"Haha... It's easy to deal with it. It seems that we wanted to do it last night. But this little guy absorbed too much Yin Qi in the grave, and leaving it alone will always be a disaster." Nan Haiyue touched Huangpizi.

The soft fur said.

Wushuang pulled out the small Tibetan knife from his boots and cut the little guy's throat open with one blow. Immediately, blood burst out from the throat like a blood gourd. His cruelty was simply outrageous. A fresh life was just a matter of time.

So explained.

"The length is just right. Go back and make a fur scarf for my sister-in-law." He cut the knife very quickly and pulled out the still beating heart from the mouth. Several students from the archeology department couldn't bear to look at it, so they bit the bullet and got in.

In the ancient tomb.

It was probably this little guy who was causing trouble last night. It used its spiritual power to control Ma Yundong and Boss Ma. However, it is not clear why the two men turned around and knelt down to worship this ancient tomb.

The subsequent excavation work of the ancient tomb went very smoothly. Many burial utensils were found in the tomb chamber. These utensils were priceless, and some were even made in official kilns. However, unexpectedly, there was a bottle right in front of the coffin of the owner of the tomb.

The evil idol is an Asurashasa. There is a very shallow ravine under the Asurashasa statue, and the gully is connected to the tomb passage.

All the problems have been solved. They are performing a ritual. The forty-nine corpses all died of excessive blood loss after their aorta was cut. Their shocked expressions and movements before death were about wanting to escape quickly, but the tomb passage has been blocked.

They were sealed to death, so their expressions were forever fixed at the moment before death.

"Xiaolan, tell the children not to touch the coffin!" Wushuang told Nalanhong through the intercom.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem? The professor is asking the students to wipe off the paraffin on the outside of the coffin lid." Nalanhong's martial arts skills are unparalleled, so he doesn't have to worry about his own safety, and he sees everything as very simple.

Wushuang shouted: "Don't...don't touch..." Before he could finish his words, a loud bang was heard from the intercom.

"It's broken! Corpse transformation!" Wushuang threw down the walkie-talkie and rushed into the tomb passage with Nan Haiyue.

"Master, can we help you?"

"You two just stay here and remember, no one is allowed to enter the ancient tomb!" Wushuang said to Boss Ma and Ma Yundong behind him.

When the two of them rushed into the tomb, they saw that six or seven students from the archeology department had been frightened. They were slumped on the ground and did not even have the courage to stand up and run. Nalanhong blocked everyone with the golden dragon stick in his hand, and narrowed his eyes.

He stared at the coffin. The lid of the sarcophagus had been pushed open, and the corpse inside sat up motionless.

This man was probably in his fifties, with a burly body and armor. He must have been a military general during his lifetime. His appearance was well preserved, and there were no signs of excessive sexual intercourse. He was sitting stiffly, with his eyes still open.

.Professor Zhang has come into contact with giant rice dumplings before, but the rice dumplings he has come into contact with are all immortal corpses, and he has never seen a real zombie that broke out of the coffin. For him, he should be scared and excited at the same time.

He couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and hid behind Nalanhong and watched secretly. If Nalanhong hadn't stopped him, he even hoped to have close contact with the zombies to see whether his body's cell tissues were

It's alive.

"Professor, take the students out first. It's too dangerous here. It's better for us to handle it."

"Mr. Nalan, Mr. Wushuang, I have a request. Can you bring his body out intact for me and the students to study?" Professor Zhang's thinking was too simple. This is simply a fantasy.

"Professor, please go out first. He hasn't fully woken up yet. Even if you want to leave, it will be too late." Nan Haiyue leaned over and helped the students up and pushed them out of the tomb passage one by one.

Only the three of them were left in the dark tomb.

"Wushuang, why did you come in? Aren't you allowed to enter the tomb?" Nalanhong stared at the zombie. As long as he made any movement, his golden dragon stick weighing more than 100 kilograms would shine on his body.

His head will be opened to him mercilessly.

"It's all a scam. Can I not come in? Aren't you afraid that you can't handle it on your own? What happened just now?"

Nalanhong said that after the students polished off the paraffin around the coffin lid, they felt like there was a sound inside. While everyone, including me, was still surprised, this guy broke open the coffin and sat up.

"Are there ink lines around the coffin?"

"No, I looked at it specifically. This sarcophagus is very ordinary. There was no treatment before burial."

The reason Wushuang asked if there were ink lines on the outside of the excavated coffin was because if there were ink lines on the outside of the excavated coffin, it would mean that the tomb owner’s family had noticed that the body was changing before he was buried, so they would ask for it in advance to prevent fraud.

The expert drew the ink lines to prevent the corpse from being faked.

"This is strange. Isn't there any sign? I also saw the Feng Shui nearby last night. Although this is not a Feng Shui treasure, it is not a dangerous place that breeds big rice dumplings. The breath in his mouth came out

without?"

Nalanhong shook his flowing shawl hair, and tried to touch the sitting body with a gold coiled dragon tube. "Hey, brother, I want to ask you, have you vomited out the corpse breath?"

This zombie is different from what they have seen before. He has not yet shown any threat of active attack, and is completely motionless, as if waiting for something to completely awaken his soul. His body was touched by Nalanhong

Still no change, no movement at all.

"Wushuang, did you bring the glutinous rice? No matter what, it's definitely not possible to transport it out like this? Let's let him lie down first." Nalanhong asked.

"Bring it." Wushuang grabbed a handful of glutinous rice from the bag and threw it into the coffin, trying to see if there would be any violent reaction to the big rice dumplings.

The broken glutinous rice crackled on the guy and scattered into the coffin. The guy didn't react as violently as the three of them imagined, and still sat quietly in the coffin without moving.

"What's going on? Are we wrong? Is this a normal reaction? Wushuang, according to your rules for touching Colonel Jin, what should we do now?"

"What should we do? Let's do it! How can we, Captain Jin, open the coffin during the day? There is no need to light the candles in the northwest corner." Wushuang walked around the coffin and came to the bottle of Rakshasa statue that Nalanhong mentioned.

He found that the bottle statue was a little different from what he had seen before. It should be another body of the Shurasha. His face was not very ferocious. He still held an ancient book in his hand, and his feet were buried in the ground.
Chapter completed!