"No wonder you are so rich, the money in the tomb is simply picking up with your eyes closed."

I smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Anyway, none of us have any of these little girls' favorite things."

Murphy glanced at me faintly, but said nothing.

Sun Weiwei estimated that she was used to being poor, and subconsciously refused, "It's too expensive, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to give it to me."

"There's something out of place. This little thing is nothing compared to what the fawn eats."

Sun Weiwei thanked her, and stroked the red cloth a little nervously, both in love and in a dreamy confusion.

She suddenly asked, "Big brother, since cultivators are so rich, why are Grandpa Tenggu and Yuan Ji living so poorly?"

I said, "It's not a scarcity, it's a bland."

"When they reach a certain stage of cultivation, they have no interest in money, and their daily life is a kind of spiritual practice."

"As for you, they don't cut at you, but they don't dare to let you spend too much until you mature."

"Otherwise, if you are young and indulge in pleasure, how can you have today's achievements."

Sun Weiwei was thoughtful, and when she was staring at the red cloth in a daze, she suddenly said with some surprise: "Big brother, there seems to be words on one foot of this cloth."

I took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a line of small plain text with eight words written on it: Retreat here, so that you can do it yourself.

I kind of get it.

The seeds hanging on the plaque are compensation for us breaking through the agency, and at the same time they are sweet dates that persuade us to leave.

If you don't eat sweet dates, I'm afraid you'll have to eat a slap.

The drawbridges, ticks, and even the snake that nearly killed me were all minor tests in the tomb.

The main hall in front of it is the tomb gate that really enters the core area.

I didn't hesitate to step into it.

Click-click-

The plaque above his head cracked and suddenly turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

On the mottled walls, only two bold dark red vigorous fonts are left - look for death!

The originally cheerful atmosphere suddenly stopped when I saw the word "death".

Everyone's emotions were a little nervous, and I said calmly, "If the curse can kill, just write it at the door of the tomb - whoever goes in ***, there will be no tomb robbers."

"Don't be afraid of the intimidation of the owner of the tomb, keep in formation and continue to set off."

Step over the steps and extend to the main hall corridor, the floor tiles are smooth bluestone, and the sides are paved with white marble.

Murphy looked around vigilantly, "Hidden Dragon, do you recognize the words on it?"

"Knowing some, probably some kind of secret to cultivating witchcraft.

"I guess when Tuosen died, he not only left a trap in the tomb, but also left a legacy for future generations."

"It's a pity that none of us are cultivators."

Even though no one knew the characters on the white marble, I silently wrote down the characters.

Zhao Mengfu's girl cultivates the art of witchcraft, but her cultivation methods are very low-level, so her strength is also a little half-hearted. ap.

A legacy that has been abandoned to us is priceless to her.

My soul power has reached the point of becoming a monk, and I have reached the point where I will never forget.

The handwriting on the white marble can be memorized once you read it.

I walked in the front, Murphy and Sun Mingjin stood on the left and right, and Sun Weiwei and Xiaolu followed unhurriedly.

The Yuan Force of the Five Elements shone at the same time, representing that each of us was in a defensive posture ready to attack.

The white marble rune disappeared in front of me, and my attention returned to the tomb itself.

Not far ahead, a black object could be faintly seen, like a long and narrow box.