After the flames were blown out, the hole was in a mess. Zhang Meng heard the crisp rubbing of the fire pieces, and he took a deep breath and finally could see something.

Zhao San lit the fire and looked at the surrounding environment and couldn't help but take a breath.

"This is a fucking ghost."

In front of them, there were no five forks, and there was clearly only one straight passage.

"Go away quickly, I don't want to stay in this terrible place..."

The faces of several people were a little bad. Zhang Meng was about to leave in a hurry. Suddenly his body staggered and almost hit the ground with his head.

"Be careful, be reckless."

"There is nothing here, why did I feel like something tripping me just now?"

Zhang Meng said inexplicably, and he suddenly remembered the greasy ball he had touched in the darkness just now. Zhang Meng stared at the ground and couldn't help but shivering. There was nothing strange underneath, right?

"Don't worry, go away quickly." Zhao San said with a frown.

"No, there must be something weird below. We have to dig it out to see if it is the monster, otherwise we will probably be troubled this time." The fat man turned his body and said seriously: "After asking God, he was most afraid of saying that he would not do it, otherwise it would take a minute to kill us with the magic of this monster."

"If you get it, dig it out."

Zhao San had never encountered such a thing before. He was so furious about the fat man that he said quickly.

The fat man pulled out the Luoyang shovel from his backpack, added a few pieces of steel pipes to the handle, and then dug down along the designated location of Zhang Meng.

The fat man shoveled down, and the tip of the shovel was actually buried on the ground.

The soil here turned out to be so soft. When the fat man used the Luoyang shovel to rake, a pile of soil and gravel was turned over. This was simpler than plowing the field.

"Is this thief a damn solid? Such a soft soil, what should I do if Fatty accidentally collapses and blows it up?" The fat man was also stunned.

"Boy, I don't talk nonsense, little fat guy." Zhao San cursed. He put on a glove and helped push the blocks of soil aside.

"Dong"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the ground, which was like a sound made after metal and wood collided.

"Be careful, fat, is there a coffin bottle hidden here?" Zhao San said quickly.

"good"

The fat man's eyes lit up when he heard the coffin bottle, and his speed of attack became much slower. The earth and stones on the ground slowly hooked him out.

"Digged"

"Be careful, it seems that it is not a coffin, but a corpse..."

Zhang Meng stared for a while, and after the surrounding soil was cleared, a bone was exposed. Judging from the size of the bone, it seemed to be a child's corpse.

Zhang Meng looked at the corpse and felt the first thing she felt was strange.

This corpse must have been in a long time. Zhang Meng checked some of the bones on his body and had seriously eroded the moisture in the soil.

But the bones were covered with an intact head. The face of the head seemed to be made up, and two blush were applied on the pale oil paint, which looked extremely gloomy.

"Damn it, why are the people buried here so perverted? They didn't care about their bodies and just treated their heads with anti-corrosion. It's probably this thing that happened to us just now." The fat man stared at the corpse and shook his head and said.

"This is probably also a doorman who comes to visit the door. In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, it happened to be a long-term war, and most men were marching and walking, so the male style was quite strong during this period. To put it bluntly, it was homosexual, and such things were difficult to talk about, so they usually raise some boys as doormans and book boys to cover up their ears and ears. And after they die, these boys will be buried with them, one to continue to serve the tomb owner in the future, and the other to prevent the boys from spreading these things when they grow up..."

The fat man suddenly shivered: "You said that Old Man Zhuge is not like this, right?"

"Fatty, don't talk nonsense. Zhuge Liang jumped up from the ground and strangled you to death..."

Zhang Meng was shocked and told such jokes in someone else's tomb, which would be struck by lightning.

Zhang Meng brought gloves and jumped into the pit with Zhao San.

Zhao San held a white cloth strip in his hand, and slowly wrapped the bones from the spine, lungs, heart, armpits, abdomen, ribs, crotch, and tail vertebrae. These positions are particularly fragile positions, especially after being eroded for a long time.

Whether it is the four major tomb robbers or the later southern and northern sects, those who are truly in the Fighting World will try not to disturb the corpse of the tomb owner as much as possible. This technique was also passed down by the Zhang family of the Northern sect.

"Good craftsmanship" The fat man's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhao San's wrapping this bag in just a few blinks, and the few parts of the corpse were wrapped in white cloth. At this moment, the random lifting would not damage the bone.

"Ameng, please invite this old man out"

"Okay"

Zhang Meng quickly hugged the corpse, took the hand handed by Zhao San, and then stepped out of the hole dug out with one foot.

"Strange, this head doesn't seem to have been treated with anti-corrosion?"

The bones were not heavy either. Zhang Meng held them with one hand and knocked the head curiously with one hand, but unexpectedly made a sound like a thud, knocking on a wooden fish.

Zhang Meng looked at the bone and showed a look of surprise.

This head is actually made of wood, especially the size is almost the same as it is. If I hadn't touched the texture of this head, I wouldn't have seen that it was a puppet head made of wood.

However, after saying this, no response was heard.

Zhang Meng turned around and saw that the fat man's face turned pale, his mouth was struggling to push up, and he made a face toward Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng was puzzled. He turned around, but almost knelt with the puppet's head.

The head had turned around at some point, and his eyes were closed tightly. The gray eyes were staring at him, instantly making Zhang Meng half cold.

"Do not move"

The fat man's face changed drastically and he suddenly screamed.

Zhang Meng was scared and panicked, and the bones had been thrown out.

When he heard the fat man's voice, he felt something was wrong, and it was too late to withdraw his hand.

The fat man roared, and he knocked Zhang Meng open and slapped the head of the corpse with a Luoyang shovel. The corpse crackled and the fat man broke the neck.

Zhang Meng was about to ask the fat man what his nerves were when he saw two black water-like things spraying out from the eyes of the corpse, and a fishy smell suddenly emanated from the surroundings.

"Fortunately, there is a spring in this corpse. If it is strong, it will definitely trigger the mechanism. If Fatty Master hadn't reacted quickly just now, we would probably have to lie here now." The fat man said with lingering fear.

Zhang Meng was also grateful to rub his head. This happened too suddenly and he hadn't reacted yet.

"Since you are a little guy who is harming others first, don't blame Fat Master for breaking your bones. Now bury you well. If you want to pester us again, don't blame Fat Master for turning against others and destroying your bones and slashing your bones."
Chapter completed!