The lights in the imperial tomb were brightly lit, illuminating most of the night sky, but I didn’t know whether it was an illusion or a formation, which covered the light emitted by the entire imperial tomb tightly and was not noticed at all.

Otherwise, Yin Changsheng and his party would have noticed the mass grave and the imperial tomb. After all, it was already dark when they came to the inn. It was naturally visible at a glance, but it was covered by some kind of magic, which made them not realize it.

Stepping into the imperial tomb, under the warm-toned candlelight, Yin Changsheng did not feel a trace of gloom. Instead, he felt like he was visiting a temple fair at night in his previous life. Except for no one, he was basically not much different.

After wandering around for two rounds, it formed a sharp contrast with the mass grave outside, so there was nothing strange about the others.

Walking towards the palace inside, from the perspective of the new and old aspects of the palace, it should be newly built, not the ones owned by the imperial tomb.

As soon as I saw a coffin visiting the palace, judging from the material it was golden nanmu.

How did Yin Changsheng judge it?

He was just based on his intuition. It is said that the ancient princes and nobles used golden nanmu coffins after their deaths, so he felt that the coffin was made of golden nanmu.

"Tsk tsk, this coffin is not good. Think about it, my sliding black iron coffin is thick." Yin Changsheng criticized the evil feudal socialism. He also wanted a coffin with golden nanmu, but was later refuted by the village on the grounds that it was of poor quality and no wooden coffin.

He also gave him a wholesale of a black iron coffin. He originally wanted a bronze coffin, but unfortunately the other party refused to give it to him.

Thinking of this, it was a little pity. The coffin was placed in his house for eighteen years and it was a little distressing to not be brought to the Weidu Paradise, otherwise he would be able to get rich in the future.

Yin Changsheng walked closer and found that the golden nanmu coffin was actually half-intacted on the ground, which looked quite strange. Logically speaking, it was either entered into the body or placed in the first seventh day. Why was it still half-intacted?

Looking at the golden nanmu coffin that had sunk nearly two inches, a golden flame ignited with a sudden "swish" sound from the four corners.

If it were just a golden flame, Yin Changsheng was not surprising, but the golden flame was automatically swaying in the air without wind, and turned into four golden dragons lingering on the corners of the four coffins under Yin Changsheng's eyelids.

Yin Changsheng was stunned when he saw it.

"Why do you still have special effects?" Yin Changsheng didn't know what the principle was, but he didn't dare to touch it. Who knew what would happen if he touched it.

Originally, he planned to pry up the golden nanmu coffin, but he thought that the Yin Corpse Dharma King was probably lying in the golden nanmu coffin, but in this situation, it was obvious that it should not be.

If it were the Yin Corpse Dharma King, it would be possible to lift the coffin up. How could I wait until Yin Changsheng put this arbitrary act?

"This is not the main owner of the imperial tomb, right?"

Yin Changsheng did not expect this at first. According to his idea, the main reason for this imperial tomb was thrown into a zombie by the Yin Corpse Dharma King, and then occupied by Xu Hongru's ancestors.

But judging from the fact that these four golden-flame dragons were entrenched on the four corners of the coffin, it was obvious that they were not. It was most likely that they were the main owner of the imperial tomb.

"So, should I open the coffin and make a fight?" Yin Changsheng hesitated a little.

It’s not that he is unethical about opening the coffin. He has a very flexible moral bottom line and there is nothing to do with the downgrade.

The main reason is that he is afraid that he will not be able to beat the other party after opening the coffin, so he will be beaten by the other party, which will lead to missing legs.

While Yin Changsheng was thinking, a gust of wind blew over somewhere and blew directly across the golden flame dragon on the four corners of the coffin.

Then, in Yin Changsheng's confused eyes, these four golden-flame dragons were extinguished.

‘Gudong’

Yin Changsheng swallowed, and always felt that something bad had happened.

"Why are you extinguished by the wind when you blow, just like a silver wax spear head?" Yin Changsheng complained, turned around and ran away.

As for opening the coffin and making a fuss?

After this happened, he threw it out. It was obviously not something he could make. He ran away quickly and told him that something bad happened, which was basically correct.

He rushed out with a quick step, and before he could get out of the imperial tomb, he saw the storm of dark wind howling and ghost fires drifting in the wind.

When I looked closer, there were corpses standing in the darkness. These corpses were basically rotten, revealing their lush white bones. They stood quietly outside the imperial tomb, not daring to cross the boundaries of the stone tablet.

"Hiss, what speed do you do? I haven't even had five minutes to go in and out. How did you guys climb out of the tight grave?" Yin Changsheng couldn't help but take a breath, just a word that was scary.

"Oh, I'm looking for science in the Stories from a Chinese Studio. That's the biggest unscientific." Yin Changsheng thought for a while, looked at the lights that gradually changed from warm to cool tones, and comforted himself.

Carrying the blood-stained claw hammer, Yin Changsheng wondered whether he could kill the corpse among these corpses with his own strength.

After comparing the number of the other party with his little arms and legs, he decisively put his thoughts on it.

"It's okay, let's take a break for a while. This should be the bad thing." Yin Changsheng is still very good at comforting himself. At least the luck value has not yet burned, which means there is no danger.

‘Dong...Dong...Dong...Dong...'

The sound of wooden boards hitting came from the palace. Yin Changsheng turned his head stiffly and looked at it. There was no other place except for the sound that could be heard from the golden nanmu wooden coffin.

After all, the palace was empty, and there was only one coffin. If it was not transmitted from the coffin, where could it be transmitted from?

Yin Changsheng gritted his teeth, took out the grenade from the inventory, and headed towards the golden nanmu coffin. At present, he could only take action first.

Since the other party was about to lift the coffin, Yin Changsheng would help him and give him a grenade as a firework to help him liven up.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough paradise points, otherwise he would have bought the white phosphorus bomb to make the other party feel what it means to be meticulous.

As Yin Changsheng approached, the originally regular tapping sound turned into a harsh scratching sound. The sound came into Yin Changsheng's ears, making him dizzy, as if it was some kind of magic.

These were nothing. When Yin Changsheng's hand was about to touch the golden nanmu coffin board, the coffin board began to crack.

It seems that I can't bear the things in the coffin.
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