There are no less than 100 ancient tombs of all sizes that have been stolen by Uncle Nan, and there are hundreds of coffins made of different materials that Uncle Nan has seen.

Because all the ancient tombs that have been preserved, their tomb owners must be either rich or expensive, so it is impossible for there to be only one coffin in each tomb, and in the ancient tombs of the Spring and Autumn Continent Period and the Zhou King Continent Period that Nan Sanshu participated in stealing, there are even living people who are buried. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of these people who are alive and are buried with their deceased masters are poor people who have been waiting for their masters all their lives, and most of their identities are their personal maids, maids and concubines, if they are in the palace, they are palace maids, and even princesses, they may still be in their youth, or they may be old, but no matter what, they have not reached the time when their longevity is exhausted.

But no one had pity on them, neither the dead nor the succeeding slave owners, nor the families of the dead slave owners, who had to go to their burials, because the older masters died.

After the tomb door of the tomb was mercilessly blocked, these people breathed the last breath of lifeable air, ate the last bit of food and water that could live, and then they would sit down very quietly, just sit down quietly, helplessly, and sadly waiting for their lives to enter the countdown.

When more than 2,000 years later, when Uncle Nan and his tomb robbery team entered these living hells that had been sealed more than 2,000 years ago, the first thing they found was these martyrs who fell horizontally beside the tomb owner.

They used their skeletons to tell the third uncle of the south their desire for life. How much they wish they could live, even if they lived for a minute or a second.

Of course, Uncle Nan doesn't believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, let alone seen a ghost and a god with his own eyes, Uncle Nan just thought so, so he held the Luoyang shovel tightly, felt that there were some cadres in his mouth, and after swallowing his saliva, he tiptoed towards his left "Bang... Syllable.. Syllable... "The rattling coffin walked ...

"Xiuwen, Dunru, is that you?" asked Third Uncle Nan whispering into the coffin. Of course, I'm afraid that even Uncle Nan himself knows very well that no one answers him.

The coffin, which was placed on two benches, was still very willful. . . Syllable... Syllable... The ground sounded, and the sound became louder and louder, and the frequency became more and more numerous, until in the end, it actually developed to the extent that it made Uncle Nan deafening and creepy.

Third Uncle Nan just stood in front of the coffin for a while, and then in his own subconscious, a voice told him: "Run~", so he turned around and turned around, and ran forward desperately.

Uncle Nan ran forward with "willing to eat and willing to eat", and secretly planned to say: "Although it is said that the front is not illuminated by the torch in his hand is dark. But somehow, it's better than my own 'snap... Syllable... Syllable... 'The rattling coffin is ten thousand times better. ”

However, Uncle Nan soon found out that he was not only wrong, but also wrong, because he was desperate to find that every time his torch illuminated a place in front of the ground, two coffins parked on both sides of the road would be activated, and then, it would emit the same annoying "pop" as the pair of coffins on the bench just now. Syllable.. Syllable... Sound.

Uncle Nan held a torch and held on to the Luoyang shovel, and soon ran past ten households, that is, behind him, there were already twenty coffins that had been activated.

Needless to say, and no need to think about it, if you run a few more steps, you will meet the coffins parked on the side of the road, one left and one right, and after you pass them with a torch, they will also let out a "pop... Syllable.. Syllable... "The ground sounded.

Of course, this is not the strangest thing that Uncle Nan San thinks, the most strange thing about this Fengmen Village is that the layout of the houses here is all east-west, and the doors of each family are closed, and there are two benches at the gate of each house without exception, and there are a coffin that has not been nailed on these two benches without exception.

"Why, this room is silent and pitch black, and the coffin parked at the door is crackling?" Uncle Nan said to himself, frightened and tired from a whole day's journey, he couldn't run anymore, so he stopped to rest for a while, and then after he took a breath, he turned around, opened his bloodshot eyes, pointed to the coffin and roared:

"Could it be that you, these people from the closed door village, are all sleeping in this coffin???" As soon as Uncle Nan's words fell, he saw a loud "bang" in the two coffins on the bench closest to him, and then the lid of the coffin fell to the ground, and at the same time, from the open coffin, Uncle Nan really saw that inside, one on the left and one on the right, two pairs of trembling human hands with pale skin stretched out respectively.

"This... This... This... What the hell is this place?" said Uncle Nan in horror, and as he spoke, the lids of the eight coffins not far away were also lifted off after a loud "bang", and similarly, a pair of trembling and pale human hands also stretched out from each of the black coffins.

In the same way, the most unbelievable and terrifying thing is not over, at this time, the "door sealer" who was originally lying in the coffin, at this time, at this moment, grabbed the edge of the coffin with both hands, and then, with a force, sat up straight and straight in the coffin.

These people who sealed the door just stretched their hands out of the coffin, and Third Uncle Nan didn't feel terrible, after all, it was quite normal for such a weird place to cheat a corpse or something, but once they sat up, it was another matter.

Just listened, the experienced Third Uncle Nan, his eyes opened all of a sudden, and then he spit out a sentence in passing: "Oh, my mother~", and then after rolling and crawling on the ground to make a "dog planing style", he turned around and ran forward desperately.

Third Uncle Nan, there is no way not to run at this moment.

Because the people of Fengmen Village who stood up from the coffin are less than everyone Uncle Nan has seen in his life, as a "person", the most important thing.

"Head~"

Yes, they, these people in the closed village, regardless of men, women and children, all have no "head", they, these people in the closed village, without exception, were ruthlessly cut off from their necks, but although they have no heads, they can still use their swollen and shrunken stomachs to let out a low wail like a baby:

"Give me back~"

"Give me back~"

"Give me back~"

To tell the truth, it was the first time that the third uncle of Nan had heard the sound of the ghost crying so closely, and he lost his mind, holding a torch in front of him and running forward like crazy, while the people without heads in Fengmen Village followed closely behind the third uncle of Nan while shouting. Everywhere the fire went, the coffins on the side of the road on the benches were also opened one by one after making loud noises of "bang", "bang", "bang", and more creepy sealers walked out of it.