Seeing Zhao San in a daze, Xishan sighed heavily, pointed to the coffin and said, "These gold, silver and jewelry are all yours, I will only take away the fire."

Feeling that he was a little out of control, Zhao San scratched his head and went to the side.

Hisan seemed not surprised at the nakedness of the female corpse, but just stretched out his withered right hand with his eyes shining out and touched the buttocks of the corpse. He knew that there was something he wanted there. After exploring and fiddling with the woman's soft body, the old man finally got the things he had been thinking about day and night from the buttocks of the female corpse in the coffin, his hands trembling, and he got what he had been thinking about day and night.

It was a box, an ordinary box that could no longer be ordinary. The box opened with a snap, and a two-inch-long strange knife appeared in the old man's eyes. It was weird, it was on the knife, and there was also a skeleton icon that was exactly the same as the "skeleton board". It was broken, it was said that the knife seemed to be very decayed. Compared with the many treasures in the coffin, it was too eclipsed.

"It's this, it's this, Huo Can, haha, I finally found it." Xishan's beard shivering with joy, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

I don’t want gold, silver and treasures filled with coffins. The thing the mage is looking for is such a broken box. Why is this? Zhao San on the side really can’t figure it out.

Just as he was thinking about it, the light that flashed in Hisan's eyes dimmed. He sighed lightly and suddenly said: "Things are yours, and people are yours.

After saying that, Xishan carefully stuffed the treasure box from Buyi into his arms. Then he took off a torch and walked towards the entrance of the tomb. When he reached the door, he looked at him with a special meaning. There was a hint of helplessness in his cold eyes.

"People are mine too? What does this mean?" Zhao San was already confused at this moment.

After being stunned, Zhao San came to his senses. No matter what, gold, silver and jewelry were still important. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he still shouted outside the door: "Brother Mazi, come in and get gold, silver and treasures."

After a few sounds, Mazi outside the door did not answer, let alone the four people outside the tomb came in. Zhao San did not go out to see what happened, but hoped that they would come later, at least he could take advantage of this opportunity to get more treasures. His brows were curved, and a greedy look appeared in Zhao San's eyes. He stuffed a lot of treasures and gems into his clothes and his pockets, and his hands and feet were almost out of their way.

It was an unstoppable **. Even at this time, if one of his hands was cut off, his other hand would not stop.

The beautiful female corpse lay there quietly, like a sleeping beauty. Zhao San, who was frantically picking up jewelry, would inevitably touch the skin of the female corpse. At first, he was a little taboo, after all, the corpse is ominous to most people.

But when his hands passed through the skin of the beautiful female corpse, the breathable and destructible touch made Zhao San hallucinate. He even felt that the surface of the female corpse that had been dead for a long time and the body temperature of the living person was unique. Unconsciously, his hands groped up and down the female corpse and kneaded...

When he saw what his hands were doing, a trace of fear flashed through his mind. Yes, he couldn't control himself, and an inexplicable force was pushing him to do something. This was not a defence for a lustful person, because he could clearly feel the existence of that power.

At this time, the light in Zhao San's eyes suddenly disappeared, which was a dullness that only dead people or living dead people could have.

Although Zhao San's mind was extremely clear, his whole body was no longer under his control, and even moving his little finger was a luxury. Now, Zhao San could know why Xishan chose him and Mazi. If he was not wrong, Xishan treated them as sacrifices, or cannon fodder.

After understanding this, Zhao Sanxing was covered in sweat. Fear and fear immediately swept across his body. He used his greatest will to regain control of his body.

Zhao San wanted to try whether his feet could move, but what he saw was his hands moving.

Worry, despair, and doubt were mixed together, like a big stone, blocking Zhao San's chest, making him breathless.

In the strange atmosphere, Zhao San saw his two hands reaching into the coffin and lifting the female corpse.

When all the naked and beautiful female corpses were reflected in their eyes, Zhao San was burned. He tore off his clothes without control, pressed the female corpse underground, and fucked with the female corpse crazy.

"Hmph", Zhao San gasped and made a thrill. His hands were extremely dishonest and touched the female corpse's buttocks and her peaks...

Half a quarter of an hour later, the skin of the female corpse quickly contracted and collapsed. The magical beauty just now disappeared in a flash, and the pink face turned from red to white, from white to purple, and from purple to black. A fresh and beautiful female corpse turned into a skinny skeleton in the blink of an eye.

It's too fast, so fast that it's impossible to add up, and it's fleeting in a blink of an eye.

The female corpse changed amazingly, and Zhang San on the other hand was the same. After engaging with the female corpse, he instantly recovered his control of his body, but a strange itch spread in his body.

He scratched his whole body like crazy, and the blood marks and bunches of hair made people shocking.

He finally understood why Xishan didn't open the museum by himself, but hid far away and let himself do it. It must be that the coffin was painted with something that could make people crazy. When Zhao Shan understood that it was too late - he had already said that. He screamed and cursed Xishan, and held down his flesh little by little... In the end, he died of blood...

With a roar, the entire tomb began to collapse soon, and the "skeleton plate" of small-leafed red sandalwood wood was crushed into pieces by the falling rocks.

Of course, Xishan has seen the layout of the Seven Star Tomb, and he understands the meaning of the board on the coffin.

The text probably means that this female corpse is a witch of the "mountain clan". If it is the yang energy that opens the coffin, the witch's yin energy will be combined with it, and the sarcophagus will open normally. If it is the yin energy that opens the coffin, the witch's yin energy will be contrary to it, and the sarcophagus will destroy both body and spirit.

Hisan got what he wanted at the expense of two personal subordinates. Although the mission was completed, it was too cruel.

The moonlight under the shade of the tree was gently draped on Hisan. Hisan carefully covered the box in his arms and stood in front of the collapsed Seven Star Cemetery with expressionless face. Some of the four subordinates around him were confused on their faces, while others were sad on their faces, all of whom remained silent.

"I will take good care of their family, and they die." Xishan said this and walked towards the depths of the dense forest without looking back. Although he was already a decades old man, he was very fast, and even an ordinary young man might not be able to catch up.

The four of them looked at each other, then at the collapsed grave, and sighed heavily to follow. Being able to die for the Skeleton Cult can be considered a death toll.

Mojia Village is located at the junction of the two major mountains of the ancient fish country. There are many mountains around it, and there are also jackals, tigers and leopards. Ordinary families will not come out at night, and they will not dare to come out. The reason why Xishan dares to come here is simply because of his skill and courage. But the mystery of the world is often amazing. Those beasts hidden in the night are not as simple as we imagined.

Before they could walk out of the ground dozens of feet, everyone heard a long wolf howl. Then there were more than a dozen wolf howls echoing. The desolate and terrifying grave, coupled with the waves of wolf howls, made people's scalp numb and their backs squirted.

"No, there are wolves nearby." A thin man stopped and exclaimed. "It's just a few beasts, what's there to be afraid of? Just kill them." Seeing this, a strong man with triangular eyes stopped, and his tone was full of disapproval.

"What you said is light. You should know that the wolf pack is afraid of tigers. With your ability, can you kill a tiger?" the thin man asked back.

The Triangle Eye swung its thick arm, feeling very confident: "It's just a tiger. I didn't meet it. I have to compete with it. What's more, there are so many of us who are afraid of them?"

This man really didn't know the world was so strong that the thin man thought to himself. He didn't answer the words, but turned his head away disapprovingly and looked at Hisan.

"Master, what should we do?" everyone asked in unison.

Hisan replied: "We must leave before dawn, and we cannot delay at all. Follow my orders and we avoid them."

"Oh, yes." Everyone replied. Even if some people are unwilling to accept it, they can't help it.

After a short stay, after Hisan's decision, the five decided to turn around and take another path. They didn't want to mess with the wolves, but some troubles were avoided.

Since Dashan came out of the tomb, the wolf hiding in the surrounding woods has smelled the smell of fresh meat.

God gave them cruel and bloody. In order to survive, they could only open their sharp fangs and cut off the throats of all those who dared to resist.

"Aoaoao", the white-headed wolf king kept tilting his neck and shouting loudly at the disc-shaped moon.

Under the leadership of a white-headed wolf king, more than fifty bloodthirsty wild wolves scattered and surrounded five people. Wolves are very smart animals. They understand the importance of coordinated combat and understand how to gather superior forces to fight with prey. This is also the reason why tigers and lions generally dare not touch them.

"Aoaoao" The white-headed wolf king once again issued the king's order, and the wolf around him heard the order amid the howling. Some of the wolf followed, and some of the wolf intercepted. A rustling sound came from the woods, which was the sound of the wolf running and scratching the leaves and vegetation.

Hisan, who felt that the atmosphere was very wrong, raised his hand and made a pause gesture.

The four people stopped and he muttered: "What should be come, they will come, and they can't even hide."

He didn't say what was coming, but everyone knew very well. They looked at each other and pulled out the sword at their waists.

"Master..." The triangular eye was about to open his mouth, but it was interrupted. Suddenly, a black shadow suddenly penetrated out of the dark woods. It was too fast, and before the speaker could lift the sword, he felt something pierced through his right hand. "Ah..." He swung his hands quickly as if he had stuck to the plague god in order to get rid of the entanglement of the black shadow.

It doesn't matter if this swing is done, a large piece of meat is also taken down by the black shadow. At this time, everyone can fully see the black shadow. It is a strong and powerful wolf with fierce light on its eyes. At this moment, it is holding a piece of blood-stained human flesh in its mouth.

The Triangle Eye was tough and did not lose all the fighting power because of the lack of a piece of meat on his hand. He roared, waved his right hand, which was spraying red blood, and chopped off the sword at the wolf's head.

The sharp sword cut off the wolf's trachea. The wolf didn't even have time to scream, so he fell to the ground and died. The entire wolf's head was also connected to the body, and other muscles, bones, etc. were cut off by a sword, which shows the strength of this move.

The wolves were not scared by the unsimple prey in front of them. In their world, they only have the word "survival". In order to survive, they will do their best to swallow their prey into their own belly.

Countless black shadows were seen stepping on the grass and rolling up a bloody wind. Under the personal leadership of the very smart white-necked wolf king, nearly fifty wolves launched a rapid and extremely aggressive attack on the five people in Xishan.

Their defensive camps are so sophisticated that they are not messy, and they show their fangs and come from all directions.

The wolf pack has extraordinary combat power, and the five people are not simple either. During the two-quarters of an hour of fighting, wolves were cut to death, and the wolf corpses were spread all over the floor.

More than fifty wolves are simply a nightmare for ordinary people. For Xishan and others who are very skilled in martial arts, it is also a big trouble.

In the darkness, deep in the dense forest, there was a tiger always watching everything in front of him. Or, from the moment they dug the grave, they fell into the tiger's vision.

When the human and wolf battled stalemate, the tiger actually stood upright in the dark shadow. Looking closely, this was Mo Feifan's second uncle, and the famous hunter with a radius of hundreds of miles. He sewed the tiger's skin into clothes, stretched it tightly on his body, and applied the tiger's feces to his body, so he dared to go into the mountains with a black hair.

What he didn't expect was that he didn't catch the prey, but saw someone robbing the ancient tomb. Moreover, these people were so skillful that they could actually conflict with the wolves head-on.

After thinking for a while, Uncle Mo Er held five harpoons in his hand and went back to the village to call someone.

Not long after, a group of twenty or thirty people in Mojia Village rushed to the back mountain of Mojia Village. When everyone saw the scene in front of them, they all sucked in a cold air. They saw that the mountains were everywhere, and the corpses of wild wolves were everywhere, and the roughness seemed to be at least thirty.

The remaining dozen wild wolves, led by the White-Border Wolf King, were still constantly testing the men in black who had been exhausted. The villagers of Mojia Village knew that the wolves were looking for opportunities, and then rushed forward to eat the group of people.

"Okay, okay, God is so eyed. These bastards deserve to meet the wolves." Hu Zi's father shook his drunken body and clapped his hands happily.

"When they fight to the point where both sides suffer, we will take action. If we dare to dig our ancestral grave, we will let God deal with these turtle grandsons." A man with a bearded face held up his harpoon and grinned.

The two of them meant to stand by and let them die. This idea is the most convenient and pleasing, and naturally it has received the consent of many people.

But if he agrees, without Mo Tie, the village chief, no one dares to decide the direction of everyone. Although Mo Tie is not the oldest, his seniority is the highest among these people, so his words are naturally the order.

While everyone was arguing, Mo Tie was also thinking about whether to do what everyone said. If these people were just a group of small tomb robbers, it would be easier to deal with. Sending officials to the ancestral hall, or holding the government to settle privately is just a matter of one sentence. But these people in front of you are not simple people. Judging from their ability to fight with the wolves and their uniform decorations, the origin of these people is definitely not simple.

If he just watched these people being killed by wolves like this, it might attract more of their accomplices and cause greater trouble. In order to provide stability to the village, he had to suppress his emotions.

He swallowed heavily, and Mo Tie said to everyone: "Save people."

"Save someone?! Boss Mo, are you?" Hu Zi's father thought he had heard it wrong and repeated.

Mo Tie didn't even look at him, but just looked like a gaze and said, "Save people."

Huzi's father had never seen Mo Tie's eyes and expressions like this. His falcon-like eyes looked straight at him, as if he wanted to swallow him alive. He shuddered suddenly and turned to the side.

There are definitely no few who have the same expression as him. Except for Mo Tie's younger brother, Uncle Mo Er, most of the villagers in Moji Village do not understand what he said.

Before everyone could ask questions, Mo Tie said, "These people are not simple. If they are just little thieves, I would ask everyone to tie him up. But in this situation, we have no choice but to save people."
Chapter completed!