These three-inch nail rats have two lives on their hands, Xiaolingwei has long hated him, Jiang Yongguang gave an order, and the remaining Xiaolingwei rushed up, pushing the lid of the sarcophagus, and sealed him in the coffin without saying a word.

The rumbling sound of the coffin lid moving echoed in the dark burial chamber, and it looked very poignant!

When the lid of the coffin was sealed, we couldn't hear the rat's voice clearly, no matter what he shouted in the sarcophagus, it was also a dull "whining" sound to us, which showed that the coffin was quite well sealed.

At first, the rat tried to talk to us, but after a while, it changed to a desperate banging on the stone wall of the sarcophagus, making a muffled "knock knock" sound.

After a while, he may have lost his stamina, and he turned into scraping the stone wall with his fingernails again, making a "squeaking" sound.

This reminds me of the scratches I saw on the inside of the coffin before, and I can imagine that those sarcophagi may have sealed the living as they do now.

As the minutes and seconds passed, the sound of the rat's nails scraping the coffin became weaker and weaker.

This sarcophagus is very well sealed, and I am afraid that it will not be long before the air inside will be consumed.

At this time, Xiao Liang asked worriedly: "Officer Jiang, do you really want to suffocate that mouse to death in the sarcophagus?" ”

Not only Xiao Liang, but other Xiaolingwei also stood up and persuaded:

"Dayong, I think it's almost time, right?"

"Yes, Dayong, just scare and scare him, if you don't open the coffin, I'm afraid you'll die!"

Jiang Yongguang has a special identity and is not an ordinary person, just because he is a public, so he can't know the law and break the law.

The three-inch nail is right - knowing the law and breaking the law, the crime is added to the first!

He also understood this, so he decided that Jiang Yongguang didn't dare to do anything to him.

It's a gamble!

Bet on who is more courageous! Who is more ruthless!

Both sides are betting with their lives!

If Jiang Yongguang couldn't use his thunder wrist, then it would never be possible to ask a word from the mouth of the three-inch nail!

But once he misses, not to mention that the public's job can't be saved, I'm afraid that he will have to pay for the life of this inverted mouse!

I also sweated for Jiang Yongguang, because there was gradually no movement in the sarcophagus, and the three-inch nails were completely stopped.

Xiao Liang couldn't help but urge: "Officer Jiang, hurry up and open the coffin, there is no sound anymore!" ”

Several Xiaoling guards couldn't hold their breath, and they were ready to remove the coffin lid.

Jiang Yongguang raised his hand to stop it, and said in a deep voice:

"Stop! Don't open the coffin yet! If that mouse really has three long and two short, I will bear all the consequences! ”

Colleagues did not dare to disobey his instructions, so they had to silently withdraw their hands.

After another minute, the sound of fingernails scraping the coffin sounded in the sarcophagus again, and Jiang Yongguang snorted coldly: "This mouse was really pretending to be dead just now, and now is the time when he is exhausted." ”

When the sound stopped this time, Jiang Yongguang calmly gave an order: "Open the coffin!" ”

The filial piety guards hurriedly pushed the lid of the coffin and slowly opened the coffin, when I suddenly smelled a stench wafting out of the coffin, and instantly guessed that it should be the rat who was incontinent due to excessive fear or coma.

The taste was so bad that I almost threw up on the spot.

Several Xiaolingwei who opened the coffin also retched.

Jiang Yongguang was a ruthless man, he was not afraid of this stench at all, he walked straight to the sarcophagus and took out the already unconscious mouse.

At this time, I saw that the mouse's face was as white as paper, and his head, face, and neck were full of sweat.

Jiang Yongguang pressed him to the ground and began to pinch his people hard.

It took a full two minutes for the mouse to wake up.

When he opened his eyes and saw Jiang Yongguang, he immediately scolded, and then glared and said, "Holy shit, do you really want to kill Lao Tzu?" Okay, you get it, you kill Lao Tzu, you have to pay for Lao Tzu's life! ”

Jiang Yongguang sneered: "Pay for your life? Make your spring and autumn dreams! You ask the brothers around me, which one doesn't want to avenge Lao Zhang and Xiao Song? Who doesn't want your dog's life? As long as they don't say, who knows how you died? At that time, even if someone finds out that you are dead in this coffin, it will only be when you are insatiable and selfish, and you are killed by your accomplices, who will suspect us? Well? ”

When he said this, Sancunding's face changed greatly, and he was obviously starting to be afraid.

Coupled with the fact that he was suffocating sh and urine in the coffin just now, the taste was worse than death!

Especially in the last period of time, when the oxygen in the coffin was exhausted, the sense of despair and helplessness made him almost collapse!

At this moment, his will was completely disintegrated!

Jiang Yongguang observed his words and looks, saw the change in his expression, and immediately struck while the iron was hot:

"I'm not going to talk nonsense with you, I'll ask you one last time. If you cooperate, that's all right, but if you continue to pretend to be dumb, or dare to tell me a lie, then you can only go back to the coffin—remember, this time, I won't open the coffin again. ”

"Who's the one in your house? And who is the one who recognizes the eye? How many people are in a pot? Are you legs or suffering? Are there any other rats in this tomb? ”

The three-inch nail really no longer resisted, and his attitude became much more cooperative, and it is estimated that he has thought it through himself, and feels that eating peanuts is much happier than suffocating to death in a coffin, and he can live a few more days, why not?

He hurriedly wiped his sweat and said honestly:

"I'll confess...... I'll give you all ......"

"The surname of my family's pot is Wang, I don't know what his real name is, he has never used his real name to walk on the rivers and lakes, I only know that the brothers on the road call him the king's shopkeeper."

Tomb robbery rivers and lakes, the tomb is called "boiling pot cooking", among which the planner who organizes tomb robbery activities is called "branch pot", after all, the pot can be supported to open the fire to cook.

It is often this "support pot" who provides equipment and logistical support for the entire gang, so the "support pot" must have a certain amount of financial, material and personal resources.

Jiang Yongguang was silent when he heard this, and he seemed to be thinking about whether he had heard of the name of "Wang Shopkeeper" in his impression.

Then he asked:

"What about the eye-seekers?"

The so-called "recognition of the eye", also known as the "palm eye", refers to the feng shui master who finds the dragon point for the tomb robbery team.

Looking for the dragon and dividing the gold to see the winding mountain, a heavy entanglement is a heavy pass. If there are a thousand locks on the door, there must be a prince living here.

If you want to rob a tomb, you can't shovel it in the wilderness, you have to find the location of the tomb first.

But the vicissitudes of life, personnel changes, the ancient mausoleum after thousands of years of dynastic changes, has long been hidden between the green mountains and white clouds, and it is not easy to find it.

The older the tomb, the harder it is to find, and I heard Jiang Yongguang and Jiang Yongguang talk about a funny thing later-

said that he had come into contact with a buddy, and his ancestor had built a mausoleum for a prince in the Ming Dynasty, and the ancestor passed down a map, which recorded the location of this mausoleum.

That buddy was poor for a while and couldn't open the pot, so he moved his mind, took the map of his ancestors, and brought a group of brothers to find this mausoleum.

As a result, the farmland within a radius of three miles was turned upside down, not to mention the princely tombs, and even the graves of the flat-headed people were not dug up, wasting half a month's manpower and material resources in vain.

In fact, the map handed down by the ancestors may not be fake, but in the past few hundred years, the earth's crust has moved and the rivers have been diverted, and looking for a tomb according to the original map is tantamount to carving a boat and asking for a sword.

At this time, a skilled palm leader is needed.