Murphy even has a secret skill inherited from his family!?

It's normal to think about it.

Murphy has a heroic righteousness in his body, plus a seven-trick exquisite heart.

A natural martial arts seedling like this must have a bloodline inheritance.

However, judging from Murphy's solemn expression, performing the family heirloom secret technique must bear a heavy price.

I whispered, "Without my permission, you must be quiet and low-key, and you must not act rashly!"

Murphy retorted, "If you really encounter a sudden situation, where can I go to you for advice?"

Before I could answer, a gold and silver light suddenly appeared around the corner in front of me.

My eyes were used to the darkness, and even the faint light made me dazed for a moment before I could see clearly.

Hanging in front is a curtain woven with gold and silver threads, on which are lined up on the left and right, with eight large characters written on them.

On the left is: the world is reversed.

On the right is written: Five Elements Reversal.

Wen Tingfang's voice came from behind, "Mr. Zhuge , what's going on in front?"

I glanced back, lost in a difficult hesitation.

In the underground passage, Wen Tingfang and I were about forty meters apart, and the road was full of twists and turns, and they couldn't even see my shadow.

A thin curtain could not hinder the pace of progress.

Lift the curtain and rush in with Murphy, you can get rid of Wen Tingfang temporarily.

But what we have to face will be an unknown danger in the tomb.

My hands are almost useless, and I have no combat power. Murphy has strength, but he doesn't know enough about the tomb.

The combination of the two of us is equivalent to sending us to death.

After much hesitation, I finally shouted behind me, "Mr. Wen, I have found the entrance to the next corridor."

"Okay, wait for me to come over right away."

Soon, Wen Tingfang and others came to me.

When the dustless Zen master saw the curtain of gold and silver threads, his eyes lit up straight out, "Amit Niang's Buddha, a thousand years ago gold and silver thread weaving, how much can this be sold for!?"

"I saw it first, and no one is allowed to rob me!"

He was so excited that he stretched out his hand and was about to pull it down!

In the tomb, every step is dangerous.

The dustless Zen master has some strength, but he is an out-and-out fool.

According to his reckless approach, it would be a matter of time before he died.

In comparison, Wen Tingfang is much smarter.

He didn't stop the Dustless Zen Master's actions, but quietly took a step back, with a hint of banter in his cold divine light.

With my right hand, which was still intact and able to move, I dragged Murphy a few steps away from the dustless Zen master.

Everyone regarded the dustless Zen master as a clown, but he only had gold and silver lines in his eyes, and he began to tear like crazy.

After tearing for a while, he also noticed that something was wrong.

The left and right sides of the gold and silver lines can be opened, allowing a person to easily squeeze in.

The gold and silver threads at the upper and lower ends seem to be assimilated with the wall, and they cannot be torn apart at all.

The Zen staff in the hands of the dustless Zen master must weigh at least more than seventy pounds.

It stands to reason that the dustless Zen master can dance the Zen staff vigorously, and tearing this kind of gold and silver thread with low toughness should be done overnight.

The reason why I can't tear it apart is because there is a spell on it.

Not to mention a dustless Zen master, even ten cows can't pull it away.

Soon, the dustless Zen master didn't understand this, and scolded and said, "Special mother, building a tomb is better than a cub, and the tricks used are really bad."

"The things of the living are not to be taken, and the things of the dead are not to be robbed. He's dead, what are you doing with these treasures?"

As he spoke, the dustless Zen master took out a white jar from his front pocket.

"Master, borrow your old ashes to break the evil!"

The ashes in the altar are filled with the powerful energy of Buddhist monks.

The ashes were sprinkled, and the gold and silver curtains fluttered

landed on the ground, revealing the bronze array gate that was really glowing in front of it.

The bronze gate is round, like a compass, slowly rotating in a counterclockwise direction.

The turntable is divided into ten grids in total, and each grid has a seal character in addition to the cumbersome formations.

Rest, life, injury, Du, scene, death, shock, open.

The squares represented by each word will coincide with the position of the lock every three seconds, thus triggering the opening of different formations.

It's the first time I've seen a gate like this, and I'm a little abrupt for a while.

The smiling Zen Master Wuchen stuffed the gold and silver thread cloth into his pocket, "Mr. Wen, it's time for us to go in."

Wen Tingfang glanced at him, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "Zen Master Wuchen is an elder, please first."

"Don't, I've got a treasure, so I won't take advantage of it."

The two pushed and pushed, and neither of them wanted to take this risk.

In the deep tunnels, ordinary people can only be sent to death when they come. If they accidentally touch the mechanism, they can kill their companions.

Therefore, Wen Tingfang left eight of his subordinates in the previous tomb and was responsible for carrying the treasure outside.

Now in the corridor, only the two of them are left, and Murphy and me.

Soon, the two of them were unified, and their eyes fell on me.

The dustless Zen master smiled, "I have heard that the inheritance of the Zhuge family is famous all over the world."

"Mr. Zhuge , why don't you please first?"

No one knows what kind of danger there will be in the unknown array.

I closed my eyes and touched the cold bronze door with my palm.

After a long time, I opened my eyes and said, "With the energy of the formation, only one person can pass through at a time."

"It will take about three minutes for the second person to get in."

"I can go in, but you think my arms are broken, but can I still live if I encounter the slightest danger?"

"If I die, the next time you encounter the formation, who will crack it?"

My words really made Wen Tingfang mutter in her heart.

After his face was cloudy for a while, his gaze finally fell on the body of the Dustless Zen Master, and its meaning was self-evident.

The dustless Zen master didn't dare to get along with Wen Tingfang head-on, his eyes rolled and he said with a smile: "Mr. Wen, we have all come here, and it is estimated that the front is the last tomb road."

"Whether the dustless Zen master stays or not, it doesn't seem to be of much use."

After thinking for a while, Wen Tingfang finally made a gesture of invitation to me, and said with a cold look in his eyes, "Mr. Zhuge , you should understand what I mean."

In the narrow cave, Wen Tingfang and I were dead, and there was no chance of winning.

I gritted my teeth and took a step forward and solemnly instructed Murphy, "Remember, if I don't come out of it, I must not go in!"

Murphy shook his head lightly, gave me a complicated look, and then pushed me back violently, jumping in the direction of the formation gate.

The array gate opened in an instant, and in a burst of misty light, Murphy's body was slowly being teleported.

Before disappearing, she left a sentence, "Qianlong, I am the bodyguard you hired. But since I entered the tomb, you have been protecting me."

"Even your two arms were broken because of my incompetence."

"You fire me, I have nothing to say."

"But at least before I fire, let me be a pioneer for you again!"