After listening to Bai Lu's analysis, Lin Yi asked with a smile:

"That's what you think?"

Bai Lu nodded seriously.

"Yes, now we are about to enter the cemetery, and the burial pit he mentioned has never appeared at all, so it's always right to suspect his motives, right?"

"That's right, the fourth child of our family is now long-eyed, not the stupid white sweet who was hungry before, I am very happy to be a brother."

"Please, I've never been stupid and sweet."

"Yes, yes, then let me ask you, how did he expect that we would come to Xingqing Mansion, and how did he expect that we would randomly choose his granddaughter as a docent from so many tour guides?

Are you sure that this girl will tell the story he told back then?

After we reveal our identities, do we still choose to play this scene?

Could it be that if their Li family can write "Tui Bei Tu", they really have the ability to predict the future? I think there's something hidden here. ”

Lin Yi's series of questions really stopped Bai Lu.

"Then how do you explain that Li Ling clamored to experience life with us before, but she regretted it halfway?"

Hearing this, a mysterious smile appeared on Lin Yi's face.

"Let me sell this first, I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown! Seeing that the sunglasses were not, after this guy came here, he was much more cautious, and he didn't move for a long time just now. ”

Bai Lu was successfully distracted by him, leaving behind the previous questions and paying attention to the man in sunglasses.

"Yes, they rushed to the forefront every time before, but this time they saw the cemetery but they were stuck, what are you waiting for? Or does he have no bottom in his heart? ”

Wang Qiang and Qian Sheng were also full of food and drink at the moment, and came over to discuss the next plan with them.

Just hearing Bai Lu's question, Qian Sheng took her words and said:

"The Feng family originated in Wuxia at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, and in the early days of the self-proclaimed 'Coffin Mountain Taibao', he became famous with a "Guanshan Finger Secret Technique", and finally sealed the 'Guanshan Taibao' in front of the emperor, which is definitely dry."

"Oh, don't blow it, why don't you blow it when you get it all the wrong way?"

Wang Qiang teased disdainfully.

"People have misses, horses have stumbled, this guy in sunglasses has a strong purpose in doing things, and it is still unknown whether he deliberately made a mistake, the third child, you continued."

Qian Sheng cleared his throat and continued:

"The eldest brother also said before, Guanshan is a door, and the inverted bucket has always been a loner, without a helper. So they must be cautious, just took the wrong path, I also think it's a bit strange.

Let's put this aside in advance, just one thing, Feng Jia, there is a unique secret book called 'Smoke Technique'. ”

"Castration? Don't you see, their ancestors are still on errands in the worship room? After the eunuchs, their family, they can't shout their father-in-law when they see each other in the future! ”

"Which smoke? I'm talking about smoking cigarettes, okay, can you give this pole to the worship room? ”

The brothers were amused by Wang Qiang's words.

One by one, they leaned back and laughed, and finally eased up.

"Okay, okay, don't interrupt, let the third child finish speaking."

"Yes, yes, outsiders don't know much about this 'smoke technique', and I have also heard that once their family enters the tomb, they will light a unique strange incense, and then envelop the entire tomb.

According to legend, this incense can not only ward off evil spirits and fix corpses, but also move with the wind, and under his control, it can successfully find the exit in the tomb.

This guy hasn't lit incense yet, I guess he should have no bottom in his heart, as for why he has no bottom, it's really hard to say. ”

"I've also heard a little about this 'smoke technique', I really don't know what it's going on, listening to what you say, 'smoke technique' is really quite reliable."

As we all know, smoke is almost pervasive.

If there is an exit from a burial chamber or a secret chamber, there must be air flowing.

As long as the smoke follows, it means that this is not a completely confined space, and there is still an air outlet.

From this point of view, the Feng family's 'smoking technique' is similar to the habit of "lighting candles" by touching gold.

When the four of them were discussing, they suddenly heard a commotion from several people next to them.

Several of them had been sleepy for a long time, and they all heard snoring just now, and now they all got up and looked in the direction of the cemetery.

"What's going on? What are you all arguing about? ”

Wang Qiang stood up and looked back, quickly stretched out his hand, and patted Lin Yi's shoulder excitedly.

"Take a look. Look gone, gone! ”

A few people around him stood up and looked in the direction of the cemetery.

I was stunned by the scene in front of me.

The cemetery that was close in front of them just now disappeared out of thin air in front of their eyes.

Except for the light source provided by the unknown things overhead, the cemetery in front of them has become a dilapidated ruin, several scarred mounds of sealed earth, collapsed stupas, and unrecognizable clay Buddha statues, which look no different from the tombs of the Western Xia kings they visited.

"Where's it? It was still here just now, why did it suddenly disappear? Is my old eye dizzy? ”

Lao Feng suddenly became energetic at this time, stood up and rubbed his eyes, and the scene in front of him was still in ruins.

"What's going on?"

"Are we going to encounter a 'mirage'?"

"Probably not, 'mirages' usually only appear on the seashore and in the desert, but here is underground, how can such a spectacle appear?"

Lin Yi looked up at the bright light sources at the top, and then at the scene in front of him.

"Not necessarily, the one just now is likely to be a 'mirage'."

"Isn't it, just walk over and take a look?"

Wang Qiang was about to walk inside, but he didn't expect that there was a Ma Wenhai next to him who was even more unstable than him.

"Where's it? What about the mausoleum? Where did it go? Now it's good, the gold is gone, and the tomb is gone! ”

As he spoke, he began to walk towards the dilapidated landscape in front of him.

Before he could get closer, his feet suddenly went limp, as if he had tripped over something, and he couldn't stand up again.

The seemingly sturdy loess trail at the end of the stairs turned out to be a trap at the bottom, and Ma Wenhai stepped into it with both feet, as if stepping into quicksand, and his feet became heavier and heavier.

"What is this? Help, help! ”

Ma Wenhai knew that he was scared at this time, and his hands began to flutter.

"Mr. Ma, don't move, don't move, the more you toss, the faster you fall, you wait for me to save you."

Ah Biao took out a circle of rope, tied it around his waist, tied the other end in a knot, and threw it to Ma Wenhai.

"Mr. Ma, put it under your arm, don't move, I'll pull you out."

Ma Wenhai is now in a panic, and his hands are still fluttering.

The man in sunglasses turned a deaf ear to his cries for help and sat alone around the campfire to roast the fire.

Guo Wenbin now wishes that this quicksand trap would kill Ma Wenhai, but now, there is no shadow of gold, and there is no shadow of cultural relics, and this godbrother can't just die now.

"Huzi, go over and take a handle and drag Mr. Ma up."

Huzi went in response, and teamed up with Ah Biao to finally pull Ma Wenhai out of the quicksand. (End of chapter)