The feeling of not being able to breathe is really hard. Yang Hao tried his best to resist this feeling. But the more he resisted, the worse the feeling became. Why is this happening? Could it be that I was really crushed by ghosts? I heard that I had poor physique, bad luck, and being in a place where the yin qi was particularly heavy, and I was crushed by ghosts. Most of the ghosts who like to oppress other people's bodies are scattered souls who stay in the yang world and refuse to be reincarnated, and they do everything possible to invade people's bodies and squeeze out the original souls of the body, so that they can occupy this body. Some are extreme measures taken by unjustly killed souls who want revenge. Although it may not succeed, it can make its enemies feel a suffocating pressure, and it will get some kind of pleasure from it.

Yang Hao believes that he belongs to the former. In the past three years, his body has not been able to recover to its best state, so his body has undoubtedly been coveted by many scattered souls. The feeling of the ghost pressing down on the body almost never stopped. Sometimes I encounter this situation during the daylight when I take a nap. And once you are pressed by the ghost, you can only desperately turn yourself from a sleeping state to a waking state. But the process is very painful. Sometimes I realize that I am not dreaming, I am in the real world, and I can even see people and objects in the real world. But I just can't open my eyes. I just can't get rid of that frightening suffocation!

I must wake up!" Yang Hao roared in his heart, while struggling to open his eyes and trying to shout.

But no matter how hard he tried, his eyes couldn't be opened, and his mouth seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, unable to make a sound.

"There are ghosts, fighting ghosts-" I don't know when, Yang Hao finally broke through the shackles and shouted wildly.

"Kesi, are you awake?Where are the ghosts?" When Yang Hao was able to shout, he also heard several voices in his ears at the same time. Then he saw Heng Qi, Xie Ke, Huang Ran and others.

Yang Hao finally returned to the real world from the realm of "ghost press". However, his mind seemed to be short at this moment, and he could no longer remember what had just happened, why he was lying here, and he couldn't even remember the feeling of being "ghost-pressed" just now.

However, this brief memory gap only lasted for a few seconds, and he gradually remembered what had just happened. He first observed the environment, and saw that this was no longer the main burial chamber, it should be a burial chamber, but he didn't know if it was east, west or south?

And Fu Ying and her father are gone, and Charlie is tied up and thrown aside.

Yang Hao looked at Heng Qi and said, "What about Miss Fu and her father?"

Heng Qi shook his head and said, "I don't know." We were already here when we woke up, and we didn't see Miss Fu and her father. By the way, we seem to have been knocked unconscious by Miss Fu's father. That old man is really ruthless!"

"Her father didn't want our life, but he can afford us. Xie Kekuo said.

Yang Hao turned his head and saw Charlie, puzzled: "Why did you tie him up?"

Before Heng Qi and Xie Ke could answer, Huang ran and hurriedly said: "This scumbag is so hateful, he actually wants to blow us up! We were supposed to kill him immediately, but because we still have to wait for you to ask for instructions, so we left him alive until now." Now that you're awake, you can kill him!"

Huang ran and said, first raised his fist and gave Charlie a few blows, then picked up a stone from the ground and was about to smash it down on Charlie's head.

"Don't mess around, why do you want to hit him?" Yang Hao hurriedly shouted.

Huang Ranran said with a smile: "I don't want to beat him, but I want to shoot him to death! It's this scumbag who is unkind first, so we don't need to say anything to him!"

"Yes, Kesi, this kind of scum doesn't deserve sympathy, let Huang Ran run shoot him to death. We were going to do it, but we were afraid of getting our hands dirty, so we let Huang run to carry it out. Heng Qi also smiled.

"Yang, save me, you can't treat me like this!" Charlie seemed to know that his limit was approaching, and he couldn't help but be horrified, and asked Yang Hao for help.

Yang Hao frowned and said, "Don't interrupt anymore, Miss Fu, what happened to them?"

"Kosi, you should have forgotten about them, that old man almost killed us! Xie Ke exclaimed.

Yang Hao stood up from the ground and said, "Okay, you guys take a rest here, and I'll go to the main tomb to have a look." ”

Heng Qi said: "No need to go, just now when you were unconscious, the monkey and I have already been there, there is only a coffin that has been opened, and a monkey-like corpse covered with white hair, and the father and daughter surnamed Fu are not there." ”

"A monkey-like corpse covered with white hair?" Yang Hao was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, we didn't expect the Black Demon King to be a monkey! But the monkey was so big, at least a thousand times larger than an ordinary monkey! And it seemed that its head was like a monkey, but its body was human, a man. The skin is still intact and shows no signs of decay. The corpse also appeared to be wearing a dragon robe, and it did appear to be a king. "Heng Qikou is like a hanging river.

"The Black Demon King is actually a monkey, or a monkey-headed human body, how is this possible?" Yang Hao pondered.

"Kesi, is this foreigner shooting to death?" Huang Ranran was still holding the tomb brick, making the action of smashing Charlie, and he was already impatient.

"We are righteous people, when have you ever seen him shoot a captive to death?"

Huang Ran had no choice but to throw away the tomb bricks, and at the same time leaned his head over: "Kesi, the Black Demon King is really a zongzi, and it is a white zongzi, and its dragon robe is also a cultural relic, let's get it out and sell it, and live a capitalist life for a few days." ”

Before Yang Hao could speak, Heng Qi sneered first: "Huang Ranran, how did we turn our faces with Miss Fu and her father? Isn't it just for this? Do we want to eat what we said into our stomachs?"

"But that thing has seen the light of day, and it's a waste to put it there, so it's better to contribute to us than to wait until it's weathered, or stolen by other tomb robbers!"

"Where are Miss Fu and Uncle Fu now?" Yang Hao looked at Heng Qidao.

"I don't know. Heng Qi shook his head and said.

"When we woke up, Miss Fu and her father were gone. Xie Ke said.

"Then did they get the 'Lost Key'?" Yang Hao asked.

"I don't know. But Miss Fu left us a message. Heng Qi handed a voice recorder to Yang Hao.

Yang Hao pressed the switch on the pen, only to hear Fu Ying's voice ringing: "Brother Yang, I'm very sorry, I apologize to you for my father's behavior." My father is a person in the rivers and lakes, and everything they do is based on others not hindering them, please forgive him. Brother Yang, my father and I have already obtained a piece of the 'Lost Key', and now we have to find the other eleven keys. There are no restrictions in this tomb anymore, you can follow the map my father drew to get out of here. If there is a fate, we can meet again in the future. In addition, the little sister should remind Brother Yang again, nothing in the tomb can be taken outside, otherwise there will be unforeseen disasters, remember!"

After listening to Fu Ying's recording, Yang Hao suddenly felt a wave of melancholy in his heart: She and Fu Ying were separated in such a way? I don't know when we will be able to see each other again in the future? It seems that she must have been persuaded by her father to find the remaining eleven "Lost Keys". After gathering the "Lost Key", you can open the old coffin of Yinshan Mountain and enter the underworld.

To be honest, "The Lost Key" and "Yinshan Old Coffin" are all unrelated to themselves, and they have actually fulfilled their obligations by reuniting their father and daughter this time. Everything that follows has nothing to do with me.

Of course, even if you want to help Fu Ying or meddle in their affairs, you don't know how to help?

Thinking of this, Yang Hao suddenly smiled bitterly: her father saw them as people who hindered him in doing things, and he wanted to eliminate them. Perhaps for some reason he aborted his operations. But no matter what, he will not become his fellow travelers, and he will never be able to get together with him at all.

Because they're tomb robbers!

At the same time, Yang Hao had many questions in his mind, that is, how did they leave the main tomb and get to this burial chamber? Who opened the door of the main tomb? Where did Fu Ying and her father leave? Where did they go? Where did they stop?

Also, Yang Hao and the others have not seen Shopee and the peasants for so long after entering the ancient tomb, where did they go again? Were they really killed? Of course, Charlie's leader John's gang is also missing now, as if they have disappeared from this world.

Yang Hao listened to Fu Ying's recording again, and then looked at Heng Qidao: "What about the map?"

Heng Qi took out a crumpled carton of cigarettes from his pocket, and the map was drawn on the carton. It can be seen that this Fu Tiansheng's map is very well drawn, almost at the level of a professional cartographer. It seems that this is indeed a veteran of the inverted bucket industry.

This map depicts the outline of the entire tomb, and it can be seen that there is an exit in the middle of a burial chamber, and that exit should be able to lead to the outside. That exit also bypasses traps or obstacles such as the Ghost Wall and the Ghost Pit. It is estimated that it is a convenient route to the ground.

"Kesi, should we go out now?" asked Hengqi.

Xie Ke interjected: "Shopee and the farmer don't know where they are now, why are we in such a hurry to go out?"

"The monkey doesn't want to go out, probably because he wants to spend the New Year here?" Huang ran and ran the Yin Yang Strange Qi Dao.

"Let's go to the main burial chamber again. Yang Hao replied after pondering for a long time.