"Of course I won't mind. This guy is so bad. He was trying to snatch Sister Xiaowu with Zhao Cang just now. If I couldn't defeat him, I would have already taken action to kill him. Kill him quickly!"
Cheng Wanling became particularly angry when she remembered that she had actually wanted to beg this old guy to be accommodating. In her eyes, this bad old man was not an ordinary bad guy.
Feeling the murderous aura on Peng Zhan's body, the old devil panicked. He hurriedly shouted to everyone: "Everyone who sees the world's treasures should have a share, how can it be owned by him alone? No matter how high his martial arts skills are, he can still If he fails to kill us at the same time, he will run away from all directions to see what he can do to us!"
After the old devil finished shouting, he himself did not move at all, but those who were bewitched by him turned around and ran away. There were only a dozen people in total, and it felt like they ran all over the place.
"Jade slips, Peng Zhan, jade slips!"
Suddenly, Chen Yan's voice came from the grass. He waved his arms vigorously towards Peng Zhan. Just as he tried to stand up, a knife was inserted into his chest.
Although Peng Zhan didn't have a good impression of Chen Yan, he had experienced adversity together, and he had played some part in the process. When he saw him being killed, he immediately rushed towards him.
A strong man snatched the jade slip from Chen Yan's hand and ran away. Peng Zhan helped Chen Yan's head. His chest had been penetrated by a knife, and there was no possibility of survival.
Even so, Chen Yan was still mumbling desperately: "This is the letter of commitment that Zhao Tuo gave to Emperor Wu. It is the earliest contract. It has extremely high research value and must not be taken away by others..."
At this moment, Peng Zhan couldn’t figure out whether Chen Yan’s obsession with those cultural relics was due to greed for money or because of his love for history. On his deathbed, he was still thinking about the study of history. Perhaps this was his passion as a scholar. true color.
But in this materialistic world, he was wrapped up in all kinds of desires and forgot his original intention. Only at the last moment did he return to his original intention.
"Don't worry, I won't let any cultural relics in the ancient tomb fall into the hands of others. I am the guardian of this ancient tomb." Peng Zhan said every word as if he was taking an oath.
"Thank you!" After Chen Yan said this, his hands dropped and he stopped breathing.
Peng Zhan was a little confused as to why Chen Yan wanted to say thank you to him at the last moment. He had never been friendly to Chen Yan.
"Don't come over. If you come over again, I'll jump from here!" The strong man stood on the edge of the cliff holding a jade slip and threatened Cheng Wanling loudly.
After snatching the jade slip, he immediately ran away, but was pressed by Cheng Wanling all the way.
"Try dancing!" Cheng Wanling said mockingly.
"Little girl, you are so good-looking and so kind, just do your best and let me go!" Seeing that the threat failed, the strong man knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Cheng Wanling, who had just come down from the mountain, might have been impressed by his move, but now that she had seen many despicable and shameless people, she would naturally not be impressed by such a middle-aged man.
"You don't have to beg me. Just put down all your treasures and you can leave."
"Little girl, you are really bullying me!" After saying that, the strong man roared and rushed towards Cheng Wanling.
Cheng Wanling just lightly plucked the strings a few times, and the man was immediately forced back by the powerful power. The difference in strength between the two men was too big, and there was no possibility of fighting for his life.
