Although I don’t know much about the organs, I understand some places where the organs are most likely to be hidden in some biographies.

All of this was kept firmly in my mind, looking around at the places around me, and quickly searching these places.

The result came out soon. There was no mechanism hidden around, or something was really hidden, but it was very hidden, and it was not something I could detect.

But I believe in the former more because after I finished the inspection, the other three people checked again.

These three people are masters. Even if they are not good at the mechanism, they are all masters who have been to many tombs.

All this in their minds is much more real than what I see in my biography.

Even they have not found the mechanism, so there is a great possibility that there will be no mechanism. Although it cannot be guaranteed to be completely non-existent, even if there is one, it will be placed in a place that is not easy to trigger.

In this way, there is no big difference between not and not. As long as the mechanism does not trigger, what is the difference between having and not having this mechanism?

After the inspections were completed all around, we immediately responded to Mr. Qian. When Mr. Qian heard my words, his eyes lit up slightly. He immediately took out a white candle from the package and placed it in the southeast corner of the coffin.

Gently lit the candle, and the orange-red flames danced on the candle, adding another hint of light to the dim light.

Then the candle burned slowly, and drops of wax oil slowly dripped on the ground.

I know that this is from an allusion in the circle, and it is widely rumored that it is from the secret of the gold-touching lineage of the four major sects in the tomb robbery school.

It means that when entering the ancient tomb, it will first light a candle in the southeast corner before opening the coffin. If the candle goes out, it must exit quickly and not take anything. According to legend, this is a contract between the living and the dead set by the ancestor. It has been passed down for thousands of years and no exception can be made.

But soon, my pupils shrank slightly, unlike what I imagined. After Mr. Qian lit the candle, he took out something like a bracket from the package.

The top of the bracket is completely made of iron, and this height is just right for the burning flame of the candle to touch the top of the iron rack.

Under the scorching flame, the shovel was at the top, and the plane was not too big turned red slightly. After almost the same, Mr. Qian took out something from the package.

This thing is a small yellow square. When I look at it, I know what this small square is.

This should be some kind of spice for funeral, which is almost the same as the spice we used to deal with the witchcraft skeletons before.

But by judging by color, the purity and quality of this piece of spice are much higher than the one I took out before.

Then I thought about it, this is a normal thing. The items I collected were all purchased on the market, and the money always had its own way.

When it comes to money, I don’t have money and wealth, and when it comes to ways, I don’t have money and broad paths.

Naturally, the things collected were not comparable to those that Mr. Qian had obtained through his own way.

The spices melted quickly on the red iron sheets, and a strange fragrance soon filled the air.

And the next moment, Mr. Qian blew up and blew out the flames below.

"Open the coffin and take a look!"

Immediately, Mr. Qian said, "I was a little confused. I really couldn't figure out where the allusion of ghost blowing the lights at the beginning had gone."

However, the rest of the people didn't say anything, but quickly prepared the tools.

Looking back now, it seems that they have never fired wax since I followed them to their grave.

"Are you thinking about candles and traditions in this industry?" Just as I was confused, Mr. Qian's voice suddenly came from beside me. My eyes were fixed, and I immediately saw Mr. Qian's gaze.

I nodded in a daze, and I could see Mr. Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. As for his expression, I couldn't tell anything due to gauze.

"Due to special reasons such as the environment, the corpses in the coffin are rotten, and the nearly high-pressure environment in the coffin is easy to generate flammable gas."

"Once this gas is contaminated with open flames, it will immediately cause large-scale burns to the person who opened the coffin, and it is not impossible to burn them directly."

"This is called Fuhuo. Once upon a time, my teammates died on this Fuhuo. From then on, I have gained a memory. In places like the tomb, try not to use open fire if I can use open fire."

"If it weren't for preventing something in the coffin from changing, and spices needed to cover up the smell on our bodies, I wouldn't have lit a candle here."

When I heard Mr. Qian's words, my eyes shrank slightly. I didn't expect that there was such a reason. No wonder Mr. Qian immediately blew out the candle after heating the spices. It turned out that he was afraid of this.

As the saying goes, once you are bitten by a snake, you are afraid of the rope for ten years. Old Qian has suffered losses in this regard, so naturally he becomes more cautious in this regard.

Just as Mr. Qian explained to me, the people around him had already surrounded him with tools and tightly surrounded the coffin in the middle.

I stopped slowly and took out the folding shovel from the package, gently embedded the front part of the folding shovel into the gap between the coffin.

The moment I inserted it, I felt that the coffin lid was of extraordinary weight. No matter how hard my right hand used, I could not press the handle of the shovel down.

Judging from the force of this recoil, it is hard to say whether this coffin lid can be opened by us.

After all, after repeated layoffs, there are only five people left in our team.

Four of them were wounded, and among these four wounded, two of them injured their fingers.

The job in front of me is a hand job. I don’t know if it will cause the wounds of the three of them, which finally stopped bleeding, to crack again.

If this is the case, wouldn’t it mean that I will endure it alone?

I let out a long sigh, and my hand holding the folding shovel became tighter and tighter, just waiting for Mr. Qian to give orders.

"Open the coffin!"

Mr. Qian lowered his voice and let out a hoarse roar, and all of us exerted our strength in an instant.

Not only did I feel that the lid of the coffin is not light, but the rest of the people also feel it, so we did not stand at different angles, lift the lid of the coffin and lift it open as before.

This time we all stood in one position, exerted force suddenly, and directly lifted the lid of the coffin!
Chapter completed!