Zhu Zihua saw four huge water tanks in the four corners of the main tomb through the blue faint light that the eight night pearls reflected through the cracks in the stone niche.

He pondered for a while, and soon guessed based on the experience of robbing tombs accumulated a few years ago, those four large water tanks must be the everlasting lamps lit before the tomb was closed.

Zhu Zihua came to one of the big water tanks, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his right hand, and slowly groped in front of the big water tank.

In that big water tank, it was really full of a large vat of oil, and there was a layer of dust floating on the oil, which soaked Zhu Zihua's hands sticky and slippery, Zhu Zihua felt strange in his heart, such a large vat of oil has not been lost for hundreds of years, but the ever-bright lamp has long been extinguished,

After a while, he was secretly happy in his heart, his fingers touched a lamp grass in the oil tank, Zhu Zihua thought at this time, maybe the lamp grass was not very good, after the front end burned out, it sank into the oil cylinder, which caused the ever-bright lamp to go out,

Zhu Zihua carefully pulled out the lamp grass out of the oil tank, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, and felt a burst of secret joy in his heart, although the oil in this tank has been experienced for hundreds of years, with a musty smell, it still has a trace of the fragrance of vegetable oil, and it should still be lit.

Zhu Zihua took out the lighter, and after playing it, he carefully put the flame towards the end of the lamp grass in his hand.

The flame of the lighter burned for a while, and the lamp grass miraculously ignited, and the blue and faint flames mixed with a little yellow soon illuminated the tomb, and the tomb was restored to the splendor of the golden wall.

When Zhu Zihua finished lighting the third lantern, the lighter could no longer be lit because it had been lit for too long and was so hot that it could not be lit again.

The fourth cylinder, shrunk in the corner, was no longer necessary to ignite, because the room was already bright.

Zhu Zihua was not in a hurry to take the eight night pearls, but set his eyes on the small wooden boxes on the four walls of the main tomb.

He walked to the wooden box, looked carefully, and found that although the vermilion paint had fallen off and was a little mottled, he could still see the exquisite pattern on the small wooden box.

Zhu Zihua blew a few breaths on the small wooden box, after the dust drifted away, he found that there was a small copper number hanging on it, which was already stained with patina, he took out a small wire cutter from the tool bag, and gently clamped it, and the small copper lock was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground with a "snap".

When Zhu Zihua opened the lid of the small wooden box, he was so excited that he was about to go crazy, the box full of gold, silver and jewelry, under the illumination of the three lit everlasting lamps in the tomb, emitted a dazzling golden light, and the golden light flashing on the gold leaf on the four walls, reflecting each other.

Zhu Zihua couldn't tell what he felt, his eyes were wide open, and he kept rubbing the jewels in the small wooden box, he thought for a while, and opened the remaining two small boxes, sure enough, they were all jewels, Zhu Zihua poured all the tools he was carrying from the big cloth bag to the ground, and put three small wooden boxes full of jewels into the big cloth bag,

After loading the jewelry, Zhu Zihua set his eyes on the eight night pearls.

He pushed the pile of golden coffins hard, and Zhu Zihua was relieved, he supported the coffin lid with one hand, and jumped on the coffin lid with one side foot.

Zhu Zihua forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, slowly straightened up from the coffin lid, and trembled his hands to the delicate stone niche containing the eight night pearls.

Just as he was about to touch the stone niche, he suddenly heard a "sizzling" sound from the tomb, and a fishy smell came to his nose.

Zhu Zihua was shocked, his hands were raised in the air, and he was so frightened that he couldn't put it down.

In the oil tank where he didn't light the lamp grass at the end, a pair of green eyes appeared, and a long red line seemed to flutter in the air.

Zhu Zihua was suddenly frightened, he didn't expect that the only oil cylinder that didn't let him light it up actually drilled out the head of a big snake.

The big snake raised its huge triangular head, spitting out a long blood-red snake letter, and suddenly jumped straight up from the oil tank, Zhu Zihua only felt a fishy cold air hitting his face, and his feet swept by the strong wind swept by the big snake, blowing spicy pain,

I only heard a loud bang, Zhu Zihua fell, before he fell, he clearly saw that the big snake quickly jumped back into the oil cylinder,

Zhu Zihua breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly glad that the big snake didn't attack him directly, otherwise I'm afraid he would have lost his life at this time.

Before he had time to be happy, he suddenly felt a foul smell rushing in his nose, and his eyes were also black, and something under him was extremely uncomfortable.

Zhu Zihua struggled to prop up his hands, and at this time, the other two ever-bright lamps in the tomb had been swept away by the strong wind blowing by the big snake, leaving only one ever-bright lamp, still flickering with the blue flames.

With the golden light reflected around the tomb, Zhu Zihua still barely saw the thing in front of him clearly, so frightened that he almost turned his back on his breath.

It turned out that he was lying face to face with a terrible dried corpse, the faces of the two sides were not separated by more than half a foot, and the eyes of the dried corpse were closed, and the eye sockets were deeply sunken.

The brown and shriveled skin on the face of the dry corpse was full of wrinkles, and the two rows of yellow-brown teeth that protruded from the lips that had already been shriveled and sunken made Zhu Zihua's stomach feel like a river and a sea, an indescribable sense of fear, his brain was blank, and he only felt a tingling on his scalp.

It turned out that the big snake flicked its tail and swept away the clumsy coffin lid, Zhu Zihua fell straight down from the coffin lid and fell into the coffin of Mrs. Zhou.

After his mind was blank for a while, Zhu Zihua slowly regained consciousness, only to feel that his hands were in hot pain, at this time, Zhu Zihua's idea of escaping for his life prevailed, and a force from nowhere actually made him hold the coffin lid with both hands, jumped out of the coffin, and fell onto the bluestone floor tiles outside the coffin,

The sharp pain in his hands pierced his heart, and Zhu Ziwen, who had just escaped from the coffin, could see clearly through the everbright light, and his hands were pierced by two daggers.

The two daggers, although they lost their luster, were still quite sharp.

Zhu Zihua never imagined that in Old Lady Zhou's coffin, there would be a sharp dagger on each side of his body.

It turns out that folklore has it that if the dead souls are looking for revenge, the most frightening thing for them to approach is the murder weapon that killed them with a fatal blow before they died.

These two daggers, one was stabbed by Wang Liu to Zhou Hao's chest and killed him immediately, and the other was that Old Lady Zhou was lying in the coffin and suspended his breath and faked his death, after smelling the wet handkerchief with antidote that Zhou Hao put on his face and woke up, he took advantage of Wang Liu's greed for the eight jewels and stood on the edge of the coffin, because he was frightened by Old Lady Zhou's sneer, and accidentally fell down and lay on top of the coffin, let Old Lady Zhou insert it in the chest and died.

After the death of the two cronies, before he was about to die, Mrs. Zhou took out the two daggers, brought them into the coffin, and inserted them on both sides of his body, then closed his eyes and swallowed medicine and waited for death.

Old lady Zhou was a hero during his lifetime, and after his death, he didn't want to have unjust souls to trouble his undead, so he brought these two daggers into the coffin, originally to balance the two unjustly killed family members, but he didn't expect that hundreds of years later, he actually pierced the palms of the first and last tomb robber Zhu Zhihua,