Qian Yiduo carefully reached for the seal on the left side of the corpse's head, and moved it lightly a few times, but found nothing unusual.

The seal was black, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust. Qian Yiduo gently blew with his mouth, and the dust and dust that drifted up choked into his eyes.

Qian Yiduo wiped his eyes with a scolding and looked closely, but he didn't know what kind of material the seal was made of. Without thinking, he put the seal in a pocket tied around his waist and picked up the short sword to the right of the corpse's head.

It was a short sword wrapped in an iron shell, engraved with words that could not be distinguished, and under the sword, a jewel-like ornament was tied.

When Qian Yiduo was looking closely, the gemstone ornament on the short sword suddenly fell, and it turned out that the sword silk woven from silk threads had rotted.

Qian Yiduo regretted it, and hurriedly bent down to look around for the tumbling gems, and finally found the gems in a crack at the bottom of the coffin.

He put the gem in his pocket and tried to flick his dagger again. The short sword did not move at all, and Qian Yiduo knew in his heart that the short sword and the scabbard had been rusted and connected together. He didn't dare to be careless, he didn't move anymore, and he put it in his pocket.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a revolving exhale from the tomb. Qian Yiduo was frightened and looked at the general's body in the coffin.

There was no movement for a long time, and Qian Yiduo felt a little relieved, thinking that it might be the wind outside, and the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the mouth of the cave.

Qian Yiduo's biggest target is the complete armor on the general's corpse.

The corpse was lying in the coffin, and it was really not easy to peel him off the general's body completely without destroying the armor, after all, it was already a zombie that had not decayed, straight and would not move.

But it was not difficult for a lot of money, so he took out a piece of rope from his pocket, hung it around his neck, and took out a dagger from his waist and placed it horizontally in his mouth.

Qian Yiduo climbed onto the open coffin, hooked the wall of the coffin board tightly with his feet, supported the coffin board with both hands, and slowly leaned down to face the general's corpse.

Qian Yiduo carried the edge of the coffin with his shoulder, one hand focused on supporting his upper body, and the other hand was free, passing the rope through the gap between the neck of the general's corpse.

When his hand touched the neck of the corpse, although it was a dried corpse, the cold feeling still made him feel a little scared and disgusted.

After the rope was threaded, Qian Yiduo skillfully tied a knot with one hand, and then put the other end around his neck.

After everything was ready, Qian Yiduo slowly adjusted his body, propped his hands on the side of the coffin, and began to slowly lift his neck upward.

Just when Qian Yiduo pulled up the neck of the corpse, he clearly heard a slight "Kara" sound from the neck of the corpse. In the corpse's shriveled eye socket, a small, gray-white eyeball rolled out of its socket and fell into the bottom of the coffin.

Slowly, the entire upper body of the corpse also let the rope strung around Qian Yiduo's neck empty from the bottom of the coffin, and a rancid smell rushed into Qian Yiduo's nose, which was covered with a wet white cloth.

What made Qian Yiduo feel sick to his stomach the most was that the corpse's face was less than ten centimeters away from his face, and the corpse's open mouth was almost kissing him.

Qian Yiduo held back the extreme nausea and fear, stabilized his senses, and tried his best to keep his body and the lifted corpse under him still. Then he freed his right hand, took the dagger in his mouth, and slowly groped around the back of the corpse without seeing it at all.

After half a cigarette, Qian Yiduo finally used a knife to cut the silk thread tied to the armor on the back of the corpse. He slowly reached for the corpse's neck, tried it with his hand, felt it loose, and couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement.

Qian Yiduo adjusted his breathing and began to try to remove the armor from the corpse with his right hand. After about half a cigarette, Qian Yiduo finally completely stripped the armor from the corpse, leaving only a shriveled and emaciated corpse in the coffin.

Qian Yiduo breathed a sigh of relief, and cut the rope hooked around his neck with a knife, and the dried corpse broke free from the restraints and suddenly fell to the bottom of the coffin, making a very dull but eerie sound.

Qian Yiduo slowly moved his body, feeling that it was almost over, he carefully put the armor on his hand lightly on the ground, and then jumped over.

Unexpectedly, when he was jumping off the coffin, for some reason, his right hand slipped, and the upper body of his body fell into the coffin. This jump was not trivial, Qian Yiduo's stomach suddenly turned over, and he couldn't help but vomit it out, covering the face of the dried corpse.

Because, when he fell, he unexpectedly collided with the dry corpse, face to face, and his mouth happened to kiss the corpse's open mouth.

Qian Yiduo vomited a few times, hurriedly pushed the head of the corpse away with his hands, and left the coffin with his own strength.

Just as he pushed the head of the corpse with his right hand, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. After standing firm, Qian Yiduo quickly picked up the emergency lamp placed on the blue brick floor of the tomb and looked carefully at his right hand.

At this glance, Qian Yiduo's soul was scattered, and he actually saw two tooth marks left on his right hand, and blood was still flowing out.

Qian Yiduo shone the emergency light at the face of the corpse in the coffin again, and found that the vomit on the corpse's face was mixed with a trace of blood, which was slowly flowing into the corpse's open mouth.

The blood was undoubtedly left by Qian Yiduo's broken fingers. Qian Yiduo was not afraid of being injured, but he understood that tomb robbers were most afraid of being injured in the ancient tomb. In addition to the legendary curse, it is more likely to be infected with terrible bacteria.

Qian Yiduo didn't have time to think about it, he just wanted to leave with that armor as soon as possible.

He leaned down, picked up the armor, and put it on his shoulder.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "clicking", which made him fall into an ice cave, desperate to the extreme. It turned out that the armor was originally made of silk thread, and after this toss, it finally fell apart, and the bluestone bricks of the tomb were scattered with pieces of iron.

Qian Yiduo scolded his mother a few times, thinking that he had to go back to the outside of the tomb, take down the hemp bag with his tools, enter the tomb again, and bring out all the loose pieces of the armor in the bag. What's more, it is more important for him to save his life now, he must return to the ground and use the liquor in the sack to simply poison the wound.

Qian Yiduo endured the pain in his hands, grabbed the rope hanging at the entrance of the thief's cave, and struggled to climb up.

When he got out of the cave, he breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out a bottle of liquor from the bag containing the tools. Qian Yiduo opened the cap of the liquor bottle, took a sip and put it in his mouth, and spewed out a wine mist at his injured right hand.

He tore open a strip of white cloth and bandaged his right hand briefly, and then he settled down.

Looking around, Qian Yiduo didn't feel nervous at first, and began to think about the achievements of this tomb robbery.

Qian Yiduo remembered the seal in his pocket, and suddenly felt that he was not holding his waist as much as he had begun, which was quite strange. He reached in and touched it, and immediately "clucked" in his heart, secretly exclaiming that it was not good.

It turned out that the seal was actually broken. Qian Yiduo grabbed a handful of fragments in frustration and looked at them, and immediately became angry, it turned out that this seal was actually carved from clay.

He puffed out a cigarette and forgot that he was a tomb robber, and that he had just dug up an ancient tomb, and he sat down on the ground and smoked, forgetting the consequences of being exposed.

After taking two sips, Qian Yiduo suddenly understood that the general's seal was awarded by the emperor or commander of the Qing Dynasty, and after completing the task of commanding the army or dying, it had to be handed over to the military department. It is estimated that after the owner of the tomb died in battle, his subordinates carved a clay seal as a burial object in the shape of a real seal in order to comfort the general's soul.

He took out the dagger again, looked at it a few times, and tried to dial it a few more times, but he still couldn't pull it. Just as he sighed and put the short sword back in his pocket, he didn't expect the rusty short sword with no blade to poke a small hole in the pocket lightly, and the gemstone ornament that was originally hanging on the short sword quietly rolled out of the pocket, but Qian Yiduo didn't realize it.

Qian Yiduo extinguished the cigarette butt, stood up, and was about to enter the tomb again with his pocket. A sixth sense told him that in the darkness, there were eyes watching him.

Qian Yiduo turned around slowly, a bean-sized cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and there were black shadows everywhere around him, and he couldn't see anything at all.

Qian Yiduo has always believed in his instincts, although he didn't find anything, he has already decided in his heart that the terrible eyes in the dark are still staring at him.

His scalp was numb, a chill felt on his spine, his legs began to tremble involuntarily, and his bandaged right hand felt more and more tingling.

Suddenly, he was horrified to see that the faint light from the emergency lamp that was still on in the cave had suddenly gone out, and he clearly heard a long, eerie "ho, ho, ho" sound from the tomb that seemed to be panting.