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Yu Weiyang said: "The one in her hand is a blood jade!"

Wen Baiyu didn't dare to move anything, so he had to take two steps closer to look down. The blood jade was not complete, it seemed that part of it had been smashed, leaving only an irregular shape. The color of the blood jade was very warm, but when he thought of this How it was soaked into bubbles suddenly made people shudder.

Wen Baiyu asked strangely: "Why is Xiaohong buried in King Xiang's tomb?"

Yu Weiyang didn't know either, so Wen Baiyu said, "Let's find Marquis Wanqi Jing first."

Wen Baiyu walked around the tomb, but didn't see anything that looked like a mechanism, and he didn't dare to touch it casually. When he was at his wit's end, he suddenly found a familiar pattern on another coffin.

Wen Baiyu walked over quickly, and couldn't help being a little surprised. On the side of the other coffin, in a very inconspicuous place, there was a flame pattern engraved, and then there were some tiny characters carved on the side. Wen Baiyu couldn't understand it, so he wanted to call it rain. Weiyang to see.

Wen Baiyu just said: "Yu Weiyang! Hurry up..."

Come and see that before he finished speaking, the coffin lid was slammed open suddenly, Wen Baiyu opened his eyes wide in fright, stretched out a big hand from the coffin, grabbed Wen Baiyu, and dragged Wen Baiyu into the coffin in an instant.

When Yu Weiyang heard the voice and turned back, the lid of the coffin had already been quietly closed. As soon as Yu Weiyang turned his head, there was no one behind him, even Wen Baiyu was gone.

Yu Weiyang suddenly became nervous and didn't dare to speak loudly, saying, "Wen Baiyu? Where are you? Wen Baiyu?"

No one answered him...

Wen Baiyu passed out the moment he was dragged into the coffin, the coffin was hollow, the man dragged him down, went down the hole, and held Wen Baiyu on his shoulders.

There is a cavern under the coffin, and there is a tomb passage connecting it, which seems to be the second underground floor of the tomb.

The man carried Wen Baiyu on his shoulders and walked straight forward. When he reached a fork in the road, he stopped suddenly and didn't turn his head. Instead, he laughed lowly, and said with a dark smile to the dark tomb: "I really don't know." Thinking that you came out alive, it really wasn't easy to dismiss you, you surprised me."

Wan Cheng Jinghou stood in the darkness. His body was covered in blood. There were large and small wounds, some of which were deep enough to show the bone, and blood was oozing out, but all the wounds were healing automatically.

Wan Cheng Jinghou's face was gloomy and cold, filled with an aura of wandering on the edge of impatience, squinting at the man carrying Wen Baiyu, and said: "Let him go."

The man did not let go of Wen Baiyu, but said: "I want his blood."

Wan Cheng Jinghou's voice was cold, with a frightening violence, he said: "I said, let him go. Otherwise, I will kill you first."