Grave Robbery starts with the three-legged Golden Crow bloodline

It can be regarded as echoing the previous sentence, the most reasonable saying that when the wind passes, it leaves scars, and the geese pluck their hairs, wherever Luo Chen goes, no blade of grass will be left.

Then things became easier, after going from the underground tomb to the original flower field.

Probably because his mood was still not very beautiful, Luo Chen directly released the romantic and happy uncle Jiao from the virtual world.

And Uncle Jiao naturally did not disappoint anyone.

Like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, the entire flower field space was blown away, and the emerald green crystal stones were all brought into the virtual world by him.

And it became a new venue for Uncle Jiao to do sports in the future, which made Uncle Jiao very happy.

In short, everything came in such a timely manner.

First, he forcibly snatched a "beautiful Jiao Niang" from Uncle Jiao, and used his inheritance to forge a new "love" nest for himself.

Uncle Jiao was so happy that he wanted to kowtow to Wang Zanghai.

In the end, Uncle Jiao, who was completely having fun, also withheld the red crystal stone that separated the river, and Luo Chen and the others also entered the turbulent water smoothly.

If it wasn't for the little jiao's repentance in time, the pot of delicious jiaolong soup might have already been cooked.

. . .

Two hours later, the fishing boat incarnated by the Xuanwu stopped slowly at the ferry of Poyang Lake.

Luo Chen and Lao Ba also bid farewell to Mo's parents at the right time.

"Long resignation, after this time, report directly to the national scientific research institute!"

"I believe that with your mechanism skills, it will definitely bring Huaxia a more advanced development, come on!"

"Of course, if I need to follow up..."

"It's true that you say too much, as long as you need, I will dare to accompany you to the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang!"

Before Luo Chen finished speaking, Mo Changci was already slapping his chest in a muffled sound, as if to show Luo Chen his tough attitude.

Looking at it, Luo Chen couldn't help but smile in relief, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

"Good guy, your guess is really accurate!"

"If that time really comes, I hope this Mo Changci can still be so 'tough'!"

. . .

Two days later, Luo Chen took advantage of the cover of night to walk all the way against the flood, and returned to the innocent antique shop in Hangzhou after trekking across mountains and rivers.

But what made Luo Chen almost so angry that he had a cerebral hemorrhage was that he didn't get the meticulous care of his grandson in return for his long journey.

It wasn't the grand nephew's feast either.

When Luo Chen entered the small shop, there was only a letter from a 60-[-]-year-old clerk handed over by Grandpa Luo, which seemed to be left by innocent people.

But where did this guy go?
After reading the letter left by Wu Xie, Luo Chen immediately took control of their whereabouts.

Good guy, it seems that Wuxie has become a legged family after going to Lu Palace, and learned to run around.

After making a gesture towards the dark, not long after, a ticket to Yazhou was sent to Luo Chen.

Yazhou is located at the southernmost tip of Qiong Province, and it has been a necessary place for all kinds of merchant ships to pass through since ancient times.

And this time, Wu Xie was also tricked into going there by a group of guys who were looking for sideways. I have to say that this guy is really naive to death.

The random name of an international marine resource development company bluffed this little guy.

Little do they know that these guys are actually some cultural relic pirates from abroad who salvage sunken ships. Over the years, they have salvaged an unknown number of sunken ships in the coastal waters of China.

To put it bluntly, it is a group of foreign thieves and cultural relic dealers who are thinking about Huaxia Treasures. Luo Chen vaguely seems to remember that the chairman of their 'company' seems to be a foreigner named Kao.

It seems that I still let this product go for a while. . .

And this time, the place where they went foolishly and innocently was the location of the Xisha shipwreck mentioned before.

According to reports from the three provinces that year, there was also an underwater ancient tomb there.

So after knowing all this, Luo Chen didn't waste any more time.

After getting off the plane, a man dressed like a successful person picked up Luo Chen at the airport and sent him to the nearest sea area.

Finally, with the help of the cover of the reef, Luo Chen successfully rode on the Xiaojiao and walked towards the depths of the ocean.

Along the way, one fishing boat after another kept guiding Luo Chen in the direction, so as to ensure that Luo Chen would not go to the wrong place.

And these people are naturally the people of the Xiling lineage who have transformed into the dark.

That person from Laoshizi International Marine Company thought they were doing things flawlessly, but they didn't know that their every move was under the control of others.

With the support of Luo Chen and Jiumen, Xiling has developed into a colossal existence over the years.

Even Luo Chen is not very clear about the specific scale, maybe on a certain street in any city, any hawker selling pancakes and fruits is the eyeliner of Xiling.

It can be said that these people have been organized into China's 'dark eyes'.

Any disturbance will inevitably fall into their intelligence network.

Under the guidance of these 'fishermen', Luo Chen walked safely in this endless lonely sea.

The gem-like dark blue meets the sky in the distance, like a slowly rising blue continent, shining with the light of ancient prehistoric glass.

But in Luo Chen's eyes, behind the endless blue is not so pure.

Especially in China, the most mysterious ocean, since ancient times, it is unknown how many secrets of dynasties have been buried under this deep blue.

And at the farthest point of Luo Chen's line of sight, a strange black line appeared in the original endless blue.

It was like a sharp blade shining with black light, dividing the sea and sky that were originally connected together into two halves.

At the same time, at an unknown number of nautical miles in front of Luo Chen, a ship was already attacked by the storm that was approaching.

A barefoot young man on the deck of the ship was anxiously looking at the busy sailors around him, feeling the sudden drop in the speed of the ship, he was about to cry.

"Damn it, one of the engines went on strike, what a mess!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a bald head walked beside the young man, and patted the young man on the shoulder comfortingly:

"Don't worry, it's God's will when you encounter this kind of thing, and you can't hide from it!"

"Let's just work hard, and the rest is up to fate!"

. . .

Depend on!
This bald man is so heartbroken that he can say a lot of nonsense at this moment.

If I knew it earlier, I would have waited for Grandpa Luo. If his old man or younger brother were here, I wouldn't be so lonely and helpless.

The young man, or innocent, tightly pulled the iron ring on the boat to try to fix his body.

And the boat they were on was like entering the hell of the raging sea, following the black waves and constantly rising and falling.

It felt like riding a roller coaster without any insurance measures.