Ding Lei, who can easily solve three adult men, was solved by Murphy with his bare hands, and it seems that her skills are even better than I imagined.

"You're not bad at being able to solve such a master with your bare hands."

Murphy glared at me angrily, "When you hired me, you only told me to be a bodyguard, not to let me be a thug!"

"It's okay to be a thug, and let me do so many dangerous tasks!"

"To make your little money, I might as well be a mercenary!"

I was stunned, "What do you want?"

"What else, add money!"

I embarrassedly pulled into my pocket, "Don't talk about adding money, my pocket is cleaner than my face now."

"Then keep the account and give it later!"

Murphy took his notebook out of his pocket and said, "Say! How much money are you allowed to add to Wen Yanbo's tomb?"

Looking at Murphy's appearance as a small wealth fan, I was a little dumbfounded.

She shouldn't have waited until she had made enough money to run away early.

It is even more difficult to find a bodyguard who is so professional, responsible, and honest and simple as Murphy who will not care about my treasures and exercises than to ascend to the sky.

I don't care about the money, but in order to make Murphy run away later, I can only give her a little less.

After some hesitation, I held out a finger, "How many lines do you have?"

Murphy was a little surprised, "You give me 10,000!?"

I shook my head a little sluggishly.

It's a fatal thing like this, it's not much for ordinary people to ask for a million, and I want to pick the door and only give Murphy 100,000 yuan.

She was a little disappointed and muttered, "Okay, a thousand is a thousand, it's better than nothing."

"Don't, 10,000 is 10,000!" I hurriedly added.

Murphy's eyes lit up again, "You said, I can keep the account!"

"Remember."

Murphy brushed and wrote for a while, and I couldn't help but urge, "You grind and chirp, have you finished writing?"

"Later, I'll have to write down the place and the reason so you don't have to pay the bill!"

It took five minutes before Murphy was satisfied with the notebook in his pocket.

She kept the accounts so carefully, her expression was so interested, although she was a little bit of a money fan, but it was not so easy to leave.

Pitiful, I think that when the Zhuge family was brilliant, it belonged to the top force in the Xuanmen.

If the Zhuge family recruits doormen, the threshold will have to be broken.

This time and that time, now I want to use a Murphy, and I have to coax and deceive.

Thanks to Murphy, a person with a 'seven-trick exquisite heart, he doesn't have any heart at all.

As long as you are on the right path and have money to make, you are willing to follow me honestly.

"Alright, let's go!"

Murphy, who took an extra 10,000 yuan, looked particularly scrappy.

There was no Ding Lei and others as substitutes for the dead ghosts, I stared vigilantly at the stone slab in front of me, and then took out a rune paper from my backpack.

Under three folds and two folds, the rune paper turned into a dexterous paper figure, and staggered along the bluestone slab towards the end.

Murphy stared at the paper figure in amazement, "This thing you made can move!"

"Nonsense. The paper man who explores the way, of course, can move. This belongs to Maoshan's trick, do you want to learn it?"

I said step by step, "The kung fu of the Xuanmen is ever-changing, and you are quite spiritual. If you worship me as a teacher, maybe you will be able to ascend to immortality in the future and live forever."

Murphy didn't pay attention to my words, but stared at the paper figure curiously, "This thing can really help people find their way."

"But...... What's the difference between it and a portable remote-controlled car, or a remote-controlled airplane?"

Murphy's words really knocked me down.

After hesitating for a long time, I said, "Paper people can run without electricity."

Murphy, who was originally curious, looked at the paper man with a look of disdain.

"Forget about apprenticeship

I'm not interested in immortality, you just give money."

Halfway through the paper figure, I heard a click of a mechanism.

The originally slender bronze plate quickly began to disintegrate from the center, turning into countless bronze pieces, falling down in a daze.

I hurriedly dragged Murphy back quickly, and when the dust fell to the ground, I found that the bronze plates were all shattered, leaving only a copper plate as thin as two chopsticks, as if hanging in the air.

Murphy's cheeks pale slightly as he looked at the crater twenty meters below and the dust and smoke that was pouring up.

"Hidden Dragon, didn't you say that most of the physical mechanisms in the thousand-year-old tombs have failed?"

"It's invalid."

I picked up the strong flashlight left by Ding Lei and shone it on the stone walls on both sides.

The trap on the stone wall has obviously been triggered. The walls were originally smooth, with bow and arrow slots raised, and some of them had rusted bronze bows and arrows.

Densely packed with bows and arrows, covering an area of twenty meters.

If someone was really on the bronze plate just now, and did not fall to their death because of the collapse, they just happened to grab the copper bar hanging in the center, and they would also be shot into a hornet's nest.

Murphy was puzzled, "Why didn't these bronze arrows come out?"

I explained, "In a thousand years, no matter what material is used to make a bowstring, it will have long since decayed and broken."

"But some of these mechanisms involve evil, and they can be used for a long time."

"For example, the bronze plate that suddenly collapsed just now is because the masters who cast it at the beginning inlaid the bronze plate with scarab beetles."

"These scarabs are connected to the lion's head outside the door, and once they are nourished by blood, they can be activated."

"The resuscitated scarab beetle burrows out of the bronze plate, causing it to collapse."

Murphy didn't seem to understand, and stared blankly ahead, "How do we get there now?"

I gently tapped the copper bar the thickness of the central chopsticks, this thing stretched out for twenty meters, and after more than a thousand years, it would definitely collapse if you stepped on it.

Below is tung oil and thistle terrestris, and it is a death to fall down.

I frowned, shining a flashlight on the opposite side, and I was surprised to find that at the end of the tunnel, there was a raised relief stone carving.