The

fat man had already picked off the bronze mirror of the corpse and put it in his bag again, and at this time he also came over to take a look, and easily lifted the lower half of the white cloth that was torn off by the zombie: "Huh? It's golden! It's going to be rich!

Lao Hu also looked inside from the white cloth, and it was indeed a skeleton spliced with gold, not a shell at all: "What's the situation?"

After disassembling the white cloth, Lao Hu finally had a clue: "This should be the shadow bone of the king, and the three coffins on it should be three nobles who were sentenced to death."

Although they were put to death, they were still blessed with the status they had in life, and King Xian considered these three to be his past life.

The ancients believed that the way of immortality must go through several catastrophes, so the people in the Dao Sect found the bones of their previous three lives as a replacement.

In this way, he said that he had experienced three great tribulations and three prisons, so that there would be no obstacle to becoming an immortal.

Shirley Yang looked up: "That is to say, the shadow bones of the coffin made of stone spirits buried here represent hell, and the three coffins above are the first three lives of the king to represent the three lives of the world, so there should be a layer above this tomb that represents the heaven of the king."

Lao Hu looked back at the bronze coffin on the side: "What did you find?"

Yu Qi'an raised the jade pillow in his hand: "I found this, there seems to be a brocade book in it, I don't know what the content is, I plan to find someone to open it after I go back, it should introduce the identity of the owner of this bronze coffin."

The rest of it is some clay pots and bamboo slips and the like, and I don't know what is written on them.

Shirley Yang said: "There have been people who have buried bamboo slips outside the coffin, but there are not many people who have buried bamboo slips in the coffin."

Presumably, these bamboo slips are either the writings of the corpse himself, or something very important to the owner, if they can be taken back, it is of great significance to study the life of the owner and confirm the identity of the owner. The

fat man asked curiously, "Is that worth it?"

Shirley Yang shook her head: "It's hard to say, there are not many people who collect this thing, most of them are museums and the like, and they can't be sold at a price." The

fat man suddenly lost interest: "Come on, donating to the museum is not just a few dozen catties of food stamps and a pennant, and even the salary is not enough, they have the ability to let them dig it themselves." The fat man didn't help them carry it.

Lao Hu looked at the bamboo slips in the bronze coffin: "Then let's cover the bronze coffin, otherwise the environment here will not be preserved for long."

We are here to survive this time, and we are not deliberately sabotage, so we can protect or protect. The

four of them worked together to cover the bronze coffin, and the fat man asked curiously: "By the way, since there is a zombie in here, how did the previous people put things in it?" Aren't you afraid of zombie bites?

Lao Hu smiled: "Isn't there a bronze mirror for the corpse, it is estimated that when the mirror is placed towards that, the zombie must be as honest as falling asleep, how to clean it up."

By the way, that's a good thing, don't forget to bring it with you, fat man, you'll definitely be able to use it in the future! The

fat man patted his backpack proudly: "Then I still need you to remind you, good things are never polite."

Shirley Yang frowned: "Old Hu, you promised me that you would not rob tombs again in the future!"

Lao Hu snorted: "Really? Don't worry, even if I can't use it, someone else will use it, it's better than having this thing buried in the ground, isn't it? A

few people came up from the ground, and then looked at the tomb again, and they saw nine immortal candles, six of which were made of black-scaled mermaids, and the remaining three were made of eleven or twelve-year-old boys.

Lao Hu asked suspiciously: "There are only five coffins in these three coffins, plus the one at the bottom, and the king above, how can there be nine immortal candles?" The

fat man said proudly: "That's not simple, plus the four of us are not exactly nine,, this is not right, the old man will not treat us as a guide boy, right?" The

fat man said that he was also nervous, and he still had the ability to sacrifice the king? It's also scary.

Shirley Yang shook her head: "No, old nonsense, this is the joint burial tomb of the husband and wife of the king, so one of this immortal candle should belong to his wife."

And there are not nine candles but ten, and there is a bronze one in it, which may not be lit up after a long time. The

fat man clapped his hands: "That's even more wrong, according to what you said, there is exactly one of the ten roots that is dedicated to the king's wife, and there are still four left, which are still the same as us!"

Lao Hu was speechless: "Can you not scare yourself and have to put it on yourself, maybe there are more wives for the king!" Several

people continued to look at the remaining two coffins with a heavy heart: "Just now below is just our guess, whether we open these two coffins or not." Several

people didn't say much, and when they opened the two coffins, there was a corpse with a missing head and heart.

After continuing to look for the heavenly palace on the top of the tomb, Lao Hu used a strong flashlight to finally find an olive-shaped masonry in the corresponding position of the shadow bone, which was slightly different from the rest of the place.

Lao Hu used Shirley Yang's flying tiger claws to go up to the copper beam, and began to pry the tomb bricks on it little by little, and after prying it open, an olive-shaped entrance was revealed on it.

Several people continued to go up and entered the entrance, which was a large cavity with a diameter of more than ten meters wide, surrounded by a circle of dirt slopes for going up and down.

The old man muttered: "This king's pursuit of becoming an immortal has reached the point of perversion, even if he dies, he will be buried in the highest part of the tomb."

The coffin of the king is estimated to be hanging at the highest point of this tomb in the position corresponding to the shadow bone, which is too high to even shine a flashlight on the top. Yu

Qi'an directly fired another flare upward, what is there to be afraid of, as long as it can dispel the darkness, all the charms and ghosts have nowhere to escape.

Then Lao Hu was embarrassed, this hole is dozens of meters high, looking up by the light of the flare, you can see a large circle of murals, all kinds of character paintings are looking down, they are very infiltrating.

But the only coffin on the top that did not have Lao Hu said, the three of them all looked at Lao Hu, and Lao Hu touched the gas mask awkwardly: "It doesn't make sense, let's go up and have a look first, maybe there is a layer of tomb on it." "

When we get here, we have no way to retreat, we can only continue to move forward, the fat man feels uncomfortable being stared at by so many eyes, and he uses a shovel to shovel, but there are too many portraits of this character, and he can't shovel it at all.

Yu Qi'an looked at this huge hollow and had a familiar feeling: "You say, does this place look like a ghost cave?" Everyone

was stunned when they heard this, and looked around, the bottomless big hole, and the steps around it may indeed be built in imitation of ghost caves.

Lao Hu asked suspiciously: "Do you mean that the king has been to the ghost cave?" Probably impossible, right?

Shirley Yang looked at the murals around her: "These murals are indeed a bit similar to ghost caves, could it be that there is some connection between the two?" "

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