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There are only three tombs in the entire tomb. Wang Ping did n’t see it and did n’t know how it was placed inside.

But by guessing, he can be sure that the big tomb in the middle must be the owner of the tomb.

There is a round stone slab, carved with Taoist Yin and Yang fish patterns, slightly higher than other places, and around the Yin and Yang fish patterns, several nourishing, nurturing and reincarnating runes were painted.

In the tomb, it is strange to draw such a 箓, if this stone slab is used as a futon for meditation by the owner of the tomb, it will be even more weird.

More importantly, if you sit here and practice during your lifetime, if you sit here after death, it will bring out some weird things.

"When the tomb was first discovered, how many bodies were there?" Wang Ping asked aloud.

An elderly archaeologist, looking at Wang Ping's full strength, did not know what his origins were, and thought he was a big man in the family he couldn't afford, so he replied: "There are three bodies in total, one man and two women, all wearing robe, the body is very strange , There is no decay, it looks like a corpse, sitting cross-legged on the ground, lifelike. "

"Oh? Three corpses without decay? That would be more interesting, what about those corpses?" Wang Ping'an asked in surprise.

"I was carried outside and temporarily stored in an ice coffin. By the way, these are pictures of several corpses. Since they have been patronized by tomb robbers, there are no ornaments except for a few robe robes on the corpse."

The archaeologist said, open a folder with many real photos in the tomb.

Wang Ping's took the file and found that the bodies had been moved. Except for the unchanged sitting posture, everything else was messy.

Under the corpses in the ear chambers of the left and right tombs, there are also Taoist rungs, but the moisturizing effect is far inferior to that of the tomb owner.

Since Fu Mi is so well-distributed and so meticulous, it means that there must be aura here at first, otherwise there is no need to do so.

The owner of the tomb originally had some funerary objects, and there was a small shelf behind him. When the picture was taken, the things on it were empty.

But before the tomb owner moved forward, there was a small red furnace. I wonder if it was too heavy or for other reasons. The tomb thief did not steal it.

Later, when the cultivator entered, he robbed the blaze furnace.

"It's crazy to be a guy who wants to practice even if he's dead." Wang Pingping surprised, and returned the folder to the other party.

"This gentleman, what do you see?" The archaeologist asked inexplicably.

"I didn't see anything. I only knew that this guy was a cultivator. By the way, do you have the identity information of the owner of the tomb?" Wang Ping asked again.

"There is no identity information, but the words" Bashan Taoist "are written on the Danlu. It should be the owner's track number."

"That's it ..." Wang Pingan pondered for a while, because he was not a serious cultivator, and he had never heard the name of a mortal cultivator.

Whether it is a Bashan Taoist or a Bashan monk, there is little difference.

At this time, the Wan family was gathering at the camp on the mountain side.

In this big tent, there are more than ten thousand cultivators. As local snakes in the cultivating world, they come with a lot of people, and their strength is enough to suppress the strong people in the field.

One of the old men said with a serious expression: "Donglai and Dongliu have been out of touch for a long time. This is definitely not a good thing. Does anyone know what they said before they left?"

"I don't know. The two of them have a very good relationship. If there is anything, they will only discuss it secretly. It is impossible to tell us at all. Maybe, what baby did they find?" Someone took the opportunity to complain.

"What baby is there nearby? Danlu is in our Wanjia's hands, and several unknown elixirs are also in our hands, and even three corpses are here."

"..."

It makes a lot of sense and everyone can't get it.

At this time, many people have actually leaned towards ominous answers, thinking that Wan Donglai and Wan Dongliu might have happened.

At this moment, I heard someone running in panic and shouted: "It's not good. Someone injured the Wanjia children who guarded the entrance of the cemetery. Come and see."

The Wan family was furious and immediately shouted, "What? Someone dared to attack the Wan family on this land? It's just to death. Let's go out together and see who is the eye-opener."

Even Wan Dongting, who presided over the meeting, was so angry that his beard was trembling, and said angrily: "Let's go, I'll go and see, maybe I can find clues about Donglai and Dongliu's disappearance."

With that said, more than ten thousand families walked out of the camp tent angrily.

At the corner of the camp was a large black cloth covered with three ice coffins.

Although the three bodies excavated from the ancient tomb still protect the sitting position, the ice coffin is large enough to be able to be put down even in a sitting position.

Rumbling, the sky was a little dark, I don't know when, thunder sounded from the dark clouds.

The wind was so strong that the black cloth was hunted.

Weeds and gravel, swirling, flew to the sky.

There were other cultivators in the camp. Some people changed their face slightly when they saw this situation, and sighed, "This wind is a bit evil, and it is so cold. As a cultivator, I actually shook a few chills."

Someone beside me said with a joke: "You are so timid, as a cultivator, what are you afraid of? Do you think there are really ghosts in this world? The spirits are exhausted, and there is nothing in the legend. Even if these three corpses are strange, they also become No finesse. "

Click.

A thunder burst sounded just above the ice coffin. The black canvas seemed to have been split by the lightning. The ice coffin shook for a while and returned to calm.

Some of the joking sounds just disappeared in an instant, and their faces changed slightly, staring in surprise at the direction of the ice coffin.

Although they are all cultivators, in the current state, they are still not much stronger than ordinary people. They are still terrified when they encounter strange things.

At this time, the Wan family and others had reached the entrance of the cemetery.

On the flat ground at the entrance, they saw two self-families who were vomiting blood foam in their mouths despite being sober.

"Wan Lei and Wan Miao, who made you look like this?" Wan Dongting asked with a serious look, looking at their injuries.

"Uncle Ting, you are finally here. They are the people of Yao Wanggu ... so cruel ..."

Another person who vomited blood continually said at the same time: "There is also a casual repairman named Qin Xiaoyu. Uncle Dongliu once chased him down, but he is still alive, and the person who hurt us is what he brought."

Upon hearing this, Wan Dongting suddenly released a hint of fineness in his eyes: "Well? The person Dongli once chased was actually alive? Let's go and see, maybe we can find relevant clues from him."

After Wan Dongting finished speaking, leading people into the cemetery, only two people remained to take care of Wan Lei and Wan Miao.

The weather was more gloomy, the big raindrops on the beans were falling down, and the dark clouds covered the entire Longshou Mountain tightly and tightly. When it was 11 o'clock in the morning, it seemed that it had entered the night early.