After dinner, Mo Tie still jingled for a while. Mo Feifan read the book for a while under the supervision of his mother. After reading the book, he played with the treasure weapons he had cherished for a while, and then he slowly fell asleep with his palm fan.

He slept comfortably, but it was a pain for the seven men in black.

Just because of his words, the group walked for more than ten miles of mountain road in vain. It was not until midnight that they finally arrived at the cemetery behind the Mojia Village.

Perhaps because of the wrong path, the seven people's faces were tired. Some people's clothes were torn, some people's hats fell off, and many people were covered with spiders in the woods.

The whole team looked embarrassed and sloppy, but even so, it could not hide the murderous aura on them. Along the way, Mo Feifan had been cursed by them countless times, and at this time he was so tired that he closed his mouth.

At this time, the dusk was already in full swing, and the bright moonlight spread on hundreds of graves of various sizes, making people feel cold in the soles of their feet. The white flags supported by the bamboo pole swing in the wind, like evil spirits.

Seven people sat on the grass sweating profusely, and their hands kept blowing the wind. The water had already been finished, and at this time they could only endure hunger and thirst and take a rest first. Of course, all this was due to "Mo Feifan".

After resting for about a quarter of an hour, they finally got to do it.

"Zhao San, let's click the acupoint first." An old man licked his dry lips among the crowd and said. This man was thin, with a strange scar on his right face, and his eyes were emitting a shiny light. The so-called clicking is to look for those nanny houses that may be buried in the underworld. Judging from the awe of the people around him, this person should be the leader of this group of people.

"Okay, Master Xi." A thin man in black stood up, took out a compass from his waist, and began to wander between the tombs.

Of course, these people came here today to talk to the dead. They were here to find a legendary tomb.

"Master Xi, do you think this place where the bird does not shit will have the big tomb we want?" asked a man in black with pockmarked sequels on his face.

The old man named Master Xi did not open his eyes, but just sighed: "I have been looking for that thing for ten years, and I finally got a little clue. Not to mention that birds don't poop, even if it's a sword, a sea of ​​fire, a tiger's den, a dragon pool, I have to come and see it myself."

The man with a slut face nodded and said, "We 'Skeleton Cult' have been hiding in Tibet for more than 30 years. It's time to reappear."

"If we can find the 'Huocan' sword, we can guide the treasures on the Demon Mountain. With that batch of treasures, our Skeleton Sect will dominate the world and will be just around the corner." The old man said expectantly.

After hearing this, the man with a slutty face felt that he was surging in his heart, as if he could lie in gold, silver and jewelry tomorrow. But he also had a hint of doubt. He spent such a huge price to find the "Fire Remnant" knife. If there is no treasure, wouldn't it be a waste of water?

"Master Xi, aren't these things really legends?"

Feeling the gloomy wind blowing from the other side of the cemetery, the old man raised his head and said decisively and decisively: "If you should know, please ask what you should not know, don't ask!"

The man with a thumping face was so scared that he was clever. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and closed his mouth tactfully.

The old man's name is Hisan, and he is a mysterious church, the Skeleton Sect Master. He would come here from afar because he accidentally got an ancient book called "Ghosts".

"Ghost" has only a few pages of fragments. After spending several years deciphering the ancient texts on it, he knew that there was actually a kind of mysterious artifacts from outside the sky in this world. After going through a lot of hardships, he found this Seven-Star Tomb, which may contain fire.

Let’s talk about the thin man in black who left. This person is indeed not simple. In just one cup of tea, he found the largest cemetery house in the grave.

"Master Xi, found it." The man in black shouted in a low voice from afar.

"Finished!"

"Finally found!" Several men in black were extremely excited and followed the sound happily. Xishan, who had been closing his eyes and resting, opened his eyes and raised his feet.

This is an ordinary and extremely unusual place, with neither a raised tomb nor a stone tablet that indicates identity. It is indeed a bit incredible that the thin man in black chose the location of the tomb here.

The man with a mao face was a little unbelievable and questioned: "There's no mistake."

The thin man in black patted his chest and said confidently: "Absolutely, I can conclude that there is a large tomb here, and it is not an ordinary large tomb."

"Why is it unusual?" the man with a slut face continued to ask.

"As the saying goes, the earth is big and the earth is small and the spirit is small. Although this place is small, it hides wind and air, surrounded by mountains and water. Five feet away, there is a pond. The east gate of the pond water mouth is tightly locked, and the north gate releases water, and there is an eye in the middle, so this is a dragon vein." The thin man in black said in a leisurely manner.

The man with a macaque face wanted to ask something, but before he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Hisan on the side.

Hisan roared quietly and said, "Okay, I'll say these words in the future if I have time. Now, dig the grave."

As soon as the order was given, the other six people had already taken out their tools and started shoveling soil. Their tools were nothing more than some iron rods and pieces. Although the guys were ordinary, they were quite easy to use. It is not difficult to see from their skillful movements that these people were veterans.

The six people started working together, and in just half an hour, they went down to a large pit two or three meters deep and hit the rammed earth layer.

In ordinary people's tombs, there is no need to make such rammed earth layer. Only those tombs have treasures, so they need to set up such things in order to prevent the large tombs excavated by tomb robbers. Seeing this thing, everyone present, their hearts were hanging high in their throats. They did not delay and continued to work on the rammed earth layer.

The texture of the rammed earth layer was very hard, and it took more than an hour for these people to break up the three-foot thick soil. After finishing this work, the extension of the tomb below was exposed to everyone.

When he saw the strange external delay of this tomb, Xishan, who had been calm, became excited. His eyes were like two balls of flames. He jumped out of the big pit and stroked the inner layer of white paste and rammed earth from top to bottom. He had already recited "Seven Star Tomb, Seven Star Tomb" in his mind more than ten times.

Seeing that the mage's expression was a little strange, many questions arose in the six people's hearts. However, they did not dare to ask again, for fear of making the mage unhappy.

"Leave four people outside to catch the wind, Zhao San and Mazi follow me in." Xishan said, and his hands had already taken out the fire knife and flint.

The tomb was full of dangers and dangers. I heard from the mage that I only brought two people in, and several others recommended themselves, wanting to follow him to protect his safety.

But he didn't appreciate it, he just said fiercely: "Wait outside."

The other four people looked at me, and I looked at you, but I didn’t know what to say for a while. Seeing this, Zhao San, who was holding a Feng Shui plate, hurriedly said, “Brothers, don’t worry, Brother Ma and I will take good care of the mage’s safety.”

"Well, brothers, don't worry, it's okay to have me, Mazi." Mazi echoed. Although he was unwilling to enter this ghost place from the bottom of his heart, he had no choice. Instead of being ridiculed by others for being timid, it's better to pretend to be bolder.

Xishan You sighed and coughed dryly: "Let's go."

After saying that, he held up a torch and entered the corridor leading to the tomb. Zhao San and Mazi also held up a torch and followed.

In the huge cemetery, there were three men wearing torches walking carefully on the blue bricks in the corridor of the tomb.

Crack, the footsteps of the three people echoed in the hut, making them extremely crisp.

"Cough" Ma Zi's voice broke the strange atmosphere: "Zhao, Zhao San, how could there be such a large tomb in this place? Is the Feng Shui here really that good?"

He looked at the wet and humid walls around him, and his voice became weaker.

The fire swayed, and the air was filled with a burning smell caused by burning.

"Actually, I didn't tell you something just now. The layout of this house is not to absorb the energy of the dragon vein. It collects the yin and avoids the sun. The aura of the dragon is like a lying sword or a tilted knife. It is a broken son and grandson, and the descendants are fleeing to the burial place. It is a great ominous!" Zhao San held up a torch and said in a leisurely manner.

After listening to Zhao San’s story, a hint of chill flashed through Mazi’s heart. He shivered and his teeth clattered: “If...if... is true, why didn’t you say it earlier and let us in?”

"Because I asked him to do that." Hisan glanced at Mako coldly.

"This...why is this?" Mazi was puzzled and said with a dry smile.

Hisan didn't keep it a secret and said bluntly: "If you want to get more money, don't ask too much."

"Brother, don't be impatient, you can be rich and powerful in danger." Zhao San patted Mazi's back and said with a wicked smile.

Mazi's body shook slightly, and the arrow had to be fired on the string, so he could only walk forward.

The three of them walked through the long corridor and came to the gate of the main hall behind.

The main hall gate is about one zhang high and eight feet wide, and the weight of this door alone is more than five thousand kilograms. The heavy feeling of the gate is amazing.

"Mazi, press that thing down with force." Xishan looked around for a while, stretched out his somewhat withered hand, and pointed to a coral-shaped thing by the door.

Mazi didn't doubt that he had him and handed the torch in his hand to Zhao San. Zhao San took the torch and suddenly a trace of ominous premonition flashed through his heart. He didn't know what this premonition was, but it really existed.

On this side, Ma Zi rolled up her sleeves and walked forward quickly. She first used light force and found that the coral-shaped object was still motionless. After a loud shout, he pressed his whole body on his hands, and the coral-shaped object slowly changed.

I saw the object slowly sinking into the rocks, and the door of thousands of pounds slowly moved away, and the door slowly opened a small corner.

The old man's figure suddenly floated behind the door and walked in several steps in the blink of an eye.

"Follow in!" The old man left three cold words.

Zhao San was stunned and followed. Seeing that both of them were in, Mazi naturally wanted to follow them. But just after letting go of the coral object with his hand, an extremely sharp dart suddenly flew out of a living stone under his feet.

There was only a whistle, and the dart pierced through his head and then shot out from the Tianling Cap at a high speed. The dart with the blood beads was still in a state of power, and it was deeply inserted into the rock above.

The time of this process happened was very short, and Mazi didn't even have the chance to shout. After shaking his body a few times, he fell heavily to the ground.

Ma Zi outside the door died of a murderous death, but the two people inside were "absolutely unaware". At least one of them really didn't know.

The childish man who followed the old man into the main hall held two torches and looked behind him from time to time, wondering why the pockmark hadn't come in yet. Although he was strange in his heart, he did not stop. The place was very gloomy and he dared not stay alone.

Two people and three torches walked about forty steps in the main hall. Finally, Xishan stopped in front of a coffin with a dragon, a phoenix, but a black painted gold.

"Haha, I finally found it... Stone Spirit Ghost Coffin... The fire is ruined..." The old man who had not said a few words suddenly became excited. He shook his hand and handed the torch to Zhao San beside him, and quickly knelt down next to the coffin, touched the coffin with both hands. The feeling seemed to be stroking the body of a charming woman.

When Zhao San, who was standing aside, suddenly felt his nerves trembled when he heard the four words "Stone Spirit Ghost Coffin". He had read an introduction to this kind of coffin in ancient books.

The original book says this: "Stone essence is wonderful iron. Stone is the essence of iron, and essence is the essence of stone!" Stone essence is actually the best iron.

The ghost coffin made by "Stone Spirit" is very tightly sealed, and it is not as good as an ordinary coffin. Because of its unique shade and cool attribute, it can preserve the original appearance of the corpse very well. However, this kind of thing has a very heavy yin energy and is regarded as an ominous thing by ordinary people, let alone the royal family. Therefore, this kind of thing is very rare. If it weren't for the monk calling out this name today, Zhao San always believed that these things only exist in legends. What made him even more incredible was that the stone spirit ghost coffin showed no sign of rust at all, which was incredible.

"Come here, come here to help me!" Xishan, whose eyes were lit, suddenly turned his head and shouted at Zhao San.

Zhao San inserted three torches into several big holes on the wall and walked over slowly. The old man slowly stood up and said, "Open the coffin, and the gold, silver and treasures in the coffin are all yours. I will only take away the fire."

"What, it's all mine?" Zhao Sanda was shocked and thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, it's all yours." The old man repeated.

The confirmation of Zhao San's heart almost jumped out. Such a precious stone spirit coffin, the burial objects inside must be priceless. Even if you take a few of them, you can spend several years comfortably. Now the mage wants to give him all the gold, silver and treasures, so why isn't it overjoyed?

Even the surprise, Zhao San quickly came to his senses. After getting Huo Can, he also obtained the treasure of Tianmo Mountain. Compared to that big treasure, what does this little money count as? Of course, he knew that he could not show that he was too greedy for money and kept saying, "I won't take the treasure alone, I will share it with my brothers."

Although he said this on his lips, Zhao San thought to himself that he would take action later and take a few more treasures before the people outside came in. In this way, he would not suffer any losses.

Something strange flashed in Hisan's eyes, and after a flash, he began to grop in the coffin.

At first, Zhao San didn't understand why this was done. But when he didn't struggle to push open the lid of the coffin, he realized that there must be some secret mechanism on the coffin, otherwise how could it be so simple to open the "Stone Ghost Symbol Coffin" with excellent sealing properties.

The heavy coffin lid flew down from the coffin and hit the ground, making a deafening sound. Zhao San didn't have time to slowly adapt to the discomfort of his ears, so he immediately looked into the coffin. The corpses and treasures in the coffin were covered with a thin layer of small-leaf red sandalwood "skeleton plates".

The board is made of gold thread and gold foil, with a whole body, a head and a limb.

Next to these skeletons, there were still several lines of crooked small characters engraved deeply. I don’t know if it was too sloppy or it was just an unknown text. Zhao San looked at it for a long time but couldn’t understand a single word. Before he could take a closer look, the old man, a few steps away from the coffin, urged him to take the board away.

At this time, Zhao San's doubts were extremely great. He was very strange. The old man didn't look at the coffin at all, but he actually knew that there was a board on it.

At this point, he didn't have time to think too much. Curiosity and interests drove Zhao San to quickly remove the "skeleton board" covered on it. He lifted the "skeleton board" and there was a layer of beautiful silk fabric below. Because there were too many silk fabrics and there was no situation below, Zhao San took away the priceless clothes again.

The moment the silk fabric was grabbed, countless rays of light shot out from the coffin. The jewelry in the coffin filled most of the coffin.

The royal blue, bright red, emerald green, yellow and clear colors are reflected in each other, as if illuminating the entire main hall.

After a peek, I saw a woman with a vivid body lying naked in a coffin full of jewelry, jade and jade.

The woman has a high nose and thin lips, smooth skin, and long silk-like hair sprinkled on one side. Her temples are cut by a knife, her eyebrows are like ink paintings, and her face is like peach petals. She looks extremely elegant and noble, elegant and unconventional, like a fairy from an overseas fairy island. The woman is lying in a coffin, as if she is asleep in a bathtub, beautiful and charming.
Chapter completed!