the entire burial chamber for the bloody corpse of the thing, but the bloody corpse seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.

Finally, he remained in the tomb for another week, and only after all the dry food he had brought with him was eaten that he took out of his bag and left the tomb.

Wang Mengmeng's narration is all over here, she spoke very slowly and in detail, and even interspersed a lot of knowledge about tomb robbing, as if she wanted others to hear every place clearly. After she finished speaking, she supported her knee with one hand, held her chin and rested, looking a little tired.

At this time, she gave people a strange feeling, and in a trance she became much more beautiful, dwarfing Wu Liancheng on the side, that sense of mystery and richness produced an aura around her that did not actually exist, and the original terrifying thing gradually ceased to be so bloody, but became a pleasant story, and I don't know if it was because of her story, or because of her, everyone else present was a little drunk, and they were a little obsessed looking at her face.

Everyone stopped talking, as if in deep thought, as if recalling the details she had said, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Wang Shaoyi's heart is also indescribably eccentric, the book Wang Mengmeng said always makes him feel a sense of déjà vu.