Duan Wenchang was in a mess at the moment, his neatly combed white hair and grimly squinted. The robe, which had no pleats on weekdays, was wrinkled like a ball of pickled vegetables because of his struggle.

Duan Yi secretly counted in her heart that, with Duan Wenchang and the third prince, there were only ten people in the same throne. Along the way, there were more people who died than those who were alive.

There was only one person left in Duan Jiajia clothes. The rest should be the personal soldiers of the third prince.

After hearing what Duan Yi said, they all looked a little subtle.

No one thought she was lying because when they first came in, although they were a little panicked, no one was covered in blood, and even their hair was not messy. This shows that the white bird outside did not attack them.

"Isn't Mr. Qi a famous scholar? Duan Yi has learned such a poor plan of discord with you for so many years?"

Duan Wenchang tidied up his clothes and looked quite calm.

The eyes of the Doctor Qi, who was named after, lit up instantly, "Tsk, I'm worried that in this situation, a weak cock without martial arts has no face to speak, and you're so suffocated that you'll bump into it."

He said, raising his hand to Duan Wenchang's group of people, "Come on, there are only a few miserable scattered people, what's the point of being apart? Have you ever seen someone marching towards a chicken cage to get apart?"

"After all, everyone wants the seal of the rivers and mountains. Who doesn't want to be promoted and wealthy, and can be named a marquis and ministers? Who doesn't have a heart and a lot of thoughts, and their belly is full of twists and turns. They are all surnamed Duan. After two groups, they win horizontally and vertically and win..."

"Tsk tsk..."

He said, dusting the dust off his robe, "I'm lucky that I only have a little dust on my body. Unlike some people, I have bird shit sticks to my hair, so I can't see it, and I dare not touch it. It's so uncomfortable... It's so uncomfortable..."

Duan Yi and Cui Zi listened even more and became a little far away from Mr. Qi in a tacit understanding...

Uncle, are you possessed by the drama spirit? Your speaking posture is so enchanting that you get goosebumps...

Duan Wenchang's body stiffened and subconsciously leaned over his head. However, the third prince next to him shook his head gently at him.

Duan Wenchang knew that he had fallen into a trap, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he never spoke again.

The tomb suddenly became quiet.

Duan Yi looked around and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart. She closed her eyes and felt it carefully, but she felt that there was wind coming in any direction.

This is a secret room.

"Brother Lao Gui, I didn't expect to meet again. Although I'm a little embarrassed, you know the rules of our industry. Today, I'm just using money to do my business."

At this moment, the white-faced middle-aged man sitting next to the third prince stood up. Duan Yi opened her eyes when she heard the sound and saw that it was Huang Ju, his "new life-saving benefactor" she saw at the old ghost's house that day.

I think the reason why Duan Wenchang did not search for the old world in Jincheng was because he had Huang Ju.

His big beard covered his face, and he was a little unhealthy white. A scimitar hung around his waist. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a sense of ecstasy. "This tomb looks quite strange, and the system is very different from those I have walked through before."

"You have also seen the mural when you entered the door. I suspect it should be the ancestral tomb of some hidden tribes in Jiannan. Just now, many of us have died..."

"This is a secret room. We have already explored inch by inch before and have not found the mechanism. It is not enough to return the original path. The big iron ball will roll out every once in a while. Unless we go out of the grave directly, there will be a dead end there."

He spoke with a strong northern accent, buzzing, making people unable to help but clean their ears.

The old ghost looked at him deeply, hugged and clasped his fists at him, "When you go back alive, you will drink with Brother Huang."

Duan Yi listened, walked to the wall and observed carefully. Now he was asking whether Huang Ju had his tail and followed them, or whether he had the real ability, and he found the cemetery with the broken pictures, which was meaningless.

The river and mountain seal is there, and who can get it is the real ability.

"I have seen all other walls, but I have not found anything." Duan Yi was just looking at him and heard a cold voice coming from her ears.

She raised her head and nodded at Cui Zi Geng. When she was talking to Duan Wenchang before, Cui Zi Geng had ordered the people under her command to carefully search for this secret room.

As she thought, her head tilted a little more thoroughly and looked at the roof. Cui Zi noticed her gaze even more and raised the torch in her hand a little, but when she raised her hand, she was shocked. Her hand hugged Duan Yi's waist like a pair of iron pliers, rolling her violently towards a corner of the secret room.

"Distract!" At the same time, Cui Zi shouted even louder, and the people who had come in with them hurriedly rushed towards the four corners.

Duan Yi felt dizzy, and her internal organs were about to be cracked by Cui Zigeng. Then her back hurt and he quickly hit the wall.

Behind was the tomb wall, and in front was Cui Zi's harder chest, like a splint, clamping her in the middle, unable to breathe.

Duan Yi opened her mouth and was about to curse, but before she could speak, she saw a huge wooden shelf falling off the top of the tomb.

This rack is like rows of huge combs, arranged neatly. Each downward wooden tooth is like the sharp teeth of a beast, extremely sharp...

Duan Yi saw it and couldn't help but become scared. What a good guy! It would be fine if someone else stood beside her. She and Cui Zigeng were standing at the bottom at that time. If this fell down, they wouldn't have directly tied them up to pieces.

The wooden frames fell on the ground, some of which were rotten because of their age and broke, and a broken wood opened straight towards Cui Zigeng's back.

Duan Yi didn't think about it, and hugged Cui Zigeng's neck, raised her foot and kicked the wooden slag from the side, kicking the wooden slag out.

When the entire wooden frame landed on the ground, a thick stream of dust rose, and the entire secret room was instantly covered with dust, and coughs started to rise and fall.

Duan Yi had no time to cover her mouth and nose, and decisively pounced on Cui Zigeng's arms.

After a while, the calm voice came from above my head, "I remember to save my life."

Duan Yi raised her head, spit out the soil in her mouth, looked up and laughed out loud.

"Hey, I also said that I was not old, my hair was obviously gray and gray," she said, jumping in place, shaking off the gray on her body.

Cui Zi even listened, but looked down. He was wearing a black robe, and the most obvious thing was when he was touched by a dust storm, not to mention that he was like walking in a sandstorm, his whole body was covered in dust, except for the place where Duan Yi had just pounced.

He thought, and glanced at Duan Yi in a daze, "The powder is all on my robe."

Duan Yi looked at her and her face turned slightly red, and she glared and said, "Get out!"

She said, looking around, "Are you all okay?"

When Su Yun, who was standing in another corner, heard this, jumped up and jumped from the corner to the wooden shelf, "It's okay, we are standing on the edge. What a vicious person, this person who sets up the agency is! I wish we didn't keep any of them!"
Chapter completed!