The people who ran away immediately stopped and shouted at Lao Chen Pi and Lao Yu to run.

"One. Two. Three."

"If you don't, turn it off. Keep counting."

"Keep the gas canister, whoever dares to be a scoundrel again, Fang Zhou will go with him to see Marx!"

"Let's bury ourselves in Fangzhou Garden together, turn into a powerful ghost and find them to settle accounts!"

At the sound of the order, Goliye Buyi crept forward and saluted me, closing the airlock calmly, ignoring the danger of exploding at any moment.

At this moment, Fangzhou's blood, Fangzhou's blood and bones, and Fangzhou's blood soul are seen by everyone, remembered in their hearts, and engraved in everyone's minds!

One life, one life.

Never forget!

After another thrilling battle, he successfully pressed the group of people who played the trick to death and rubbed them hard at their feet, and all of them were trampled to death.

The third item continues to open!

But before it was opened, the people on the scene did one thing. That is to drive out all the people in the Hui Provincial Museum. ap.

The three women were slapped several times.

Two men are miserable.

There are footprints all over the body.

There were too many people who coaxed them, and I didn't know who kicked them.

The third object is also a coffin!

It's just that this coffin is badly damaged. There were only two boards, and what was left was a pile of firewood made of the same material as the coffin board.

The firewood was bought at a high price from the homes of local people.

That year, in order to find the original of the Yongle Canon, some people applied to excavate the Yongling Tomb of Emperor Jiajing. As a result, it rained heavily that day, and I had to go to open the Dingling Tomb.

As a result, the greatest tragedy in the archaeological history of the entire Shenzhou and even the world was staged.

Tragedy is followed by tragedy.

The corpses of Emperor Wanli's three sons were smashed to pieces as the residual poison of feudalism, and they were crushed and scattered.

The coffin board of the three was discarded at will, picked up by the local people, changed into a small coffin and made a wardrobe.

Two of the common people who were converted into small coffins died.

Four of the people who were beaten into wardrobes are said to have died.

The rest of the coffins were chopped into firewood by the common people.

These two coffin boards and firewood were bought back by Fang Zhou.

"Record."

"Dingling. Wanli Emperor Shoumu."

"Two pieces of golden silk nanmu. Size ......"

"Thirty-five pieces of firewood, each of ...... sizes"

When Lao Chen Pi read these words, his voice was out of shape.

At this time, I tapped the wooden box with a rebar rod and faced the audience: "Hear me. Don't blame the sword-wielder for not giving you a chance."

"No! Wanli Emperor Jin Silk Nan wooden coffin board. It's like a fake."

"Now I announce that these two golden silk coffin boards are auctioned to the public. The starting price is 500,000 yuan, and the auction begins!"

My voice came out, and there was a deathly silence around me.

After asking several times in a row, no one responded angrily, and I couldn't help but sneer, "What the is going on with you guys? This is the dragon's bed where the real emperor sleeps!"

"Aren't you going to die to show me Li Hongzhang's stepping bed? Now the things that the emperor used are gone?"

"Are you afraid of bad luck or are you afraid that it will be difficult to explain to your master if you take it back?"

"Don't you want to get the dragon qi anymore?"

"Do you remember, I picked up a Qianlong shroud last year. It was sent to Sotheby's in Hong Kong Province and sold for 400 million."

"You look down on Wanli, don't you?"

"Please rest assured, this coffin board is definitely not stained with the corpse water of the Wanli Ancestor!"

"But that Qianlong shroud is full of Qianlong's corpse water. There was a leak in Yuling, and when Sun Dianying opened Qianlong's coffin, it was full of water."

"So, these two golden silk nanmu coffin boards, please rest assured to shoot boldly. Shoot it back and put together the other four pieces of golden silk nanmu, that is, the dragon coffin

！ Isn't it better than the Qianlong Shroud?"

"Ah! Even if you take it back and don't need it, you can still use it."

"I've thought of the names of the beads. It's called Wanli Dragon Ball."

"Whether it's self-selling or giving it away, it's the supreme product."

"And the most important point, please relax again, ah, the archaeological masters who dug up the Dingling Tomb have all suffered retribution, and the three coffin boards of Wanli have also died......

"All the retribution has been carried by them. You can buy it back, and there will be absolutely no problem."

"The sword-wielding man is here to make a statement, ah, if the old ancestor of the Wanli Emperor comes to you at night to tear and tear the skin, even if you want a coffin board, you will tell him and let him come to me."

"This retribution cause and effect, this sword-wielding man helped you carry it."

The more I talked about it, the more blue the faces of the people at the scene became, and the more frightened their eyes became.

Half loud, saliva was dry, but no one went on the road.

It is a well-known thing that Qianlong Yuling was flooded, and the aftermath team set up by Pu Yi at that time found that the water depth of the Yuling underground palace was as high as seven feet.

But compared to the other person, it is a small thing.

This man's tomb was hidden more than 30 meters underground, the coffin had been smashed by tomb robbers, and all the burial goods were emptied, leaving only the skeleton untouched.

In those years, when there was a shortage of water in the local area, the villagers dug wells.

Coincidentally, this well was drilled in this ancient tomb.

As a result, the local villagers have been drinking bone broth for generations.

The owner of the tomb is called Zhao Kangwang Zhu Houyu!

I couldn't help but sneer and scolded, "What? Are you afraid of bad luck? Are you afraid that the old ancestor of the Wanli Emperor will come to you to chat at night and set up a dragon gate array?"

"Even your little rat guts are worthy of robbing Lao Tzu Fangzhou's things?"

「tui！」

A mouthful of thick phlegm spat on the stepping bed, I sat on the edge of the big box and waved vigorously at Erlangti.

"Next!"

"Hmm!"

"Who's smoking?"

"Old tangerine peel. How dare you smoke in our state's secret place?"

Hearing me call Lao Chenpi the nickname directly, the people around me were startled again.

Ma Wenjin, Han Baofeng and others next to me looked at me as if they were looking at a neuropathy.