"Boss, Second Master, who is this Luo Zhanshan you are talking about? Why do you look so shocked? Is it so mysterious?"
The other people around him also looked as confused as the fourth child.
"It's normal that you don't know. He became famous too early. He was a legend among our tomb robbers in the previous generation. Do you know the Tomb of the Corpse King in Western Hunan? There are also the Shuicheng Tombs in the South China Sea and the psychedelic ancient city in Mobei. Have you heard of it?"
"Second Master, please stop being so pretentious. These newbies who have just entered the industry all know it, let alone us. Please tell me quickly."
"It's not that I don't talk about it, it's just that I don't know much about it. That was a matter of the previous generation. The three legendary tombs just mentioned were all defeated by Luo Zhanshan, so the brothers on the road called him ' Luo Sandou', it is said that the last time he went to the tomb was to find Cao Cao's seventy-two tombs, and was finally buried inside. Since then, Luo Sandou has become a legend."
"Hiss~~~~~"
After hearing this, the other tomb robbers all took a deep breath and looked at Luo Xiaopang in a different way.
It was the first time that Zhao Jin, who was watching the show, knew that his classmate had such a big background. Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance. The people of Qian country could count their ancestors, and there was no one who had never produced a big shot!
Unlike some Western countries that boast about being a bullshit aristocrat every day, who in the Qian country is not an aristocrat?
"I never expected to meet the descendant of the legend I once admired under such circumstances!"
The middle-aged leader also sighed with emotion. He had been around for so many years and wasted half his life. He was only slightly famous in the industry. He was not famous at all. It was good to have a legacy. You could find it just by looking for it. I found the big tomb that I and others worked hard for several months to find. If I could get this inheritance...
Unconsciously, the middle-aged man's eyes towards Luo Xiaopang gradually became greedy.
"Sir, I have never heard of Luo Zhanshan's identity as Captain Mojin. Now it seems that his great ability comes from the inheritance of Captain Mojin. If you get it, then we are afraid that we will have no money in the future. Is it famous?"
The guys next to me also started to add fuel to the fire, and they were already wrapped up in that greedy heart.
"Boy, let me ask you, do you still have the "Golden Captain's Manual" still there?"
"Yes, but I don't have it with me anymore. It's at my house. Just let me go and I'll bring it to you right away."
At this time, Luo Xiaopang also knew that his strategy had worked. At least his life was saved. These people were now thinking about the tomb robbing manual and the tomb robbing inheritance. What the heck did they want? There is a manual, but it’s in the old house. Do you want it? Go towards my grandpa, bah, your grandpa just died in the grave, my grandpa is alive and well.
"Third brother, tie him up and search him!"
"okay!"
The third child next to him got the order and walked towards Luo Xiaopang with a grin on his face, gearing up.
"Don't come over here. I'm ticklish. How about I come by myself..."
"boom!"
There was a gunshot and everyone was stunned.
"Third child!!!"
The second child stepped forward to support the third child who was shot, while the others all looked in the direction of the entrance, with wary expressions on their faces.
At this time, a group of thugs wearing black suits had appeared at the door, fully armed and holding guns. There were more than a dozen of them.
"Nima, the underworld is here!?"
I have to say that Luo Xiaopang is really big-hearted. Not only was he not frightened by the scene of someone being shot in front of him, but he also watched the situation on the field with great interest as if watching a show. This made Zhao Jin have to sigh with emotion. The boy's mental talent is really good, and he is worthy of being a descendant of a family of tomb robbers.
"Boss Zhou, what does this mean?"
The middle-aged man suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the old man with half-white hair among the men in black, his eyes full of madness.
"It's not interesting, it's just a matter of taking advantage of others. Ahem, your price is too high, and I don't believe you...ahem..."
Boss Zhou looked very weak. He kept coughing after just saying a few words.
"Okay, then consider this tomb as a gift to Boss Zhou. We brothers will leave first."
The middle-aged man is also a sensible person. The enemy in front of him is strong and we are weak. It is not advisable to resist forcefully. It is better to retreat. However, the opponent will not let them go.
"Wait a minute, cough cough... I think the feng shui of this place is very good, why not... cough cough... just ask Brother Jin and all the brothers to sleep here forever!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Before Boss Zhou finished speaking, the group of tomb robbers took the lead. Unfortunately, the huge gap in firepower could not be eliminated by seizing the opportunity. In just a few breaths, the group of tomb robbers were wiped out. fall.
Luo Xiaopang was also excited and took the opportunity to hide behind the stone pillar without being discovered by the men in black.
"The few masters who are in the way... ahem... have been eliminated. Let's watch your performances. As long as... ahem I get what I want... ahem... .Everyone's reward...ahem...will definitely be given in full."
As Boss Zhou said this, he stepped out of the way. Five guys with obviously distinctive clothes walked out from behind the group of men in black. Zhao Jin looked at it from a distance. He clearly found that these people were not ordinary people. Boss Zhou seems to have quite a lot of power.
Immediately he laughed at himself again, isn't this nonsense? If you can get so many firearms in Qian Country, how can your power be reduced?
Three of these five people were wearing the same style of night clothes. They were short in stature, and each carried a crowbar nearly as tall as his or her back.
The other man is a bald man, tall and strong, wearing a dark yellow cassock, holding a crescent shovel in his hand, with an unshaven beard and a fierce look on his face. His whole image looks more like a local ruffian or a powerful bully than an enlightened monk. .
The last person is the youngest one among the five. He is about twenty-five or six years old. He is wearing a navy blue linen training uniform. He has an equally strong figure. Under his rough and slightly dark skin, he has a pair of white jade-like palms. artwork.
Zhao Jin looked at the aura on his body, and visually estimated that it should be equivalent to his realm. It was estimated that he had just passed the outer three realms, and was at most the ninth level of the lower three realms.
"Brother Mu, Master Mingzhen, we have invited two of us to raid the formation. The three of us brothers will open the coffin first. If there is any emergency, we will have to rely on these two of us. The lives of our three brothers will be entrusted to these two!"
The three people in night clothes hugged the other two, and the two people returned the favor.
"boom!"
"Don't worry, you three ghosts from Xiangxi, just let go of your hands and feet, I will definitely protect you from worries!"
The great monk's voice was also loud. He poked the ground with the crescent shovel in his hand, and a cluster of cracks appeared on the bluestone ground.
"Brother Xie, Mu will definitely do his best to protect the safety of your brothers!"
"With these two words, we three brothers have the confidence in our hearts. Without further ado, let's open the coffin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three ghosts of Xiangxi took action. One of them walked to the southeast corner of the tomb, lit a candle, and muttered something.
"The ancestors bless us. The three of us brothers only seek wealth. We hope the ancestors will protect us and keep our lamps alive..."
The three of them each took off the crowbars behind their backs, each occupied a corner of the coffin, and stood in a tripod shape, working together.
"drink!!!"
The three of them exerted 80% of their strength, and the coffin lid was barely able to open a small gap.
"Huh~~~ That's not right, brother, why is this coffin lid so heavy!"
Everyone on the field watched nervously what the Three Ghosts of Xiangxi were doing. Pretending a thousand-year-old corpse was not fun. The men in black were holding the firearms in their hands tightly. Mingzhen and Mu Qianshan were also nervous. Consciously, he bent his body slightly, as if he was about to attack.
"Harder!"
The three of them exerted their strength again, and the coffin lid was finally lifted up again under the gaze of everyone.
"Huh!? No, there are hidden nails!"
The boss of the three ghosts looked at the gap in the coffin lid. There seemed to be something long and thin emerging from the edge of the coffin.
"What should we do, brother?"
"No matter what, let's open the coffin with all our strength!"
The three of them gritted their teeth and stamped their feet without hesitation, and used all their strength to open the coffin with their faces flushed from holding back.
"Huh~~~~~~"
As they exerted more force, the gap in the coffin lid became wider and wider, and the flame of the candle in the southeast corner began to fluctuate, and the color gradually changed from orange-red to faint blue and blue-purple.
Everyone's hearts were aroused even more, including Zhao Jin in the dark. The thousand-year-old corpse was really going to be a fake corpse. It would be at least the strength of the Third Middle Realm, which was not something he could compete with at this stage.
It wasn't what he said. If he really wanted to fake the corpse, everyone on the field would be just a loser.
"boom!"
Finally, the coffin lid fell down, the candle did not go out, and the color of the candle flame returned to normal, and everyone's hearts finally fell to the ground.
"People light candles, ghosts blow out lanterns...the rooster crows and the lanterns are extinguished, but gold is not touched!"
Somehow, Zhao Jin, who was hiding on the beam, felt an ominous premonition in his heart when he looked at Zhu Yan who had returned to normal.
"Huh~~~ It's okay, it's okay, I'm glad I didn't disgrace my life!"
The three ghosts of Xiangxi stood quietly in front of the coffin. After a few breaths, they finally breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the motionless coffin.
"Second brother, get in your eyes!"
"Okay!"
One brother got the order, stepped forward, half-crouched on the coffin and looked at everything inside the coffin. The other brother used the crowbar in his hand to hook the second brother's back waistband. If anything went wrong, the second brother could easily pull him away.
The boss walked towards the opened coffin lid. Today's coffin lid was obviously wrong. It was heavier than ordinary fine agarwood. With the general's wealth and specifications, it shouldn't be like this.
In short, the poor general couldn't afford such expensive wood.
He reached out and touched the hidden nails on the coffin lid. Before his skin even touched, he felt a biting coldness coming from above, piercing his body and mind, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
"What's wrong, Brother Xie, what happened?"
Seeing the actions of the boss of the Xie family, Mu Qianshan, the demon-conquering hand beside him, couldn't help but walk forward to ask.
"It's okay, I just feel something is wrong with this coffin. I have an ominous premonition."
"Me too. Although nothing is happening now, I still feel like there is something wrong."
On the other hand, he watched the second of the three ghosts in Xiangxi looking at the coffin. Boss Zhou in the distance could no longer bear it. He pushed away the people in front of him and ran forward swayingly. Everyone was afraid of his move. I was accidentally blown down by the cold wind here. Who will settle the bill?
Yin wind, where did the Yin wind come from?
