Zhou Jian's heart was not at peace, and there was too much information in his mind. Although things like dragon vein luck may sound illusory, for ancient people, it was definitely believed in, and it might even be for a so-called

His luck will cause hundreds of thousands of people to die!

Putting aside distracting thoughts, he quickly asked: "You mean those who died were avenged by Dunhuang?"

"And the twelve golden bones are the dragon veins of Dunhuang?"

Wuyang nodded again: "You can say that, and the death of three hundred people is the Dunhuang style of doing things, and as long as you look underground, you can confirm this guess."

Zhou Jian did not hesitate and waved his hand: "dig for me, dig three feet into the ground to find this so-called golden bone!"

"Dragon Veins, bullshit Dragon Veins, a sloppy snake, if you still want to become a dragon, I will cut it off for you with one knife!" He cursed domineeringly, and the emperor's murderous aura was overwhelming.

After listening to Wuyang's words, he was basically certain that the three hundred people were killed by assassins from Dunhuang.

"Yes!" everyone shouted.

Immediately afterwards, nearly 500 coalition troops excavated here. Although the former temple was overthrown, no one really paid attention to it underground.

In this way, hundreds of people braved the scorching sun, sweated profusely, and swung their hoes until they started to smoke, and dug a sinkhole at the site!

An hour passed and everyone was waiting anxiously.

Suddenly, with a bang, a hoe in the hand of a coalition soldier fell, and a bowl-like hole suddenly appeared in the pit. Through the sunlight, you could clearly see that it was empty inside!

"Sir," everyone exclaimed.

Zhou Jian's eyes were shocked, and he immediately rushed forward, staring at the hole. He vaguely saw some mottled murals and text inside.

"It really does!"

"It seems the rumors are true." Yang Wei exclaimed.

"Hurry and dig it open to find out what's going on!" Zhou Jian ordered.

"Yes!" Everyone shouted, and then they started digging at the hole. It was so small that the hole as big as the mouth of a bowl was enlarged infinitely, revealing a space with a diameter of two meters.

The Qingtian Guards brought up a ladder, and Zhou Jian was the first to climb down into the underground cave.

"Cough cough cough!"

There was smoke and dust all around. Zhou Jian coughed a few times and fanned the dust and smoke in front of his eyes with his hand.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, everyone was shocked by the scene in the cave. They saw that the surroundings were full of mysterious murals and scriptures, such as Buddhist scriptures. They seemed to have some history and gave people an extremely mysterious feeling.

In the center, there is a stone platform with a shelf made of thousand-year-old yellow wood, but there is nothing on the shelf.

"Someone has come and taken away the golden bone here." Zhou Jian said solemnly, holding the frame made of thousand-year-old yellow wood in his hands and rubbing it. He didn't even look at such a precious thing and just took it away.

The fact that he got that golden bone shows how much the murderer cared about it.

"It's useless for others to use this thing. They must be people from Dunhuang!"

"Then the murderers who killed hundreds of people on the dune ground must be them. Who are they? They can actually penetrate in, kill people quietly, and leave quietly!" Guan Shan and others were filled with indignation.

Yang Wei looked around and asked, "How did they get in?"

"There are no signs of damage around, it's like hell."

Wuyang looked around, jumped into the air, was slightly disappointed, and suddenly asked: "Is this really the dragon vein?"

Yang Wei shook his head firmly: "Impossible, it's impossible for the dragon vein to come out of the Western Regions, the dragon vein is in the capital!"

Suddenly, the scene fell silent, and everyone looked at Zhou Jian.
Chapter completed!