Duoduo said, "Shut up." If you allow her to continue speaking, there will be extremely ugly words. Such random fabrications will really turn into fakes. He said to the village chief: "We are the 'descendants of Prince Zhuang's entrusted by Senior Mu." This sentence is very smart, and just includes both statements at the same time.

The village chief nodded, sighed, and said, "Miss Mu had kindness to us in the past, and her instructions, both in terms of emotion and reason, should not be rejected. But I still hope that Prince Heshuozhuang has already been buried in peace and has reached the top of the world. No matter how many right and wrong is over, he can leave it aside. Can't others abandon it? If you really think about Prince Zhuang, why should you regain your past grudges?"

Duoduo was in a mess and silently recited what the village chief said: "The grudges of the past? It seems that Prince Zhuang's death has indeed had other hidden feelings. Everyone is dead, how do you know he can leave it alone?" He said solemnly: "Thank you for the village chief's teachings, but that is Prince Zhuang's last wish, as a junior, you should do your best. Whether it is worth it or not will be determined in the future."

The village chief shook his head and sighed, "It is not possible to resolve the situation with external forces. I just hope to think twice before doing it. It is also a matter of detrimental deeds to go to ancient tombs. Do you really don't regret it? Well, since that's the case, then follow me."

He persuaded with a compassionate heart, but he couldn't persuade him at all. He could only shake his head and sigh, walked to the bronze statue, bowed and bowed three times, and ordered the villagers to get two incense sticks and clean trays. He took the incense first and lit it, raised it above the top, and stood motionlessly. He only saw white smoke rising up, and a faint fragrance floated in the ancestral hall. The fragrance was also a bit strange, which could mobilize the deepest sad memory in everyone's heart. Everyone in the hall felt depressed.

After a stick of incense, the village chief picked up the tray and dropped two drops of liquid from the top of the bronze statue. At the nearest station, Duoduo saw clearly that the liquid was flowing out of the eyes of the bronze statue. The village chief handed the tray to a villager, walked around to the back of the bronze statue, raised his head and looked at the wall peeling with golden paint, shook his head and sighed again, and his arms were split. Everyone was shocked. The wall turned out to be a realistic curtain tent. After being pulled open, it was exposed with a white cloth banner with the word "Dian". Under the banner was a bronze coffin.

The village chief took out a wooden stick, dipped it in the liquid in the tray, and then applied it between the lid of the coffin and the body of the coffin. He carefully applied it all over each part, called a few villagers and made a gesture, and several people lifted the lid of the coffin together.

Chu Menglin was startled and quickly turned her head to the side. She usually killed people without blinking, but she did not dare to make things difficult for the dead body. She lifted the lid of the coffin like this, and it was even more unprecedented. She was really afraid that there would be skeletons with all the flesh and flesh lying in the coffin, and her two empty eyes stared at her. Yu Guang first looked at the tail of the coffin, but there was no bones, so she became bolder and slowly turned back. There was a straw mat in the coffin, and there was nothing else. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then she thought that it was the empty coffin that was even more terrifying, and she said in surprise: "What about this...what is the dead person? It's a corpse..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately saw that everyone around him was ridiculous, and even the village chief smiled and said, "If there is a coffin, there must be a corpse. Who set the rules? The curtains and empty coffins you see are all hidden." As he said, he opened the straw mat at the bottom of the coffin, revealing a dark hole. At first glance, it was strange and deep, like a road to hell. When the straw curtain was lifted, it brought a gust of cold wind, which made people feel even colder.

The village chief said, "The bottom of this coffin is connected to the ground and goes directly to the ground. However, before you go down, I have a few advice. This tomb is a bit weird. Over the years, there are always some people...to say it better, called the "Golden Certificate". I don't know where to get news. I heard that there is an ancient tomb here, but they didn't come for the prince, but just wanted to make a fortune. If I don't listen to the dissuasion, it won't work for me, so I went around somewhere else, measured the distance, and dug the passage by myself, which really made them find the right thing. However, no one who has been to the ancient tomb has been able to come out alive so far.

There is no return to the tomb. In fact, there is no gold, silver and treasure in this tomb. To be honest, there are more burial objects in the nearby Tokyo tomb. Isn’t it too unfair to sacrifice your life for the hearsay towers in the sky? Some people say that the curse in this tomb is the residual thought of Prince Zhuang’s hatred. Our villagers are here to guard against outsiders to disturb the prince’s undead, and to persuade those who are greedy for money to not take this path of no return. However, there may be exceptions. You are his relatives, and maybe he will not harm you, but other things in the tomb do not belong to you. Remember not to touch them, so as not to suffer a sudden disaster."

Chu Menglin secretly laughed: "If this royal tomb is really an empty tomb, there is nothing to touch. But you specifically remind us not to touch other things. It is not that there is no silver here? When Princess Yong'an buried Prince Zhuang, she was a little girl, young and beautiful. As the saying goes, everyone has a love for beauty. She must have a lot of jewelry, but she doesn't know if it will be inauspicious to peel off the dead jewelry to wear."

Duoduo didn't want to wait any longer. He was about to take the tomb first, but the young man who had not spoken suddenly said, "Let's wait!" He lit a torch and penetrated into the cave. The torch did not go out. Duoduo secretly praised: "It's true that he is a veteran of fighting, but he has experience. I was anxious for a moment and forgot to check the underground air." Suddenly, his mind changed: "If he really made money for tomb robbers, he heard that there was no treasure in the tomb, so he should be disappointed and turned around and left. Even if he knew our identity, he would not have a plan.

Compared to the fact that I lied to him, I would never take any major risks in my life. Following the principles of going to the underground palace, what was his idea? Well, he didn't say it, and I wouldn't point it out. It would be better to let him walk ahead. It would be the best to break the mechanisms along the way. Even if it couldn't, it was the first one for him to get the torch, but when I thought of this, I temporarily patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Tai is good at studying this, and I am ashamed of being inferior to me. I'm sorry for my help."

The young man said, "Okay, you are the high-ranking official in the palace, of course I will follow your instructions." After that, he showed a strange smile. He called it strange, because the smile was very stiff. It was not only not like it was from the heart, but also like a twisted smile caused by the muscles on his face being squeezed. The young man held the edge of the coffin with his left hand, held a torch in his right hand, and jumped in. Chu Menglin whispered: "I...I..."

Duoduo thought to himself: "Let her walk in the second place. If the tomb robber really has abnormal movements, it will not be able to have great magical powers and harm me through one person." He pretended to be considerate: "It's okay, you can walk in the middle." At this point, Chu Menglin could not retreat, and she didn't want to make herself look timid and cowardly. She walked to the coffin and first reached the bottom of one foot, and immediately touched the ground.

It turned out that the cave was not straight up and down, but winding downwards. She became much more courageous. She reached into the coffin with both feet, sat down, supported her hands behind her, and slowly rubbed down. Originally, a faint light could be shot from the top of her head, but after it was rubbed far away, it suddenly became dark in front of her eyes, and the sound of the coffin lid moving back was heard above her head. She suddenly had an illusion, as if she had been imprisoned in the deep ground, and she faintly heard monsters roaring, and various monsters might be rushing out of the darkness. She wanted to scream, but she heard Duoduo say coldly: "Of course, you have to cover the coffin lid, so that the hole can be spread out in front of others at will."

Chu Menglin thought that was reasonable, but the darkness easily caused fear. She could not help but think in her mind. All the broken limbs and arms of those who were killed by her appeared. Although the young man had torches, the distance was too far, and the light could not be transmitted. She didn't blame her movements too slowly, but complained that the young man was not waiting for her. Her arms and waist were sore and numb. After a long time, she found that the road was no longer going down, but was straight forward. She couldn't see each other in the darkness, and she was not afraid of being embarrassed. She changed the downward posture to kneel on the ground, and crawled forward with her hands and feet.

This section is even more sad than before. The body is sore, but it is low here, so I can only crawl with my head down, even my head and neck are sore. The range of my body can be straightened is extremely limited, and the weight of my body is almost concentrated on my arms, so sore that it seems like I will break the next moment. It is still a trivial matter to be covered with sand and stones on my hands, and the palms are worn out by pointed stones. It is so painful that I still have to press the wound on the ground, and even my knees are worn out. Although the air in this passage is not highly toxic, I dare not inhale too much, and I must exhale as much as possible.

I don't know how long it took, but when I stood up a little, I suddenly felt that the space was much larger. It turned out that the narrow passage had finally come to an end. Chu Menglin almost cried with joy. Seeing a ball of black things in front of her, she thought it was the young man and shouted, "Hey, why don't you wait for me!" She ran forward and patted him on his shoulder. The tentacles were cold and stiff, not like the body of a living person. Then the palms hurt again, as if they were stabbed by a sharp weapon, and liquid flowed out of her hands.

At this time, the young man's voice said, "What's wrong with you?" A light appeared. The young man came over with a torch and shone at what she encountered. It turned out to be a stone pillar with a dragon head. The one she had just photographed was the dragon head. The blood she drew left a dazzling red mark on the top, making the majestic dragon head look extremely ferocious and terrifying. In an instant, a small puppet whose arms were cut off by himself, Deshou, who was covered in blood, and the wronged souls who were killed by himself were all scattering their teeth and claws to catch themselves and pay for their lives.
Chapter completed!