This sudden fright was the most deadly, and everyone unconsciously gathered together. There was nothing else in the sight. We all stared at the coffin and waited for what was going to happen next.

The three collisions that just now sounded the same as the sound of the fat man hitting the black tumor three times with a shovel. So, in this case, it is possible that something suddenly appeared and then hit the coffin.

But after watching for a long time, several people found nothing around the coffin.

The fat man was the first to react, "Where did this sound come from?" After saying that, he walked forward two steps.

"Be careful, that thing might lie on the coffin." I also walked up.

After all, Fatty and I are here to play the leading role. When we encounter such emergencies, we must stand ahead of everyone.

The fat man focused all his attention on the coffin where we couldn't see it, as if he was considering whether to go up now.

At this time, Zhang Yaxi behind him suddenly spoke.

"I heard the sound just now, it seemed exactly the same as the few strokes Mr. Cao knocked with a shovel. Yes, will there be other people nearby?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's flashlight began to sweep around. In the empty tomb, the flashlight could only shine on the blue bricks on the ground and the darkness further away.

Zhang Yadong continued: "It seems yes, professor, could it be Awei and the others?"

When I heard this, a layer of goose bumps appeared on my arms.

According to our inference, those three people should be dead now. However, Zhang Yaxi was right just now. After careful recollection, the sound was really the same as the sound made by the fat man. To create the same sound, the same or similar conditions were required. Logically speaking, someone else should have knocked the black tumor on the coffin with a shovel head three times. We didn't move just now, so the only possibility was other people in the ancient tomb.

But those three people are dead. Could it be theirs...

I'm a little afraid to think about it anymore.

After hearing Zhang Yadong's words, Zhuge Xuan shook her head, "They have a lot of things in their equipment, and it is impossible to knock on the coffin with a shovel."

Zhang Yaxi lowered her voice and said, "There are no one else here, will that be..."

"Don't think about those useless things." The fat man interrupted him, "I think the problem may still be there. It seems that you can't do it if you don't want me to go up this time."

I know the fat man is right, but when I think back to the sound just now, I feel a very strange feeling in my heart, as if this is not what we understand.

Sure enough, after the fat man finished speaking, the others stopped stopping him. Then, we waited for the fat man to take action.

But just as we were all staring at the fat man's movements, suddenly, three crisp sounds of "clang ding" came from the coffin.

We were all froze and Zhang Yaxi fell to the ground.

In the flashlight aperture, the huge coffin was still motionless, but the more quiet it became, the more intense the uneasiness in our hearts became.

"Ghost...there are ghosts!" Zhang Yaxi immediately cried.

"Stop." Professor Chen also started to sweat coldly on his forehead, but he was still calm at this time.

Zhang Yadong was also trembling, but he still forced himself to comfort his brother.

The fat man and I looked ugly, and involuntarily, both of us secretly looked at Peanut.

Peanut's expression was very strange. There seemed to be a deep doubt in the pretense of fear on his face.

At this time, Zhuge Xuan suddenly ran to the back and pulled out his equipment bag.

"Xiaoxuan, what are you looking for?" Professor Chen asked.

"I want to see what's on it." After Zhuge Xuan said that, she took out a set of camera triangle brackets from her bag.

The fat man turned around and said, "I can't tell you are more anxious than me. But why are you doing these things? I want to perform a pole vault, jump to the top?"

Others didn't seem to understand, but I could see what Zhuge Xuan wanted to do.

"You want to take pictures of it?" I asked.

"Yes." Zhuge Xuan nodded at me, then looked at the fat man again, "You still have to be responsible for this matter."

After saying that, Zhuge Xuan handed the triangle bracket to the fat man.

"What are you doing for me? If I want to go up, I can climb up with bare hands." said the fat man.

Zhuge Xuan gave the fat man a blank look and then directly pressed the tripod onto the fat man, and the fat man had to catch it.

"I......"

I quickly grabbed the fat man and explained to him, "Zhuge Xuan wanted to take photos of the coffin by taking advantage of the height difference. This tripod is nearly two meters long. With your height and wingspan, the camera can reach more than four meters. In this way, we can see the situation there without going up."

The fat man suddenly realized that Zhuge Xuan's method was indeed very wonderful, which avoided the fat man's adventure. Now no one knows how those sounds came about. Although the fat man is good at it, he is afraid of accidents.

The next thing is much simpler. Zhuge Xuan fixed the camera on the bracket, set a minute of automatic photo shooting time, and then adjusted the lens to an angle of obliquely downward. Then, the fat man just needs to lift the camera up until the shooting is over.

After everything was ready, the fat man slowly lifted the triangle bracket. When he saw the camera reaching into the darkness above the coffin, I still felt a little uneasy, and all kinds of terrifying fantasies began to appear in my mind.

Soon, the flash light lit up on it. After a series of continuous shootings, the surroundings became quiet again.

The fat man immediately put down the bracket, and Zhuge Xuan couldn't wait to remove the camera and began to observe the photos taken.

We all gathered together, staring at the screen of the digital camera, and the atmosphere was indescribable.

I have thought of countless situations. Although I was very nervous, I thought I was still ready to see anything.

However, when Zhuge Xuan took out the dozen photos he had just taken, I still gasped.

"Fuck, this coffin has no lid." The fat man shouted in a low voice.

Seeing those photos, Zhang Yaxi, who had been in extreme fear, once again collapsed on the ground, saying something in his mouth, but he didn't let us hear a word clearly.

None of us would have thought that there was nothing on the coffin, and even the lid of the coffin was not there, so the camera directly captured the scene inside the coffin.

After reading the photos, all of our faces were gone. We couldn't help but look at the coffin again, and then kept retreating until our heels kicked the package on the ground.

Inside the stone coffin was a coffin that looked very ordinary, and the lid was gone. A gray-white body lay in the coffin. For some reason, the body did not completely rot, but turned into something like a mummy.

Its body was covered with small black holes, as if it had been eaten by countless ants, and it made people's scalp numb. The corpse's face, the small black holes, were dense, and even its facial features were gone, just like a beehive on its neck.

However, what scares us the most is that the hair of the corpse looks very lush, not like he has died for a long time. And his right hand, which was held in the air, is more like a dying man making his final struggle.

Even the well-informed fat man felt disgusted after seeing the corpse in this state. "Damn it, it seems that there are many bugs here. Tsk, why didn't you see any of them when you came?"

The climate in the south is humid, and now it is the summer with the most snakes, insects, rats and ants. Logically speaking, we should see a lot. But in fact, except for the rat under the stone couch, we didn’t encounter even a floater along the way.

I was about to tell the fat man whether to take out the deworming water and spray it first, but I saw a strange silence on Professor Chen and his friends' faces. The four of them looked at each other, and Professor Chen's eyelids were pounding wildly.

"What's wrong with you?" I thought to myself that I should be ranked first in terms of timidity, but why are even Professor Chen and Zhuge Xuan so scared like this?

Zhang Yadong opened his horrified eyes wide and slowly turned his head to me.

"You, haven't you seen it... the corpse, the hair and hairstyle of the corpse are exactly the same as... Yang Lang's."
Chapter completed!