Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

This floor is completely different from the previous floors. There are many compartments and corridors here.

From the corridor, all the rooms have closed doors and windows. In fact, the windows are covered with black, completely opaque paper, so you can't see in from the outside.

After the dust raised by the door fell, Hu Ming and his four companions walked in.

It is worth mentioning that the door of this room next to the corridor has obvious damage from being violently pried open by a crowbar.

Judging from the traces, it is still very new, probably just a few days ago, and it must have been left by the young man and his group.

This is also the confidence of several people to push the door and enter without confirming the situation inside.

The room is not big, at most three square meters, with simple decoration, and a black wooden coffin is placed in the center.

The walls are filled with wooden signs with words, which are old. A closer look shows that the words on them are all small regular script Chinese characters similar to epitaphs.

"This is the funeral hall, right? So, all the rooms on this floor are the funeral halls for coffins, right?"

"It's just like what you said, Uncle Ming. People and corpses live together. What's wrong with the Zhang family?"

The fat man looked at the black wooden coffin and grinned.

"Because... fresh corpses that haven't lost all their blood can protect the safety of the living people in the Zhang family."

Hu Ming, who was carefully looking at the life of the tomb owner recorded on the wooden plaque on the wall that had not yet rotted completely, smiled softly and said faintly.

The voice was very small, Hu Ming just said it to himself.

Hu Ming still remembered what the ghost man said to Wu Xie in the original book.

There are enough people who died in the Zhang family's ancient building. If someone else dies in it, the things inside will be fed!

Although it was not mentioned at the end what this thing was, it made people confused.

But after stepping into the Zhang Family Ancient Building, as he went deeper and deeper, Hu Ming's intuition kept alarming wildly. In addition, with the exploration of the human sonar system, Hu Ming had confirmed some things.

If the Zhang family arranged it according to their plan, the thing deep in the ancient building might be able to fulfill the dream that the Zhang family had been pursuing for thousands of years after hundreds or thousands of years.

However, the bad thing was that during the "archaeological excavation" of the Zhang Family Ancient Building that year, "his" people had already moved the deepest arrangement.

The archaeological excavation that year was actually a secret funeral!

Someone wanted to take over and seize the great fortune that the Zhang family had spent thousands of years to create.

Unfortunately, under the influence of some external forces, they finally failed.

But in that action, those people had indeed destroyed the deepest arrangement. God knows what changes have taken place there over the years.

In short, at this point, Hu Ming has been extremely sure that the Zhang Family Ancient Building is a man-eating underground monster!

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"Uncle Ming, give me three cigarettes!"

Just as Hu Ming was thinking, Wu Xie and his friends were already circling around the black wooden coffin, and Wu Xie suddenly shouted at Hu Ming.

"What?"

Hu Ming didn't react for a while.

It seems that the three of them want to open the coffin and find out some secrets of the Zhang family. However, if they want to open the coffin, why do they need cigarettes?

Besides, Xiaohua doesn't smoke!

Besides, taking off the gas mask to smoke in such a ghost place, are you going to die?

If you accidentally inhale a mouthful of strong alkaline dust, your entire lungs will be corroded!

"Hey, isn't this the hometown of Menyouping? We think that the owner here is related to me, so we should at least give him some face, right?"

"According to the rules of our tomb-grabbing lieutenant, we need to light a candle in the southeast corner and discuss with the owner of the coffin before opening the coffin. We don't have the conditions, so we can just make do with cigarettes."

The fat man took out a brand new "touch gold talisman" from his chest and said shamelessly.

Don't think about it, it's still a fake!

The tomb-grabbing talisman that the fat man originally wore had been burned in the Golden Room of Yunding Tiangong in order to escape.

"You're a fake, you're a tomb raider!"

"Also, Wu Xie and Xiao Hua are from the Northern School, and they don't care about this. I'm a Taoist priest, and I have no taboos, don't you understand? Who wants to play this with you?"

Hu Ming rolled his eyes, stepped forward, and clasped the lid of the black wooden coffin with his hands. He exerted force with his arms and lifted the lid of the coffin weighing hundreds of pounds.

"..If the little brother knew about this, he would fight you to death, and I, Fatty, would never stop him."

The fat man twitched his mouth and complained.

If the person lying in this coffin is the little brother's biological father, it would be a lot of fun.

"Would the little brother care about this? And, take a closer look, what is this?"

"The coffin nails have been pulled out long ago, and there are traces of prying in the gap of the coffin. Who do you think did this?"

Hu Ming sneered, pointing to the long nails buried in dust in the corner of the room, and the fresh traces on the coffin.

Judging from the traces, they were definitely not left by the funeral procession that year, but were obviously left a few days ago.

"Well, it seems that we are being too hypocritical. I didn't expect that the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes like Menyouping would be so rude to his own ancestors. Why should we care about it?"

Wu Xie's mouth twitched. Sure enough, they were too self-indulgent.

This is good, at least it saves three cigarettes!

The corpses in the museum had long since rotted into bones. The pale bones missing the right palm clearly showed signs of being moved, but they were finally put back together as they were.

There is a circle of burial objects all around. There are only a small number of them, and they are all exquisite small objects.

Presumably, in front of the younger brother, no matter how bold the Huo family members were, they would not be embarrassed to take away the funerary objects, which gave them a few advantages.

The fat man rolled his eyes and grabbed a small dagger.

"Oh, it's really heavy. Wait, is this black gold? It's the same material as Uncle Ming, you and my brother's knives?"

The shell of the dagger had already turned into a puddle of mud. The fat man put away the gem inlaid on the handle with a smile. He wiped the mud off the knife body and the fat man exclaimed in shock.

Under the light, the blade of the blade shines black and is extremely sharp. If you look carefully, you can see that this strange black metal is clearly the material of Hu Ming and Brother's swords!

The palm-length black gold dagger is quite heavy, roughly estimated to be twenty or thirty kilograms!

"In ancient times, black gold was a very magical material. Its origin was unknown and its output was rare. We only know that the Zhang family has always controlled this strange metal."

"It's most likely an alien object."

"The forging process of the black gold sword is the unique secret skill of the Zhang family. Of course, my sword has another origin."

Hu Ming nodded in response. It was heavy and tough. This special metal was not suitable for forging cold weapons.