Who can withstand the face of tens of thousands of pounds of sarcophagus?

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A strange world

Main road

Under the dim street light, a group of people moved forward sneakily like the Japanese entering the village.

The group of people walked to an empty intersection. A young man with thin figure, protruding cheekbones and a little arched waist was glanced around and pointed to a low building complex in front of him.

"Boss, the coordinates given by Huangmao should be there."

The man who is called the boss is a strong middle-aged man.

Bald head, wearing short-sleeved shorts.

He looked fierce and his arms were both flowery.

At first glance, it makes people feel very uncomfortable.

What's even more terrifying is that he was carrying a bronze sword in his right hand.

The Code of the Weird World: Not to mention cold weapons or pencil sharpeners.

There is only one type of weapon in the strange world: weird props.

The extraordinary!

Wang Changtian!

"Finally arrived!"

Wang Changtian's voice was cold: "After the yellow hair gave the coordinates, the world evaporated.

Or people are not satisfied with their hearts and snakes swallow elephants, are too greedy, and they are being made to resell coordinates.

Or encounter a monster and suddenly die.

No matter which possibility, it means that weird props are not that easy to succeed.”

The thin man quickly said, "Boss, we have gone through hardships and broke three people along the way, just for this treasure."

No matter what happens, no one will back down.

There is a ghost-killing sword

God blocks the god of killing!

Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!

Ghost blocks and kills ghosts!

Whoever comes will die!”
Chapter completed!