Treasure Hunter in the City

　　 Yin Tian and the others were about to move Zhuang Peng and Hu Hai outside, but at this moment the voice came from the tomb inside.

　　 "Who is it?" Yin Tian asked in shock.

　　 It’s scary enough to stay in the tomb this night, but if there are any strange voices, it will not scare people to death.

　　 Wang Zheng couldn't help picking up the pistol beside him, but Fang Yun hid behind Yin Tian in fright.

The voice inside 　　 sounded extremely weak, they couldn't hear exactly what it was saying. Yin Tian frowned, suddenly remembering that there should be someone in this tomb besides them.

　　 "It's Wu Lao Liu! Yes, it must be him!"

　　 Yin Tian rushed to the main tomb inside after thinking about it.

Most of the entrance at the end of the tomb passage was destroyed by the islanders, leaving only a hole half a meter square, and Yin Tian had to crawl in.

　　 With the light of a flashlight, he watched a man dressed as a fifty-year-old farmer lying in front of a big coffin, yelling weakly.

　　 "Hehe, someone has finally come in, haha, did I win the sixth place..."

　　 Yin Tian found that Wu Laoliu's legs were soaked with blood, although he held it down as hard as he could, blood still oozes out slowly. He remembered the two gunshots he heard when he first came in, and it seemed that Kazuo Yamamoto shot and wounded Old Six.

　　 "Are you Wu Laoliu?" Yin Tian asked.

　　 "Hehe, the young man knows me?" Wu Laoliu said weakly.

　　 "Don't worry about so much, why did those island nations shoot you? Have you found Chunjun sword?"

　　Wu Lao Liu laughed when he heard it, and said, "Hehe, you really came for Chunjun Sword. I knew that after the news was leaked, I wouldn't have a good life. Ahem..."

　　 "You know? Then why don't you run?" Yin Tian asked puzzled.

Wu Laoliu took a deep breath and wanted to lean on the coffin behind him before he said, "Run? Where do I go? Unless I hide in the mountains and forests forever, there is no place for me in the world. Boy, you Do you want a pure Jun sword?"

　　 Yin Tian was shocked when he heard it, and hurriedly asked: "The Chunjun sword is really here? Then why didn't those islanders take it out just now?"

　　 After listening to Yin Tian's words, Wu Laoliu laughed happily again.

　　 "Hahaha..., the little devil wants to take things from my Huaxia Land, there is no such good thing. Although I am not talented, I am not talented, but I can't let foreigners take away the treasures of our ancestors!"

　　 Yin Tianwen was stunned, and his heart was extremely weird. As a tutor, Mr. Wu was digging the tombs of his ancestors. This would say that the things of his ancestors cannot be given to foreigners. It is really weird.

　　 But Yin Tian said in his mouth: "I didn't expect you to be so handsome, but the coffin was opened. Why did the islanders not find the whereabouts of Chunjun sword, and how did the broken dragon stone fall?"

"Is the young man curious?" Wu Laoliu continued: "Well, the old man doesn't live long. Fortunately, I will tell you once. I will put down the broken dragon stone, and I can't find the pure Jun sword devil. Will not let me go, then I was lucky enough to drag them to the funeral together."

"As for why they didn’t see the Chunjun sword, it’s even simpler, because the little devil didn’t know it. I opened at least the outer layer of the coffin, which is the coffin. The real coffin was not opened at all, so the little devil thought The tomb is empty, so I thought I was lying to them, so I shot and forced me to tell where the Chunjun sword was actually buried."

　　 Yin Tian was stunned after listening, but he didn't expect that there were so many inside stories. He lay down on the coffin and looked inside. As expected, it was empty and there was nothing inside.

　　 At this time, Wang Zhengyi also walked in. He apparently heard what Wu Lao Liuyi said, and hurriedly walked over and asked: "Where is Chunjun Baojian? Hurry up and tell us!"

　　 Wu Lao Liu gave him a smile and said, "You must ensure that you do not sell the Chunjun sword to foreigners, so I will tell you."

　　 Wang Zheng was taken aback when he heard it, but he had no intention of selling Chunjun to foreigners. His mission this time was instructed by a high-level figure in the country. Finding Chunjun's sword would only be handed over to the country.

　　 "Don't worry, I promise that I won't let Chunjun Baojian leave China!" Wang Zhengyi promised.

　　 Wu Lao Liu nodded in satisfaction, and said to Yin Tian: "Young man, help me up, it's time for Chunjun Sword to see the sun again."

　　 "My ancestors have searched for thousands of years, but I only found a copy of it in the tomb of King Goujian, and Wu Laoliu didn't expect to find a real pure Jun sword in my lifetime. I'm satisfied with death, haha."

　　 Yin Tian watched Wu Laoliu struggled to stand up with blood in his legs, so he put it down and said, "Wait a moment, I will treat the wound for you before getting up."

　　 "Young man, no need, cough cough..." Wu Laoliu said hurriedly.

　　 Yin Tian ignored him. Instead, he quickly walked outside and asked Fang Yun for a bottle of hemostatic spray before walking back.

　　 He tore through Wu Lao Liu's pants and sprayed out half a bottle of hemostatic spray, a layer of gel firmly sealed Wu Lao Liu's wound, and no blood flowed out.

　　 "It's a good thing. It was wasted on my old man." Wu Laoliu couldn't help but exclaimed after feeling the cool feeling on his legs.

　　 Yin Tian helped Wu Laoliu up, and then Wu Laoliu turned and looked at the large coffin behind him, and then stretched his arm into the coffin for a while.

　　 Click! Rumble!

　　 I saw a small coffin inside the coffin slowly rising again, and it was Yin Tian and Wang Zhengyi that their scalp was tingling.

　　 "Don't be afraid. The coffin is the coffin, and the outer is the inner guard. This is the real coffin. Xue Zhu should be lying in it." Wu Laoliu said excitedly.

People who are not familiar with tombs, few people know the difference between coffins, they think that the coffins are nothing more than coffins. Before that, Wu Laoku had to deceive Kazuo Yamamoto and the others~www.readwn.com~Okay, open now. Coffin, old man, I can’t wait to see Chunjun’s true face, haha. "

　　 Yin Tian and Wang Zheng looked at each other, and then nodded to each other. It's time for this coffin to be opened. Now that Wang Zheng is injured, Yin Tian has to open the coffin.

　　 "Okay, let me come!"

　　 Yin Tianshen exhaled, then pulled out the scimitar behind him and climbed onto the coffin to prepare to do it.

　　 "Young man, you only need to nail out the 18 surrounding coffins." Wu Laoliu said.

　　 Yin Tian handed the flashlight to Wang Zhengyi, and he checked it carefully, and he found that the metal nails of the chopsticks were too rusty to be nailed around the coffin.

　　 He picked up the dogleg scimitar and was about to pick up the soul-suppressing nail, but suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked Xiang Wu Laoliu: "There will be no mechanism here, right?"

　　 "You can rest assured, there are so many institutions in this kind of tomb, nothing will happen." Wu Laoliu explained.

　　 Yin Tian nodded, and then nailed the calming soul out one by one. The rubbing sound of the nail pulling out the coffin was particularly clear in this quiet tomb. Yin Tian couldn't help but got goosebumps, and Wang Zheng was obviously not much better at first sight. Only Wu Laoliu was still there as a okay person. With.

　　 Finally, Yin Tian picked up the last soul-suppressing nail, and now it is finally time to open the museum.

　　 "You stand back a bit, I am about to open!" Yin Tianshen exhaled and said in a deep voice.

　　 When Wang Zheng heard this, he raised the gun in his hand hurriedly, his face was wary, but Wu Laoliu still had an expression of disapproval.

　　 "Open it now, boy, my old man is fine with you!"