At this time, although the fire was raging outside, the sarcophagus was still very cool, and there was not even a trace of smoke. However, there is still a slight heat coming in from the sarcophagus wall, and the temperature is still rising. Maybe it won't be long before the inside of this sarcophagus will become like a steamer, and Yang Hao will not be able to escape the fate of being roasted to death after all.

However, Yang Hao's attention is now on the white-haired ghost, and he doesn't particularly care about his life and death.

Therefore, what he is most interested in now is, where has this white-haired imp gone? From a materialistic point of view, this white-haired imp is absolutely a material, not an ethereal ghost! As long as it is a substance, it will not disappear from this world for no reason!

Could it be that there is some secret channel mechanism in this sarcophagus? Yang Hao's heart moved, and he immediately stretched out his hand and knocked everywhere in the sarcophagus. But he knocked the sarcophagus all over again, but he didn't find any secret tunnels. What's going on? Could it be that my guess was wrong?

The sarcophagus was getting hotter and hotter, and Yang Hao's heart couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Suddenly, he kicked hard somewhere in the coffin. Unexpectedly, his random kick actually hit the mechanism—it should be a subtle bulge in the corner of the coffin. Originally, he could have figured it out with his hands, but his mentality was a little anxious, so he didn't touch it at the first time, but was kicked by his wrong kick.

The bottom plate at one end of the sarcophagus suddenly sank downward, revealing a Hessian hole. Yang Hao didn't care about what was down there now, and immediately turned over and jumped down......

"Click" He fell into the graveyard one floor below. Fu Ying's voice immediately reached his ears: "Brother Yang, what you entered just now is a fire cave, which is specially used by the owner of this tomb to deal with tomb robbers, and even my father does not dare to trespass...... But it's good that you can come out, and it seems that my dad is not wrong. ”

"Yingying, there is no portal at one end of the passage, only this end has this tomb, how can this become a fire cave dedicated to dealing with tomb robbers?" Yang Hao wondered.

"The road to the main burial chamber is at the end of what you said there is no portal, and you all know that the tomb demolition bricks open a gap to enter the fire cave, why don't you know how to use this way there?" Fu Ying asked rhetorically.

"Ah, so that's the case, it seems that I'm really smart, but I've been mistaken for being smart...... Alright, Yingying, please talk about the next test. ”

Fu Ying didn't answer, but she cried profusely.

"Yingying, what's wrong with you?, what are you crying about?" Yang Hao didn't understand what Fu Ying was crying about, so he couldn't help but look up.

"The test is over, I'm waiting for you in front. Fu Ying's crying stopped again, but her voice was still a little choked. After Fu Ying's words were finished, a light suddenly lit up somewhere, and it was the light of an electric light. This shows that Yang Hao's previous judgment was not wrong, and there is indeed a power supply system installed in this ancient tomb.

Yang Hao followed the light and walked forward. After walking more than ten meters and turning a corner, I entered a large burial chamber of about fifty or sixty square meters.

The chamber looked like a normal chamber except for its lack of windows, and there were no distinguishing features that would make it associated with a chamber.

But it was indeed a burial chamber, because in the center of the room were two huge coffins of golden silk nanmu. What puzzled Yang Hao was that in front of the coffin on the left was a huge black and white photo of Fu Tiansheng, and there was a white flower on the frame of the photo, which was the kind that was adorned with the portrait.

Yang Hao's heart sank: "What's the matter? Is Uncle Fu already dead?"

Yang Hao's gaze was projected in front of the coffin on the right again. I saw that there was also a posthumous portrait there, but the posthumous portrait was a very beautiful woman, a little similar to Fu Ying, but it could never be Fu Ying, because the woman on the posthumous portrait was at least in her thirties, and Fu Ying was much younger.

Behind the two golden silk nanmu coffins is a huge leather sofa, a beautiful girl is sitting on the sofa, the girl's cheeks are still hanging teardrops, it is Fu Ying. What puzzled Yang Hao was that there was a white creature squatting at Fu Ying's feet, looking like a macaque, it was the white-haired imp from before!

Judging from the intimacy between the white-haired ghost and Fu Ying, could it be Fu Ying's pet?

"Yingying, what's wrong with you?" Yang Hao stepped forward and asked.

Fu Ying pointed to the sofa and said, "Brother Yang, please take a seat." ”

"Yingying, what's wrong? What about Uncle Fu?" Although Yang Hao knew that Fu Tiansheng might be dead and was lying in the coffin, he still didn't dare to believe this fact, so he asked more tactfully, trying not to stimulate Fu Ying.

"My father, he's lying here......" Fu Ying pointed to the coffin with Fu Tiansheng's portrait on it.

"Yingying, please mourn and change. Yang Hao's expression immediately turned solemn. Although he didn't have a good impression of Fu Tiansheng, this person was at least a generation of tomb robber masters, so he still had some respect. At the same time, because he is Fu Ying's father, even if there is no more, can't he write it off on Fu Ying's face?

"Brother Yang, my father is not dead. He just lay in it to recover, and he also wanted to be here with my mother. Fu Ying said lightly.

"What? Your father is not dead, then how can he lie in this box? How unlucky!" Yang Hao scratched the back of his head.

"My father fought with the Heavenly Corpse Blood Woman this time, and he was very badly injured, and he was unable to return to the state before the injury in his lifetime, so it was impossible for him to complete 'that thing', but he was not reconciled, so he wanted to find a capable person to assist me in completing 'that thing'. And that person is you. But he was still a little skeptical about your abilities, so he arranged such a test. I thought that this test was completely under control and there would be no problems, but just now in the fire cave, I almost killed Brother Yang, so my little sister had to stop this test. ”

"What the hell is that 'thing' that your dad needs me to help you do? Also, I still can't figure out why your dad was lying in this unlucky box and got such a big portrait of himself?"

"I'll tell you about that later. The reason why my father wants to lie down here is actually to accompany my mother and atone for the sins of the year. Also, my father said that although he is still alive, he is no different from a dead person, and this coffin will eventually be his thousand-year-old house, even if he does not lie here now, he will eventually lie in it in the future. As for the posthumous statue, he himself prepared it for himself a long time ago, and he never had these concepts of auspiciousness and inauspiciousness in his mind. Because the tomb robbers did something that was originally a loss of life and a bad year, wouldn't it be ridiculous to talk about any auspicious or unlucky thing? Let's go back to 'that incident', my father said that he wanted Brother Yang to assist the younger sister, but in fact, it is better to say the other way around, it is to ask the younger sister to assist Brother Yang. But even if Dad didn't ask for it, Xiaomei already planned to come to participate in Brother Yang's special group, not only to help Brother Yang, but also to help Xiaomei herself. ”

"Yingying, are you going to join the special group? real or fake?" Yang Hao was overjoyed.

"Of course it's true. Okay, Brother Yang, let's go outside, and when the little sister tidies up a little, we will go to Shuangta Town with you. ”

"But didn't your father say he wanted to see me?" Yang Hao scratched his head.

"My father is a fake death now, how can he see you?"

"What? Your father is a person who faked his death? Will he be in danger? Do you want to be sent to the hospital for treatment?" Yang Hao said in surprise.

"My father's suspended animation is very similar to a kind of retreat method in yoga, once he enters a state of suspended animation, he may not wake up for several years or more than ten years, which is also a way for him to treat himself, in order to restore his ability to a more normal state. Therefore, in the present situation, it is impossible for him to see you. Fu Ying explained.

"Oh, I see. Although Yang Hao listened to it in a fog, he could only pretend that he understood. At the same time, he turned his gaze to the coffin next to him, "Then is your mother also in a state of suspended animation?"

"My mother is really dead...... "A faint sadness flashed in Fu Ying's eyes.

"I'm sorry ......"

"It's nothing, let's go out. ”

Finally, I left the dark tomb and saw the bright sunlight again. Now Yang Hao and Fu Ying are sitting in the living room of Fu Ying's house, slowly sipping tea and wine, chatting about some things. The white-haired imp also sat at the table, grabbing the fruit on the table from time to time and peeling it to eat.

"This white-haired imp is still cute, what's its name?" Yang Hao's gaze fell on the white-haired imp.