Tomb Robbery: The ancestor of Yiling was dug up

The place where the fat man ran was the place where they came to put the blood corpse. It's over. The fat man will definitely wake up the blood corpse when he goes there
Without even thinking about it, Zhang Qiling dodges and chases after him, disappearing in an instant, accompanied by shouts of curses and roars of blood corpses in the distance, he was indeed startled, everyone was startled, it's over, there must be a fierce fight.

"Fuck! Your uncle! Who are you!" There was a burst of cursing from the tomb, accompanied by the roar of blood corpses. It seems that it will take a fierce fight to calm down, Wu Xie thought so.

"Keep away!" Zhang Qiling only said this, and saw the blood corpse was slapped on the wall by the black gold ancient knife. Before he died, Wu Xie immediately hid back, accidentally bumping into the coffin behind him.

The blood corpse was disturbed, and when it touched the coffin of King Lu Shang, it seemed that everything was like a chain reaction. A black mist gradually filled the surroundings. It was faint, but it would not be noticed by others. After appearing, the blood corpse froze for a moment.

Everyone was fighting with the blood corpse, the black mist became heavier and heavier, and the reaction of the blood corpse became more and more sluggish, Zhang Qiling noticed something was wrong, he looked around, although it was normal for there to be no light in the tomb, but there were so many of them They all held flashlights and torches, and the black fog was getting heavier and heavier, but the torches and flashlights were not affected at all.

"Something is wrong!" Zhang Qiling reminded immediately, and everyone realized that something was wrong around them. What the hell is this fog? It will also affect the blood corpse. What is there?

"What is this? Why is this thousand-year-old blood corpse still afraid of this ghost thing?" Wu Xie was shocked. Is there a big guy here?
"I don't know, it might be very dangerous!" Zhang Qiling's words didn't seem to be lying, he couldn't feel what was there, everyone was tense, even the fat man who was cursing just now shut his mouth tightly.

Even Zhang Qiling, the ancestor of Zongzi, said it was dangerous, and if he couldn't be provoked, it was really dangerous. Wu Sansheng's face turned ugly for a moment, and there was something that Zhang Qiling thought was dangerous, that was really dangerous.

"Let's all gather together. This black mist doesn't seem to do any harm to us. This thing has an effect on blood corpses. Is it still something that restrains blood corpses? Wu Xie, stay away." Wu Sansheng thought deeply, this thing even It was the first time he saw it, let alone Wu Xie and the others, and the little brother said it was dangerous, and that was the real danger.

They watched the reaction of the blood corpse slow down bit by bit, and there might have been some slight struggles, but it was nothing to mention under the permeation of the black mist, and disappeared in the black mist, and what is even more interesting is that the blood corpse disappeared completely. , the black mist gradually dissipated without leaving a trace.

"Fuck. What the hell is this? It's so powerful that even the blood corpse was wiped out without any struggle. Could there be something terrifying?" After a while, everyone came back to their senses. , exclaimed, the fat man was the worst, he broke all his imagination about conventional things.

"Be careful, open the museum!" Wu Sansheng looked around and saw that there was no danger before making a sound. The black mist just now was too terrifying, as if it would definitely not be able to escape as long as it was glued to him, just like the blood corpse , disappeared without a trace.

"Okay! Come on, give me a hand, brothers!" Fatty was very interested in mining the ghost weapon, and his eyes were full of yearning for wealth.

"One, two, three bangs." The coffin lid was opened, and the faint sound of breathing entered everyone's ears, and everyone froze in place for a moment, what's this?alive?

"Why is there still breathing? Is this ghost still alive?" The fat man was completely shocked. How could he still be alive after such a long time? Is this really immortal?
"Did King Lu Shang really live forever? Could this be King Lu Shang?" Wu Xie had some doubts. As a high-achieving student in the 21st century, he held objective materialism towards ghosts and gods.

"It's not King Zhou Mu, there is a purple gold box in the coffin, and there will be the answer you want." I don't know when I stood beside Wu Xie, with indifferent eyes and a light demeanor, everyone was a little puzzled when they heard Zhang Qiling's words.

"Hey? There is really a purple gold box, come and have a look." The fat man groped into the coffin and found a purple gold box. He was very happy, especially for the gold and silver treasures.