Grave Robbers' Chronicles: I am the Zhang Family Holy Infant

The body was gone. Lin Qingyu carefully found a button next to the coffin and pressed it. A tunnel appeared in front of them.

"Brother Qingyu, why do I feel like you are very familiar with this place?"

Wuxie asked doubtfully. Lin Qingyu was silent for a moment, as if he was lost in some memories, and then he let out a soft "ah".

"Maybe it's because I used to pick fights with the tomb owner... I know a little bit about the traps he set up."

When the young man heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes revealed two words: speechless.

Wuxie nodded and believed it, then walked into the tunnel one by one. Lin Qingyu walked at the end, and when they were not paying attention, she pressed the switch of another secret door and slipped into another tunnel.

When they came out, they arrived at a large tomb chamber. The surrounding walls were emitting a dim blue fluorescence. Whether it was the walls, the ground or the ceiling, there were densely packed runes engraved on them. There was a coffin in the center, and next to the coffin were many small coffins, which were also engraved with densely packed runes.

When Lin Qingyu saw this scene, a scornful smile appeared on his face. He walked to the small coffin closest to him, listened to the breathing sounds coming and going around him, and took out a fist-sized silver ball from his sleeve. This was the economical form of the Thousand Machine Umbrella.

After a few seconds, a long sword appeared in his hand, and he stabbed the sword into the small coffin with an expressionless face. Suddenly, a shrill baby cry was heard from the small coffin, but Lin Qingyu did not pull out the sword.

It took a few seconds after the baby's crying stopped before he pulled out the sword. The sword was stained with red liquid, but it soon slid to the ground, and the tip of the blade emitted a faint cold light.

Then, it was another small coffin. After all the small coffins were cleaned, blood flowed and covered the runes on the ground. The breathing sound in the big coffin was obviously clearer.

Lin Qingyu knew the function of these runes, which was to transfer the lives of these small coffins to the large coffins. As long as the small coffins did not die, the people in the large coffins would not die either. But if all the small coffins died, the people in the large coffins would come back to life.

However, it would be great if it were that easy. Thinking of this, Lin Qingyu opened the coffin. Inside was a familiar person, Wang Canghai. It could not be said that he was an old enemy. After all, this person was just causing trouble for him unilaterally.

He disdained to have anything to do with such a person. It was really... a fantasy. Lin Qingyu took the sword and chopped off his head, then stabbed at his heart with another sword. He waited until the only sound in the tomb was his own breathing before pulling out the sword.

He cut his palm with his fan and sprinkled the blood on the inside of the tomb. Then he turned and walked to the door, found different bricks one by one, and pressed them down.

"Rumble"

The tomb was collapsing, and Lin Qingyu slowly entered the corridor. It was not difficult to judge that there was a button that could destroy the tomb. After all, how could a person who came back from the dead let others know how he came back from the dead?

--the other side

Wuxie and his friends had to endure the squeezing of the walls and the attacks of the forbidden women and sea monkeys before they finally saw a tomb chamber. They opened it carefully and the light instantly shone on a familiar figure.