Lu Bu stepped on one of the steps.

There was a slight sound beneath his feet, followed by a rhythmic vibration of the boulder, but only for a moment, the vibration disappeared.

The planks on both sides of the coffin had spread out and were held in place by chains, and the upper half was suspended in mid-air.

Lu Bu poked his head out and looked over.

At first glance, he thought he had seen his own body.

The silver coiling dragon armor, the silver bronze helmet with head guards, and even his favorite red helmet on it are still standing proudly as before.

Just a second glance, Lu Bu smiled.

There was no human body underneath the armor, but a humanoid object woven from weeds was haphazardly stuffed. The weeds had already rotted into black ash, and some dust had been flying low into the air as the coffin planks were opened.

Lu Bu understood.

This is clearly a very popular funeral method at the beginning - a mound of clothes.

I don't know if the person who buried "himself" really didn't find his bones, or if he had a soft spot for his unique armor, and then built this old tomb for himself.

I think back then, I was wearing this armor, galloping across the field, a Fang Tian painting halberd was invincible, who didn't know my Han Lu Fengxian, who dared to underestimate my little Wenhou?

It's just that the Northern Song Dynasty was reborn, without BMW and Treasure Halberd, and was surrounded by a group of villains like Fei Yong and Zhao Ji, and now he can't even find a place to live, and he has ended up in a situation where he is bullied everywhere, and no one even knows his surname.

Lu Bu's heart was as uncomfortable as he was stirred.

In any case, after his death, although his bones do not exist, there are still worshippers from later generations to build his tomb and erect a monument, which is also a good thing.

With a sigh, Lu Bu didn't touch the armor and slowly retreated to the bottom of the steps.

Walking out, he carefully placed the bluestone fragments that had been smashed by himself in their original positions, trying to be consistent with the wall next to him, so as not to be found by anyone in his armor coffin again.

After doing all this, Lu Bu let out a sigh of relief, stood in the tomb for a long time, and then prepared to leave.

At that moment, there was a faint sound of dirt rolling overhead.

Lu Bu thought that the dirt on the top of his head had fallen due to his actions just now, so he looked up, only to find that the heavy stone slab had not moved, and the soil was rolling towards the tomb along the hole when he entered.

Lu Bu's mind quickly flashed a bad premonition - someone was outside trying to fill in the thief hole.

Walking quickly to the exit of the thief cave, looking up, Lu Bu only saw a figure shaking, and fresh soil kept rolling towards his location.

"How dare you do that?" Lu Bu roared, swung his halberd, and stabbed at the dirt.

The dirt had already accumulated at the entrance of the cave, and it was quickly rolled down by Lu Bu with such a stab, and the top of his head and body were immediately covered with dust.

The people above didn't answer, and the dirt came harder.

Lu Bu retreated into the burial chamber.

At this time, it is impossible to climb up along the entrance of the thief cave, and I am afraid that if I climb halfway, I will really be buried in this clothed mound.

Looking up at the heavy stone slab above his head, Lu Bu bit his lip.

After finding a place where he could avoid the stone slab falling, Lu Bu threw all his strength into the stone slab with his halberd.

After nearly a thousand years of wind and rain erosion, the slate has clearly shown signs of weathering, and it has been bearing the heavy soil on it, and it has already been overwhelmed.

The dirt and grass clippings that covered it then fell and soon filled every corner of the burial chamber.

Although Lu Bu had already observed the place in advance, most of his legs were still buried by the soil.

Seeing the gray sky above his head, Lu Bu's heart relaxed, and he looked back at the wall that was still standing, Lu Bu quickly pulled out his feet and began to climb up along the side of the inclined stone slab.

The dull voice alarmed the man who was filling in the hole at the entrance of the cave, no, it was two people.

Just another person hiding behind the dark weeds.

Lu Bu, who suddenly appeared from behind, scared the guy who was lowering his head to fill in the soil so that his pants were wet.

Lu Bu grabbed the man's collar.

"Ben Hou and you don't know each other, why do you harm me?"

The man's squinting eyes rolled a few times, and his pale face was like an oval paper-cut in the night, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Enraged, Lu Bu swung his halberd, piercing his chest, and then threw him into the burial chamber, which was already mostly covered in dirt, with a flick of his arm.

"Stay here to guard the tomb of Benhou." Lu Bu shouted.

The person who was squatting behind the grass tried his best to bend down, for fear of being seen by Lu Bu.

Lu Bu didn't have the heart to look around, since this place had been visited countless times, maybe those thieves would only let out a few sighs of emotion at the collapsed tomb.

By the time Lu Bu returned to the shop, it was already midnight.

The courtyard of the small shop was quiet, and probably Zhao Pet and the others were already asleep.

Lu Bu didn't want to alarm anyone, so he came to the back yard and went to the kitchen to find some food.

The kitchen was a mess, but there was still a candle that was only half an inch high. On the table in the middle of the ground, there was some leftover mutton.

The "father" of the father and son was lying on the table alone, and the rest of the wine was not far from his fingers.

Lu Bu didn't know if the "son" who wanted to bury him alive was instructed by him or Broom Li, grabbed the collar behind him with one hand, and lifted him up lightly.

In the next second, Lu Bu threw him out.

The man has been turned into a corpse.

After a moment's hesitation, Lu Bu strode out of the kitchen, and then quickly opened the door to the only three guest rooms.

As expected, there was no shadow of Zhao Pet and Broom Li in the guest room.

Lu Bu's soul seemed to have been left in his own mound of clothes, standing in the courtyard for a long time, not knowing where to go.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in the corner.

"The thief is gone!" Lu Bu roared, and he had already stepped forward, flying up and kicking the man's back waist.

The man let out a very soft exclamation, but instead of falling down immediately, he leaped forward lightly, landed in the middle of the courtyard, and then quickly turned his head.

"Tang Zhuangshi will do it again."

The voice of the person who came was very soft and high-pitched, and Lu Bu's hand stopped in mid-air.

"Miss Ann?"

The visitor slowly took off the light veil covering his face, revealing An Lengshuang's slightly pale face.

"Why did Tang Zhuangshi stay here?" An Lengshuang was quite surprised to be able to meet Lu Bu here.

"The little palace master insisted on this, and Bushi was helpless." Lu Bu replied.

An Lengshuang's expression was indifferent.

"Zhao Pet has brought disaster upon himself, and it is no wonder that Tang Zhuangshi is no wonder."

"Bu thought that the girl had lost the cottage and escaped from Zhao Pet, so she wouldn't have to do anything with him anymore, but she didn't want the girl to chase her here, so she had to be in a desperate situation?" Lu Bu suddenly raised his voice.

An Lengshuang was stunned.

"Tang Zhuangshi thinks this girl did it?"

Lu Bu sneered and pressed the halberd under his ribs.