Yang Mingde put the candle in the hole. After thinking for a while, he said to him: "I know you want to get rich now, and I want to get rich. But Niu Dali, I hope you can remember. For us, the most important thing is now. The thing is to save your life, don’t mess with things in the future!"

Yang Mingde's tone was very solemn, Niu nodded vigorously to show that he understood.

Then Yang Mingde saw that the candle he put in the hole did not go out, and then said to Niu Dali: "It seems that it should be allowed to go down here. I will go down first. You should follow me."

After talking about it, Yang Mingde no longer ignored Niu Dali's self-direction.

Niu Dali saw that he followed him like this. He didn't dare to stay alone in the ancient temple. If it wasn't for Yang Mingde's existence, he would not have the courage now.

His courage is not that big.

Afterwards, the two climbed down the hole. Finally saw a few blue stone bricks. I don't know how many years ago the ancients left it.

The two of them walked into the tomb smoothly. So far, they haven't encountered any weird scenes.

I don’t know how many years no one has entered the tomb. After the two of them went in, they raised a lot of dust.

Both men's faces were very nervous. They were originally half-hanging tomb robbers, and now they have received the death notice again.

The further he went inside, the more wrong Yang Yangde felt. They walked all the way, and there was nothing else in the tomb except for the accumulated dust.

If this is the case, it’s okay, but these walls are too smooth. He touched the walls with his hands. Apart from the dust, there was no other slight bump.

For ancient crafts, it is too difficult to achieve this level.

Although Yang Mingde is only a half-hanging tomb thief, he still knows something.

He felt something was wrong, and suddenly stopped.

Niu Dali, who carefully followed him all the way, didn't stop and hit him directly.

"What's wrong?" Niu Dali asked very nervously, "Did you find something wrong?"

Yang Mingde shook his head, "I didn't find any problems, but I always felt something was wrong. You look at these walls, they are too smooth, and they are not normal."

Niu vigorously scratched his head, he didn't understand these things at all.

Then seeing him like this, naturally in my heart.

Yang Mingde didn't want to say anything to him anymore, he just started to do it himself.

He scraped the dust off the walls layer by layer, raising more dust.

After vigorously coughing, Niu Dali stepped back a few steps. But he didn't say anything.

His Yang Mingde still trusted very much, thinking to himself. If Yang Mingde did this, then there must be his reason, and he didn't need to ask more.

After removing all the ash from the wall in front of him, Yang Mingde flashlight shining tightly on the wall.

Then he found something wrong.

"Niu Dali, look over and see these murals!"

After Niu Dali leaned over and looked for a few times, he asked with some doubt: "Is there anything abnormal here?"

Although Niu Dali didn't know exactly what was painted on these murals, but he wanted to come, there were more things he didn't know, and it was no big deal.

Yang Mingde was a little helpless in his heart. If it weren't because he couldn't find other people he could trust, he would definitely not bring Niu Dali to steal the grave together.

This person has no brain at all, and only muscles are left all over his body.

Yang Mingde didn't want to say more, but he carefully looked at the mural on the wall.

He has never seen anything painted on it. It is precisely because of this that it made her even more terrified.

He had read some books about murals that would appear in the tomb before.

But he now feels that he has never seen these things drawn above.

In his impression, this kind of mural like the three-headed dog of Western **** should not appear in this tomb at all.

Niu Dali looked at Yang Mingde's face very ugly, and he involuntarily asked: "Did you find anything abnormal? Do we want to look back?"

Yang Mingde smiled bitterly: "Just come along all the way, you also saw it. This tomb is very large, the entire ancient temple is on the tomb. Even if we look back, it is not a solution at all."

Listening to Yang Mingde's words, Niu Dali couldn't say anything.

Yang Mingde took a deep breath, then began to move on.

The two did not go far, and two closed stone doors appeared in front of them. The weird three-headed dogs were also carved on the stone gate, and they looked lifelike.

The two of them did not see anything famous after watching it for a long time. But now there is only this way left in front of them, and naturally they can only find a way to open it.

The two began to push hard, but the stone door was heavier than they thought. The two of them had exhausted all their energy and could not open the stone door.

The two people with very high physical exertion sat on the ground with one buttocks, Niu Dali said helplessly: "Yang Mingde, if you say we are, you really can only die here!"

Then he slapped Niu Dali on his head with a slap: "What the **** are you talking about, if you want to die, I won't stop you. But I don't want to die!"

Niu Dali cried with a sad face: "Then you say what should we do now, you can't get in here, and there is no place to go back."

Yang Mingde began to think about it. According to what he thought, since it is such a stone door, there must be a way to open it.

If it can't be opened, where are the grave robbers who came before them? This is totally unreasonable...

So the biggest possibility is that the two of them did not find the correct way to open.

Maybe if this door really wants to open, it depends not on brute force, but on other methods.

"Organization!" Yang Mingde suddenly shouted, frightened Niu Dali.

But Niu Dali immediately responded. Isn't the most likely thing in this tomb to be the institution?

This time he finally didn't need Yang Mingde to remind him, he hurriedly started groping, trying to find out the organization. ..

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