When I saw a skeleton alone in the wilderness, I almost fainted from fright. I threw away the unlucky thing and stumbled for a few steps. Suddenly I stopped and thought about it. Since I had just come back from the gate of hell and narrowly escaped death, what else was there to be afraid of?

So he had no scruples, and gradually became more courageous. He went back and picked up the human head and skull and knocked it. It must have been weathered for some years. The deceased was murdered just like his own family. It was from an unsolved case many years ago.

The victim had bad luck and died without a burial place. He became a lonely ghost. He was really a bit evil, so he felt compassion, squatted on the ground, picked up the remaining bones together, and pulled out some weeds with his hands.

He dug out a small pit, buried it, built a mound, and secretly prayed that his soul would find peace as soon as possible.

After settling the deceased, it seems that good deeds are rewarded, and the pain in the whole body is not so bad. I stand up and stretch my muscles. It is late at night. Even though I am too frightened, my upper and lower eyelids can't help but close, so I want to find a suitable place.

At the resting place, there were huge boulders, thorns, and bushes at the bottom of the pit. Every step forward was very difficult. After groping for a while, I suddenly thought of my copycat phone, which was the only hope of contact with the outside world. I touched my trouser pocket and found it was empty.

, and let those people search it away. Disappointed, he continued to open the thorns, hoping to find a sheltered place under the cliff to sleep.

My phone was gone, but luckily I still had the lighter. I lit a pine branch and looked slowly. I saw that there was nothing under the cliff. There was no recess. I still didn’t give up. I groped for a while and suddenly I saw a dark mass about a person’s height above the ground.

Standing on tiptoes, I held up the torch and took a look. It turned out to be a deep cave. Perhaps due to the slow movement of the strata, the entrance of the cave was exposed from the cliff. I was secretly happy. I held the torch in one hand and climbed onto the protruding rock with the other hand.

My feet were steady, and I climbed up carefully. A closer look revealed that the entrance to the cave was made of neat boulders. Although it was very old, it was only a little loose and had not collapsed. It was actually the entrance to the tomb. For such a large ancient tomb, the burial

The owner must have some background. It is a blessing in disguise. There is a bright sunny sky just after the gate of hell. Maybe you can find an underground treasure and sell it in the underground cultural relics market for tens or millions. After you become successful, you will have a car and a house, and you will be called many.

With the beautiful woman hanging around behind her all day long, wouldn't she surpass the rich village chief and become the top figure in the village? So my chest was pounding, I was energetic, and I lost all my sleep, so I dived in!

Compared with the graves of ordinary people in the countryside, the inside is much spacious, dry, refreshing, and sheltered from wind and rain. It is really a good place for the dead to relax. I raised the torch and searched carefully. The first thing that came into view was some crypts protruding from the gaps in the stone wall.

The tree roots were winding and winding, resembling snakes, which was very interesting. However, I had no intention of admiring this masterpiece of nature. After a brief search, I found that the tomb was a bit strange. There was neither a coffin nor any burial objects. It was empty.

It might be that someone else had robbed the tomb first, but there were no signs of prying, digging or digging. He still didn't give up. He leaned the torch against the stone wall, squatted down and dug the soil with both hands. After rummaging for a while, he dug out many small holes.

My nails were broken, but I didn't find anything out.

After a lot of tossing, I got a little tired and leaned against the stone wall to catch my breath. Suddenly I remembered what the village thief Xiao Ji Gong said: Tomb robbers all know that the more goods there are in the ancient tomb, the more complex the structure, the more disguises and mechanisms.

.Since this tomb was exposed from the cliff, it was very old, and it was very large, how could there be nothing there? It was probably hidden in a secret room, so I found a stone and knocked it gently along the stone wall until I hit it.

In the place, I finally heard a few hollow echoes. With a slight push, a huge stone slab slowly moved away. It turned out to be a stone door!

Behind the stone door is another stone secret room, which is much smaller than the tomb outside. It must be the place where coffins and funerary objects are placed! Standing at the door, my chest was pounding uncontrollably, and I raised the torch, making sure that there was no

He set up a hidden weapon and ducked in.

It was eerily quiet in the secret room. After looking around with eyes wide open, I suddenly heard a scream, took two steps back, and fell to the ground! It turned out that in the middle of the secret room, there was a high stone platform with a motionless end on it.

There was a man sitting, with a pair of dark eyes, fixed on him! He turned around and ran away, got out of the tomb passage outside, jumped down, and landed heavily in the sinkhole. His hands and feet were numb, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

!Humbling for a while, then I thought about it, how can I get the treasure without rushing into a dangerous place? This cliff tomb has gone through thousands of years, and the person sitting on the stone platform may be just a statue. If there is no fuss,

, wouldn’t it be a pity to miss the opportunity to make a fortune?

After calming down, he lit another dry pine branch, climbed up the cliff, got into the tomb, and entered the secret room. This time he finally saw clearly that what was sitting on the stone platform was neither a person nor a statue, but a body.

The clothes on the mummy have been weathered for hundreds or thousands of years, but the corpse is still upright! Suddenly I remembered the ancient folklore, some monks with advanced cultivation can resist the outside world after their death because of their sufficient internal energy.

The erosion of the body, which keeps the body intact for a long time, is called sitting. Could it be that I have witnessed an ancient miracle tonight? I am not that scared anymore. I touch the remains and they feel hard and like a dead tree. The wrinkles on the skin are still vaguely visible. It must be a person.

He is an old man cultivating immortality. His bones are slender and his posture is serene. Upon closer inspection, an inexplicable awe arises spontaneously, and he no longer dares to touch this strange cultivator.

Holding a torch, I stood in front of the remains and meditated for a moment, then I thought about looking for the treasure. I searched in the secret room for a long time, searching every corner, but couldn't find even a clay pot. I was unwilling to give up, and dug around with my hands.

For a while, I hoped to find something valuable in the soil, but still found nothing. I couldn't help but secretly cursed: The people who cultivate immortality are really poor. When they ascended to heaven, they didn't even leave a few small gold and silver utensils. I'm so surprised.

Uncle Le is so happy for nothing.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk out of the stone door, he remembered what Little Chicken had said, saying that in some tombs, the treasures were not in the open, but under the bones of the deceased. So he turned back, surrounded the stone platform, and knocked with a small stone, but he couldn't hear anything.

There was a hollow sound. Turning to the front of the remains, I suddenly saw the old man's hands clasped together as if he were holding some treasure. When he took a closer look, he couldn't help but secretly marveled. It turned out that the thing he was holding was nothing else but a treasure.
Chapter completed!