Revolution in the depths of the soul

Zhan Xing: "This, this, this...these organs are only used for killing people?"

Lu Shaorong: "I don't know, maybe there are other uses, you can take more photos, I'm very interested in it..."

Zhan Xing: "Then... if someone falls into this cauldron..."

The phone is beeping, there is no signal.

Lu Shaorong: "Hello? The signal is too bad, did you hear that, Xiaojian?"

Zhan Xing: "Hey, don't give me a moth at this time!"

Lin Jingfeng patted Uncle Biao's shoulder sympathetically: "Let's go, there is no treasure left."

Uncle Biao didn't seem to believe it, Lin Jingfeng said in a deep voice: "Let's go out first, Lao Xie will take the lead, and the two of us will take the lead."

Fang Zhuo muttered something, pulled the rope, carried old thief Xie on his back, and climbed up along the rope. The road was very slippery, and his hands and feet would slip if he didn't pay attention.

Uncle Biao still looked back from time to time, as if he was unwilling, Lin Jingfeng let Zhan Xing go first, and he climbed to the last.

Fang Zhuo was the first to climb up to the ground with the old thief Xie on his back. He raised his head while panting and straightened his glasses. He suddenly saw the coffin lid opened in the main room of the tomb not far away, and an ancient corpse stood upright in a gust of wind, his face pale. looking at him.

Fang Zhuo let out an extremely shrill cry.

"What are you doing!" Uncle Biao shouted, "Don't panic—!"

Lao Xie yelled and cursed loudly, and fell off Fang Zhuo's shoulders unpreparedly. Uncle Biao hurriedly moved aside, and was almost thrown down by Lao Xie.

Suddenly, Lin Jingfeng shouted: "Grab the rope!"

The ramp was too slippery, and when they were walking on the second-to-last Zhan Xing, Old Thief Xie hit him and crushed Lin Jingfeng. The three climbed out of the rope and were dragged down again not long after they climbed out of the rope.

Zhan Xing said: "Grab my hand!"

Old thief Xie slid past him, stretched out the crutch, Zhan Xing grabbed it firmly, and then the force was too great, old thief Xie let go of the crutch and fell down again.

Fang Zhuo yelled crazily on the tunnel, and Lao Xie fell into the bottom of the pit, grabbing wildly with both hands, Zhan Xing dragged Lin Jingfeng desperately, Lin Jingfeng shouted: "Don't touch it!"

Lao Xie slammed his elbow, knocking the inscription organ to the bottom.

The male corpse in the middle of the tomb was completely upright, there was a messy sound from inside the giant cauldron, and there were endless clanging sounds. Lao Xie let out a loud roar, and dozens of iron spears that were stabbed suddenly pierced his body, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth.

Zhan Xing gasped in shock, leaving a cold crutch in his hand.

"Dead... dead?" Zhan Xing said.

Lin Jingfeng and Zhan Xing stood firmly at the end of the ramp, only one step away from entering the attack range of the iron gun.

After a few breaths, the iron gun rotated and pulled away again, returning to its original position.

Lin Jingfeng waited for a while, then walked into the bottom of the pit, and probed the old thief's main artery with his fingers.

"died."

Zhan Xing threw a dead bone and hit Lao Xie on the head, but Lao Xie remained silent.

Holding the crutch, Zhan Xing poked old thief Xie.

Lin Jingfeng said: "Let's go."

Zhan Xing: "He, he, he... is dead, what should we do?"

Lin Jingfeng said disapprovingly, "We didn't kill him."

Zhan Xing: "Then that... don't you need to take his body away?"

Lin Jingfeng: "The people who shovel the ground will be gone when they are gone. Isn't it good to stay in the tomb for a desperate business?"

Zhan Xing poked his head out: "Mom—!"

Lin Jingfeng: "Don't panic!"

Fang Zhuo didn't know where he was going, Zhan Xing climbed up the tunnel, and the first thing he saw was the male corpse, and he was frightened out of his wits.

Lin Jingfeng pressed against Zhan Xing firmly, pushed him into the secret passage, and was almost startled by the male corpse.

Uncle Biao was bold and said, "Did you bring the black donkey's hoof?"

Lin Jingfeng: "Give it to my apprentice."

Zhan Xing: "I, I, I... I threw it in the face, it was just thrown into the coffin, you... look..."

The ancient corpse's nose was tilted to one side, and there was a sunken mark on its face.

Lin Jingfeng drew out the dagger, and lightly wiped the sharp edge with his second finger, blood oozed out.

Oh oh oh!It's time to do it!Zhan Xing was very much looking forward to Lin Jingfeng's powerful methods, but he was not too afraid.

After Lin Jingfeng wiped the dagger, he took out a band-aid from his pocket and wrapped it around his finger to avoid excessive blood loss.

Exhibition line: "..."

Holding the dagger horizontally, Lin Jingfeng walked forward slowly, his eyes were dull and empty, seemingly without focus, he circled around the ancient corpse and put away the dagger: "It was a mechanism set up by the tomb owner himself."

Uncle Biao returned to the middle of the tomb, looked at the ancient corpse, and smiled.

"This corpse is also worth a lot of money." Uncle Biao said with a smile.

"I won't touch the corpse, you can figure out a way for yourself." Lin Jingfeng said: "I don't need to give me the money for the corpse."

Uncle Biao took a cloth belt and tied it around the waist of the male corpse. After more than two thousand years, the ancient corpse is still intact. The arms and finger joints can still move.

Uncle Biao passed the cloth belt under his ribs, pulled it back hard, and the ancient corpse was immediately firmly fixed on his back, Zhan Xing felt terrified when he saw it, and asked, "You want... to take it out and eat him? it's not good."

Uncle Biao said with a rare solemn expression: "Lin San, your apprentice talks too much."

Lin Jingfeng didn't answer, he was acceptable to tomb robbery, but he didn't think so about stealing corpses.

"Brother Biao, you have been blown away by a ghost." Lin Jingfeng looked around for a while and said coldly.

Uncle Biao turned his head suddenly, and also noticed that the oil lamp in the tomb was extinguished. His eyes flickered and he wandered around, as if he couldn't make up his mind. Take the chimes out."

An ancient corpse was tied behind his back, and the ancient corpse's head drooped in front of his shoulder, revealing its dark white teeth, and went forward to dismantle the chime.

From Zhan Xing's position, it could be clearly seen that the ancient corpse seemed to turn its head sideways at any moment and bite off his throat.

"I, I, I, I don't want a penny, I'll go up first." Zhan Xing looked more and more terrified, turned his head and walked out of the tomb along the passageway when he came.

Lin Jingfeng followed him out of the passage, and said: "I'll go up and look for Fang Zhuo. If you're still in the tomb, remember to bring it out."

Uncle Biao nodded silently.

When Zhan Xing left the tomb, he looked back at the vermilion writing on the Qianjin door, and vaguely guessed something.

A man and two women were buried together.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Jingfeng asked as he got out of the stone gate.

Zhan Xing: "Maybe the coffin in the side room is the concubine he likes."

Lin Jingfeng thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's possible."

Zhan Xing guessed: "He has a main wife and a side concubine, and the main room was too jealous, so he killed the royal family before the side concubine died, and then committed suicide in the tomb, so the king and princess were buried together. His favorite concubine was buried in his coffin. The real hostess was very resentful, so... she possessed herself on the copper hairpin, carrying thousands of years of resentment... and strangled to death the one who stole her funeral objects...Dang Yukun ?”

Lin Jingfeng shrugged.

"Where did the female corpse in the other coffin go?" Zhan Xing still didn't quite understand.

"Of course it was sold by Smiling Tiger Huang Biao." Lin Jingfeng said expressionlessly, "I killed my teammate and sold the corpse once. Seeing that it was profitable, I brought people in again."

Zhan Xing: "Why didn't he harm us?"

Lin Jingfeng said lightly: "He is not my opponent, let's go."

"Little master is mighty!" Zhan Xing completely assumed the role, wagging his little tail and followed Lin Jingfeng away.

As soon as he climbed up the robbery cave, the spotlights of the three flashlights all shone on Zhan Xing and Lin Jingfeng.

"Don't move around! Put your hands behind your head! Go to the tree and squat down!" The voice of the policeman.

Fang Zhuo, whose face was covered with blood, was escorted beside the police car.

"We have been paying attention to you for a long time, don't try to report to the underground accomplices!" The police took out the walkie-talkie: "Please send reinforcements from the brigade, we have captured the tomb robbers!"

Across the Ocean, New York:

"Who called just now?" Zhan Yang yawned, just woke up from a nap, went out of the living room to drink coffee in pajamas and Winnie the Pooh slippers.

Lu Shaorong said absently: "Student Zhan Xiaojian is visiting a museum in Xi'an."

Zhan Yang immediately jumped up and down: "When did it happen?! Why didn't you ask me to answer the phone?"

Lu Shaorong coaxed: "Okay, I will call you to listen next time."

Zhan Yang resentfully turned on the TV, and the news from the United States was broadcast on it.

"The No.17 Cultural Relics Fair will be held in Xi'an, China..."

Zhan Yang asked: "Are you going to have a look?"

Lu Shaorong said: "No, there are many cultural relics auctioned after the meeting that cannot be taken out of the country. Basically, you can only buy some counterfeit souvenirs."

TV: "The government of Xi'an, China found a tomb robber in Baoji..."

Zhan Yang: "Tsk tsk tsk, the cultural relics fair is about to be held, and there are people robbing graves."

Lu Shaorong asked curiously, "Speak louder?"

Zhan Yang drank his coffee and stared at the TV, Lu Shaorong commented: "You are really courageous."

Chinese came from the speaker, with English subtitles at the bottom of the screen, and reporters from various countries took pictures.

"Under the command of the leader, we arrested the tomb robbers in one fell swoop and seized..."

Covering his head with one hand, Zhan Xing was dragged into the police car and shouted, "Don't slap your face, don't slap your face!"

The father of "Don't slap your face" - Zhan Yang sat in front of the TV, and instantly spit out a sip of coffee in a fancy way.

Lu Shaorong: "?"

Zhan Yang frantically looked for the remote control: "What's going on! Is that little bitch?"

Lu Shaorong: "How is that possible! You think your son is being stupid."

The camera flashed by, Zhan Yang looked at it for a while inexplicably, and said, "You really are a little bitch!"

Lu Shaorong walked to the front of the TV.

The scene was chaotic, and the news program switched to the female anchor:

"There seems to be a little riot in the local area, and the connection is temporarily interrupted..."

Lu Shaorong: "Impossible, he was still in the Xi'an Museum a few hours ago, have you turned on the recording function?"

Zhan Yang: "No."

Lu Shaorong: "You think too much, you should call him later, the phone is probably on."

Zhan Yang nodded in doubt.

Zhan Yang went back to his room to sign the documents, the more he thought about it, the more something went wrong, he counted with his fingers, and at noon Lu Shaorong received a call... Zhan Yang's eyes almost popped out.

In other words, it was one o'clock in the middle of the night Beijing time when classmate Zhan Xiaojian called.

Going to a museum at one o'clock in the middle of the night?

Going to a museum at one o'clock in the middle of the night? ! ! !