Zhao Jin entered the hole in the wall that had collapsed due to the bombardment in the direction Fei Zheng had left. What he saw was a side room, smaller than expected, only about ten square meters, clearly visible at a glance.
"I didn't expect there to be a hidden side room here! Unfortunately, there is nothing."
"My lord, it looks like someone has turned over this place."
What Li Ping said was a slang term for tomb robbing, which meant that someone had robbed a tomb.
"Well, it probably wasn't a back-and-forth fight. Look, there are no burglar holes around. Maybe some lucky guy dug it later."
Zhao Jin glanced around, but there was no Feizheng figure. There was only a red coffin in a semi-rotted state in the middle. The surrounding walls were empty, and there were only some broken earthen jars on the ground.
"Ma Dan, I thought it was a dead end, but I didn't expect that this old guy got away."
Looking at the hole in the soil on the roof of the side room, Zhao Jin cursed secretly.
"My lord, would you like to open the coffin and take a look?"
"Okay, maybe she's this old guy's wife. Damn, she's really nothing. He ran away and he doesn't even want his wife."
Li Ping walked to the coffin, looked down, and then turned to Zhao Jin and said.
"My lord, there is no need to open this coffin, the lid is already rotten. This is a bride, but it is a pity that it is already rotten."
"Okay then, it's time to leave."
Zhao Jin moved forward upon hearing the sound and looked inside the coffin.
What caught the eye was a withered and rotten female corpse, wearing a red wedding robe, with no other burial objects around. The evil spirit in the main tomb next door was too strong, but some of it leaked out to nourish the female corpse, otherwise the female corpse would have turned into white bones.
"Tsk, tsk, this red wedding robe is quite new, what a pity for this young woman!"
Zhao Jin clicked his tongue in admiration. Looking at the condition of his bones, he knew that he was still in the most beautiful years of his life when he died.
"Let's go, Li Ping."
What else are you doing if you don't leave? There's nothing inside, not even a wedding phoenix crown. When tomb robbers come, you have to go out cursing.
"promise."
Returning the way they came, they returned to the main tomb chamber. Everyone was still awake, so they could only wake them up one by one.
"Hey! Big zombie, the poor monk will fight you for another 300 rounds!"
It was obvious that the great monk had a dream, and as soon as he woke up, he was talking in his sleep.
"Yeah, little brother, Brother Mu, Brother Xie, why are you looking at me, the monk? That big zombie...oh no, where's Fei Zong?"
When Master Mingzhen opened his eyes, he saw five faces staring at him.
"Haha, zombie? He ran away."
Zhao Jin was amused by his appearance and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Ran?"
This time Monk Mingzhen was surprised.
"This Fei Zheng doesn't even want his old home?"
"Well, as soon as I woke up, I saw Fei Zhong running towards the side room. I chased after him, but I didn't expect him to run away."
Zhao Jin explained, but glanced at Lin Tian who was taking care of Fatty Luo in the distance. He hid the appearance of Qin Qiong. He was also his classmate, so there was no need to cause trouble for him, maybe even himself. Not entirely sure about Qin Qiong.
"Just run away, just run away. That Buddha, Ami, almost overturned on this trip. Fortunately, a little brother came to help in time."
Master Mingzhen looked at Zhao Jin with the joy of surviving the disaster, his eyes full of gratitude.
"Everywhere, everyone is a grasshopper on a rope. Saving everyone is also saving myself."
"Little brother, you are humble. With your strength, you can leave alone, but you are willing to help. Mu is really grateful."
Mu Qianshan, who was standing next to him, cupped his hands towards Zhao Jin, his eyes full of sincerity.
"By the way, little brother, are you okay? It's all my fault. I accidentally caught this zombie's trap and let him slip out."
Master Mingzhen reacted and quickly stood up and looked around Zhao Jin. That urgent and sincere look was definitely not fake.
"No, Master Mingzhen exposed his flaw and caused Fei Zombie to run out in order to save our brothers. If you want to blame me, little brother, blame me! If you want to kill or behead me, it's up to you!"
The eldest and second eldest members of the Xie family on the side, as well as the third eldest son of the Xie family, who was seriously injured and could only sit on the ground, all clasped their fists in apology to Zhao Jin.
"They are a group of loving and kind-hearted men. I really don't know where such a shameless Boss Zhou found such a group of good people."
Zhao Jin looked at everyone's appearance and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.
"Hey, no one could have imagined the changes on the battlefield. How could I blame you brothers? We can be considered comrades fighting side by side."
After helping everyone up, Zhao Jin also hugged his fists at several people.
As for why there are no scenes of Boss Zhou's men in black here, it's because they have already finished filming. With such a huge explosion power, ordinary people have no chance of surviving.
"Amitabha, little brother really has a heart of great compassion! I still don't know what my little brother's last name is, so I can't keep calling him little brother, right?"
"Indeed, in Xiamu Qianshan, the seventeenth generation successor of Iron Sand Palm and Demon Subduing Hand."
"The Xie family, Xie Zhihong, Xie Zhitie, and Xie Zhishan, were from Xiangxi. They were highly regarded by their colleagues and were given the title of 'Three Ghosts of Xiangxi'."
"The poor monk's Dharma name is Ming Zhen. He abandoned his disciples at Vajra Temple and is now the abbot of Dongshan Temple."
At this time, none of them looked down upon Zhao Jin because of his young age. In their hearts, Zhao Jin was already a peer of theirs.
After all, in their world of spiritual masters, the strong are always respected, and strength has the final say.
There is no order of learning, the master is the teacher.
Seeing several people announcing their family status so solemnly, Zhao Jin, who had no intention of hiding it, also reported his family status in the same way. Do I want to tell you that Zhao Jin is actually greedy for their bodies?
"I have no family or sect. My surname is Zhao Mingjin. I live temporarily in Xinhai City. I owe all my abilities to the teachings of my elders in the family."
Zhao Jin cupped his fists and returned the gift. Several people who heard this were thinking about the hidden families named Zhao, but to no avail. Only Mu Qianshan's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.
"Brother Zhao, let's go out together when we have time."
"Yes, Brother Mu is right. From now on, I will only recognize Brother Zhao as a monk!"
Several people agreed with Mu Qianshan's proposal to recruit Zhao Jin into the group.
"Definitely, definitely, it is my honor, Zhao, to fight side by side with you all!"
The greetings between the few people were sincere and there was no pretense of politeness at all.
"This trip is not all my fault, it must be the result of all of us working together. In addition, Brother Lin's rune arrows also played a key role."
Zhao Jin directed everyone's attention to Lin Tian beside him. He didn't want to monopolize the limelight. This classmate of his was not weak in skills, and he had a tile-faced golden mace that contained Qin Qiong's soul. As long as he didn't die young, he would achieve great things in the future. Not bad. This can be regarded as helping him accumulate some popularity in advance. Entering the world of spiritual masters, it is impossible without a guide.
"I wonder where this little brother came from? I would like to thank you very much for your help just now."
Mu Qianshan took the lead in thanking Lin Tian with cupped fists, and Lin Tian quickly returned the favor upon seeing this.
"No, you're welcome. My surname is Lin Tian. I have no family or sect. My archery skills are the legacy of my fathers."
"Brother Tian, don't be so modest. You are from a famous family, and I am the heir of Mojin School Captain. How can I say that I have no family or sect?"
It was a boy's nature after all. Luo Xiaopang was afraid that his boss would be looked down upon, so he quickly reported his name.
"Oh? Are you the successor of Captain Mo Jin?"
"Of course!"
Lin Tian reached out to grab Luo Xiaopang and motioned him to stop talking with his eyes, but unexpectedly, Luo Xiaopang threw him away.
"Brother Tian, everyone present is a person from the world. Is there anything we can't say? Your father is Lin Daoran, the last soul envoy of Xinhai Town, and my grandfather is the Colonel Mojin. There's nothing to hide!"
"You know this as well?"
"Of course, I overheard what my dad said and never told you. You don't think I don't know, do you?"
Seemingly satisfied with Lin Tian's surprise, Luo Xiaopang looked proud.
"Lin Daoran? Are you Lin Daoran's son?"
The boss of the Xie family couldn't help being shocked and lost his voice. For them, this news was even more shocking than knowing that Luo Xiaopang was the descendant of Captain Mo Jin.
Zhao Jin beside him was also thoughtful. He usually didn't pay that much attention to Lin Tian. He didn't know that he was Lin Daoran's son, but so what, Lin Daoran was not as powerful as Uncle Song.
"Um."
The words had reached this level, and it was pointless for Lin Tian to deny it. Sure enough, as he expected, the Xie family bosses showed vigilance and alienation in their eyes.
After all, the soul-killers are official figures, and they do shady jobs. Can a mouse and a cat play together?
"'General Qingzhu' Lin Daoran is also an admirable hero!"
At this time, Mu Qianshan noticed that the air on the field was a bit cold, and quickly came out to smooth things over.
"You know my father?"
"Of course, no one in Su Province knows the name of 'General Qingzhu'! He was the strongest soul suppressor under the previous generation of Su Province's garrison. He could beat all over the country with a water-polished bamboo-jointed steel whip. He was invincible in Su Province, but it was a pity that God was jealous of his talent, so he died fighting in the dark realm at such a young age. The water-milled bamboo steel whip was also destroyed without a trace, which was really a pity.
"Now it seems that the father of a tiger has no son. Little brother Lin, you have this ability. I think General Lin can rest in peace under Jiuquan."
Hearing Mu Qianshan's admiration, Lin Tian also thought of his father's heroic body, his eyes full of sadness, and touched the pendant under his chest and collar, getting some comfort.
"Brothers, let's not talk here. I'll be the host. Let's go to the best hotel in Xinhai City to have a good meal. This person who survived the disaster must have a good meal."
At this time, Luo Xiaopang said something inappropriate for his age, and coupled with his fat figure, it looked a bit funny.
"Yes, this little brother is right, we should leave this unlucky place."
"Yeah, that's right."
Everyone agreed.
"You need to take this with you so that you can do business when you go back. Anyway, the boss doesn't know what to buy that week."
The boss of the Xie family ran to the distance and grabbed the green zombie body that had only one leg left after being snatched away by Mu Qianshan.
"Although there is no extra gain from this trip, the reward from Boss Zhou cannot be less. Brother Lin, you also have a share."
"Amita Buddha, Lao Xie, what you said is wrong. How can you say there is no additional gain? Being able to meet young talents like Brother Zhao and Little Brother Lin is the biggest gain of our trip!"
Sure enough, to be able to become the abbot of a temple, you have to be good at being humane and worldly. The abbot Master Mingzhen still has something.
"Yeah, I did say the wrong thing, hahahahaha..."
The boss of the Xie family burst into laughter, and everyone was also amused by Master Mingzhen's words.
Many years later, they recalled that this trip to the ancient tomb was indeed a turning point in their lives, and what they gained from this trip was also the biggest gain in their lives.
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