Tomb robber: No more pretending, I am Faqiu Tianguan

“No, don’t worry, this ‘city’ is different from the Jige ruins… It’s a little weirder. ”

Jiang Nan chuckled, looked at the puzzled Shirley A Xiang and Chuyi, and said, “I’ll tell you about the events of that night, let’s go see this midnight howling yak first.” ”

“More weird?”

Hearing this, the fat man and Huba suddenly became Muggles.

Isn’t it weird enough to walk at night?

Wow!

Thinking of this, Huba and the fat two couldn’t help but feel terrified, and subconsciously approached a little Jiangnan.

Bitter smile!

Jiang Nan looked at these two people, and there was a sentence in his heart that he wanted to say it.

Moo~

Just then, a second cow moo came again.

Pain, resentment, unwillingness.

It was obviously the voice of a yak, but everyone heard human emotions from it.

“Nima, this won’t be a yak into essence, will it?”

“After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, you are not allowed to become fine, what do these ghost things take as national policies?”

“Bah, people are so bad that they are more than 2,000 years ago, and the policies after the founding of the People’s Republic of China can manage it?”

Play and play, make trouble.

Still have to go and see the situation.

A group of six people vigilantly touched the depths of the cave house.

This cave house is similar in structure to the houses of the past.

But in the depths, there was an extra thick stone gate.

The stone door was slippery and greasy, stained with a lot of grease.

The most striking thing is that at the edge of the stone gate, there is a blood-colored handprint.

It was as if someone had blood on their hands and left with a stone door, leaving a bloody handprint.

“This is yak blood, I will not admit it!”

Chuyi stepped forward and sniffed carefully, and said affirmatively.

People on the steppe, who have been dealing with yaks for many years, are no longer familiar with the blood of yaks.

Several people nodded.

The fat man took a deep breath, took a few steps back, sprinted forward sharply, and kicked open the stone door with one kick.

Everyone raised their guns and followed inside.

There was still no trace of it inside.

Inside the room, blood was everywhere on the surrounding walls, and in the middle was a stone platform, a wooden stake, and a bone-removing knife.

On top is a lump of fresh yaks, a few even steaming cowhides.

How to look, these things have just been unloaded from the yak.

This is the slaughterhouse.

Everyone suddenly realized in their hearts.

All this seems normal, but if you add the slaughterhouse more than 2,000 years ago, it is very weird.

Moo~

The sound of cows mooing came from overhead.

Jiang Nan looked playfully at a bull’s head hanging above his head, which was two or three times larger than an ordinary yak.

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The skin of the bull’s head had long been stripped clean and bloody, and the two big eyes were wide.

Inside the cow’s nose, as if breathing, it was still spitting out hot air, and its eyes were constantly rolling up and down, left and right, looking at everyone.

This thing is alive.

“Nima’s…”

Huba Yi, the fat man, and the first low moan of consciousness horror.

Even Shirley was stunned.

“Calm down, this thing is not dangerous, don’t shoot!”

Jiang Nan grabbed the fat man’s hand that wanted to shoot and examined it carefully.

“The more I looked, the more I felt that this bull’s head was skinned alive, and its head was cut off a few seconds ago, so it still maintains certain signs of life…”

Chu Yi could touch his waist, but unfortunately, the barley wine stored on his body had long been consumed along the way, and he felt lonely.

“This city is really enchanting!”

Shiley leaned on Jiangnan, seeking a sense of security, and murmured.

She probably understood what Jiang Nan meant by “demon” before.

The ancient city more than two thousand years ago, the yak that was beheaded only a few seconds ago, the lights that do not go out outside, the beef stew that is boiling?

All this makes people feel panic from the bottom of their hearts.

They have seen a lot of dirty things, but this kind of evil ancient city is rare in the world!

It was as if more than two thousand years ago, time suddenly stopped, and everything in Evil Luohai City was still.

Jiang Nan didn’t speak, he just stared indifferently at the bull’s head above his head.

The eyes narrowed slightly, and while everyone’s attention was attracted by the bull’s head, a pair of eyes quietly changed, instinctively communicating some mysterious power.

Like an eraser, the bull’s head is like a picture scroll erased by an eraser.

In the increasingly frightened gazes of everyone, little by little, the bull’s head disappeared into the air.

“…..”

Everyone watched this scene happen with expressionless faces.

They felt that today, even the Jade Emperor, Buddha, and Yawei suddenly appeared in front of them.

None of them will have the slightest psychological fluctuation.

In short, it is the two words of evil door and it is over.

“Is that really the case…

Jiang Nan’s slightly undetectable whisper.

Not about the truth about the city, but about the application of the Unbounded Demon Pupil.

These eyes are a real evil sect.

After unfolding the Transformation Realm, the Ghost Mother is long dead.

But for thousands of years, this ancient city, which has been embodied by life, still stands here intact.

When Jiang Nan instinctively used these eyes to communicate with the ghost cave, he could easily erase everything in it.

It’s just that if you want to create it out of thin air like a ghost mother, Jiang Nan hasn’t touched the trick yet.

The night breeze was cold.

Everyone had no idea of remaining in the house, at the door of the cave house.

Several big men tacitly lit a cigarette, looked at the hazy moonlight covered by black clouds, and were silent.

They want to be quiet.

“Jiang Ye, you said…

In the doubtful eyes of everyone, the fat man smashed the bar and smashed his mouth, and hesitantly spoke.

“Didn’t we just eat a pot of beef that has been boiled for 2,000 years?

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