Jun Moliu raised his long eyebrows, there was a booklet in his hand that he didn't put back, and he glanced at Yan Wanqiu, who was empty-handed, and then turned his eyes to look at Cen Jiu.

Cen Jiu pinched and shook the wooden box in his hand with two fingers, the color of the wooden box was almost the same as the bookbook, and it was placed on the shelf, and it was impossible to find it if you didn't look carefully. Cen Jiu smiled enchantingly, but he still waved in front of Yan Bangqiu's eyes. Yan Wanqiu was unwilling to reach out and grab it, so he was naturally caught.

"Ah Jiu, open it and take a look. When Jun Moliu saw this scene, he shook his head and smiled, and gestured to Cen Jiu with his chin.

Cen Jiu also stopped selling guanzi, fumbled with the switch of the box, found a gap on one side, lifted his nails, opened the lock, the box was opened, and it emitted a rotten smell, the three of them covered their mouths and noses together, Cen Jiu reacted the most, threw the box out with a flick of his hand, and smashed it on Yan Bangqiu.

Yan Bangqiu caught it in a little panic, but unfortunately the contents of the box still fell out. An unclean and very yellow old cloth fell to the ground, and the three of them looked at it, but Cen Jiu still hated the smell and didn't stretch out his hand. Yan Bangqiu stretched out two fingers to pinch, and his expression was quite disgusted.

Jun Moliu directly knocked off Yan Bangqiu's hand with the book in his hand, snatched the wooden box with his hand, and then directly squatted down and spread out the somewhat rotten cloth with his hands, carefully blew off the dust on it, and slapped it twice with his hand to brush off the smell of decay.

The cloth is about three feet long and wide, and there is only a thin one, which seems to have been left for too long, and the fragile cloth seems to be broken if you are not careful. There were zigzag lines drawn on the cloth, some thick and some thin, and some meaningless drawings, Cen Jiu saw that this also squatted down and looked at the cloth.

Jun Moliu opened the wooden box and looked at it a few times, knocking and knocking, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his fingers to buckle the bottom layer of the wooden box, and with a "click", the wooden board on the bottom layer was opened, and there was a layer of interlayer inside.

Jun Moliu stretched out his hand and was about to take the soft cloth in the mezzanine, but suddenly felt that the thing in front of him shook, he shook his head, and saw that Yan Bangqiu and Cen Jiu had fallen, he shook the wooden box in his hand, and the book fell to the ground, and then he also fainted.

The only candle flame in the burial chamber flickered and a wisp of green smoke drifted out.

With the sound of the secret door of the tomb opening, a black figure appeared next to Jun Moliu, the black shadow paused, reached out to take the wooden box, it seemed that Jun Moliu was holding it too tightly, the black shadow couldn't pull it out for the first time, and pulled out the wooden box with a hard pull.

The black shadow seemed to pull out a clean, white soft cloth from the wooden box, hid it casually, threw the box down, and quickly left, ignoring the cloth and books on the ground.

After the shadow left, the secret door of the burial chamber slowly fell, as if it had never been opened.

When Jun Moliu woke up, he only felt that his body was stiff, he shook his head fiercely, looked at the environment, Yan Bangqiu and Cen Jiu were also rubbing their heads, he frowned, picked up the wooden box in front of him, the wooden box was already empty, Jun Moliu smashed his fist on the ground fiercely, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Cen Jiu rubbed his temples, felt more comfortable, and quickly stood up, and beat the dust on his body, took off the kite behind him, and took out a handkerchief from his arms and rubbed it carefully.

Yan Bangqiu was a little deflated, and he didn't plan to get up when he lay on the ground, he closed his eyes and recuperated, only the hand that kept rubbing his head proved that he was still awake.

Jun Moliu picked up the book again, and then carefully looked at the cloth on the ground, Cen Jiu was a little impatient, put the cleaned kite on his back, and said, "Jun Er, I don't want the wooden box, send it to you! Let's get out of here now!"

"Well, then, thank you, Ah Jiu. Jun Moliu nodded, carefully stretched out his fingers to fold the cloth according to the original traces, and put it back in the wooden box that had just been flattened at the bottom.

"Hey, Jun Xiaoliu, who made us unconscious? and should we take Shan Chu out together?" Yan Bangqiu got up, rubbed his somewhat sore body, and after some activity, he finally didn't have the feeling that his body was not his own.

"I don't see anyone plotting against us. Shan Chu is a grave keeper and won't go out with us. Jun Moliu lowered his eyes, put away the wooden box and kept putting it away, and replied to Yan Wanqiu casually.

"It seems to be too......" Yan Bangqiu hung his head and thought about it, it is true, the responsibility of the tomb keeper is to guard the tomb, and he will never leave the tomb for almost his life, Yan Bangqiu has some regrets, Shan Chu is the descendant of the tomb keeper, and he also inherited the will of his father, guarding here, it is estimated that he can't leave it.

"Okay, okay, follow me out, it's dirty~" Cen Jiu complained, turned around and went through the door of the tomb where he came.

"Let's go!" Jun Moliu pulled Yan Bangqiu and pushed him to the door, Yan Wanqiu stumbled under his feet and complained, Jun Moliu raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't hear it. He's not in a good mood right now, so let's let him vent, isn't that how his friends use it?

Cen Jiu took him to the same road as just now, but it was faster, Jun Moliu was quite puzzled, the last time Ah Jiu came in with him, he was not so familiar with this place, not to mention that this secret passage was not easy to find.

Shan Chu glanced at Jun Moliu and knew what he was thinking, but he only raised his eyebrows, and he didn't plan to tell him, if Jun Moliu knew that his ancestor's tomb had been turned over by him, and he wouldn't fight with him?

When they came out of the tomb, it was when the sun was setting, and they went in at dusk, so that the day and the night passed.

Cen Jiu didn't even say hello, he just waved his hand and stepped on the light gong and left, the purple clothes flew up, as if there was an enemy chasing after him. Jun Moliu looked at the back and squinted, Ah Jiu didn't know what he had done to himself, otherwise he wouldn't be so weak-hearted, just with his love to join in the fun, it was impossible not to ask him the ins and outs of this cemetery.