I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

finally.

The coffin was still not finished.

Yan Jiu's fingers twitched slightly because she cast the spell too hard, and she silently looked at the red line that seemed to restrain her naturally.

I don't know how Wu Jiu did it.

Even she couldn't open it.

Yan Jiu originally wanted to open the coffin.

She just wanted to touch Tu Lanyi's bones and see if the owner of the tomb was her senior brother.

Now that I think about it, it should not be.

No matter how different this world was from her previous life, the timeline couldn't be so different.

Besides, it is impossible for her to have a sister-in-law who looks exactly like an ancient woman!
There's also something odd about it.

Why did Wu Jiu, who almost became her sister-in-law, say that she could rest when she came?

Always feel that there is a big hole!

Lang Zongyi looked at the coffin that was very attractive to him, and it took him a long time to stabilize his mind.

I found that Yan Jiu's face was colorful.

Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and said, "You seem to be sorry that you can't open it?"

Yan Jiu shook his head and said, "I'm even more regretful that I can't be sure if my senior brother is here."

This is not the first time Lang Zongyi has heard the word "senior brother" from Yan Jiu's mouth. He doesn't quite understand it. According to the investigation by the special bureau, Yan Jiu has been an orphan that no one cares about for the past 18 years.

Where did this brother come from?
now.

Lang Zongyi thought of the problem that he had been neglecting all along.

Who taught Yan Jiu's profound skills?

He thought and asked the same way.

Yan Jiu looked at Lang Zongyi: "Master."

Lang Zongyi: "..." What a nonsense.

Yan Jiu couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

She thought that with the "Northwest Archeology Pass", she would be able to find her senior brother, but the reality gave her a heavy blow.

Yan Jiu had never been so frustrated.

It was as if the whole world was against her, making it impossible for her to reunite with her master and senior brother easily.

Lang Zongyi heard Yan Jiu's muttering: "Perhaps, you can draw... a description of their appearance. The Special Bureau has special archives for investigation."

Say half.

He thought of Yan Jiu's unique style of painting.

Then the words changed.

Yan Jiu, who has been fighting alone all this time, his eyes brightened: "Why didn't I think of that!"

She picked up a branch from the ground.

Draw while describing: "My master is very thin, always smiling, my brother..."

The stickman is half drawn.

Yan Jiu cursed secretly in his heart.

motherfucker.

If she could know what her senior brother looks like now, would she need others to help her find it?
Lang Zongyi said sincerely: "It's hard for you."

Yan Jiu went down the donkey on the spot: "It's really difficult for me, so, can you let me touch..."

Lang Zongyi directly refused: "No."

Yan Jiu didn't understand: "Why?"

Lang Zongyi pursed his lips and remained silent.

There is an indelible shadow in his heart.

That is, when I was young, I overheard that I was an evil ghost, and I might hurt my family.Therefore, he can neither see nor hear the theory of facial features and bone features.

Yan Jiu didn't know what Lang Zongyi was thinking.

But she didn't press.

It's hard for people to say anything.

At worst, she continued to look for opportunities to start.

There is no "newest brother candidate" for her.

After silence.

Yan Jiu looked at the coffin, and said shyly, "The coffin is tightly sealed now, and Wu Jiu is gone, so it's hard for us to commend her. Whose credit should this be?"

Lang Zongyi: "..." Just say that you want to take credit.

Yan Jiu understood Lang Zongyi's eyes, and raised her hand happily: "Report, I want to claim credit."

It's all said and done, I have never seen such a cheeky Lang Zongyi as Yan Jiu, who is extremely helpless.

He nodded.

After knowing it, I realized that he seemed to be more and more easy to compromise, and he became more and more conniving towards Yan Jiu.

This is wrong.

Lang Zongyi strictly restrained himself in his heart, and secretly decided not to do this next time.

In order to be more convincing, Yan Jiu, who succeeded in grabbing merit, symbolically drew a Taoist talisman on the coffin.

Yan Jiu said seriously: "I guarantee that no one will be able to open it."

Lang Zongyi breathed a sigh of relief.

He rubbed his temples.

After seeing the coffin, he always has a concern that he will lie in this coffin sooner or later.

just now.

The coffin was sealed so dead.

Worries can always be dispelled... right?

Yan Jiu was thinking about the relationship between Tu Lanyi and Wu Jiu. Such two people who are destined to have such a relationship have such a big relationship. Eager to dig out the story, she turned into a treasure hunter and turned over the two-story ancient tomb. Upside down.

At last.

Yan Jiu and Lang Zongyi returned to their original places.

This layer contains nothing but soil.

Yan Jiu exclaimed: "Is Tu Lanyi so poor? Then there is nothing valuable in the tomb."

Lang Zong said: "Even if you have it, you have to hand it in."

Yan Jiu, who was already on the verge of breaking the law, covered his ears: "Understood, stop reading, Mother Lang."

Someone who likes to be a mother: "..."

The two returned to the ground floor.

The earthquake seemed to happen just now.

Yan Jiu looked at the ancient tomb that was nothing but dirt: "This time it's the archaeologists who cry."

Lang Zongyi rarely agrees.

Then contact someone from the Special Unit.

There are still many things that need to be dealt with in the future.

Yan Jiu, who was tired from shopping, didn't want to move anymore, she wanted to get out of the ancient tomb and find a place to rest.

The moment you step out of the ancient tomb.

The pale golden formation suddenly lit up.

Yan Jiu watched helplessly as her soul was shaken out of her body, and Lang Zongyi caught her fallen body.

Without thinking about it, Yan Jiu, who knew Wu Jiu was behind the trick, raised his middle finger silently towards the depths of the ancient tomb.

then.

Yan Jiu saw another style of the ancient tomb.

On the wall of the tomb, there is a way to hide the eyes.

There are countless souls sealed in the formation, without exception, they were all full of evil and committed serious crimes during their lifetime.

and.

Their souls and bodies are all entangled with the owner of the tomb. They are of the same age as Turanyi and have entanglements with Turanyi, except for the gang of gossiping courtiers.

It's just that Wu Jiu's blindfold method can blind others' eyes, but it can't deter these souls.

and so.

What is deterring these old guys?
After Yan Jiu made sure that his body was fine, he followed the panic level of the soul body on the tomb wall and returned to the ground.

The black wooden coffin was suspended in the air, motionless.

If it wasn't for the shining red thread on it, she would have thought she had found the wrong coffin.

Otherwise, why can she feel the threat when she looks at the coffin with no sense of threat in her body?

Yan Jiu looked around carefully.

Only then did she realize that it was not the coffin that threatened her, but a long knife hidden under the coffin.

It was a horse-cutting knife seven feet long, with a blade three feet long and a handle four feet long.

Yan Jiu just touched lightly.

The soul and body were burned.

Looking at the smoking hand, Yan Jiu became excited as if she didn't notice the pain, and wanted to take out the knife.

I thought it would be difficult to get the knife.

I didn't expect it to be as easy as brushing away dust.

Yan Jiu held the saber that was as tall as her in his hand, and did not let go even though his soul was burned.

She held the handle of the knife in one hand.

Holding the scabbard in one hand.

Spread your arms out.

The blade of the sword, which had not seen blood for a long time, was seen again.

I saw that the blade was long and narrow, thin and sharp, and the blade was as bright as a mirror, and there was a chill permeating it.

There is an old saying - "Mo knife, long knife."

Zhanma Dao was hailed as the master of swords by later generations.

Yan Jiu looked at the coffin and guessed that the knife was Tu Lanyi's accompanying weapon.

Apart from tens of thousands of witches and warlocks, this knife was also stained with the blood of countless enemies.

and so.

Only demons and monsters will die if touched.

Yan Jiu didn't know why.

Didn't want this knife to be placed in a museum.

then.

Without hesitation, she took the Saber as her own and received it in the system space.

next moment.

Without the oppression of the deterrent, the souls in the tomb wall frantically wanted to escape.

Yan Jiu smiled and took out the mahogany sword.

"I'm in a good mood, let you run first~"