Mr. Luo Pan stroked his beard and said with a proud smile: "If there is anyone in the entire team of tomb robbers who is most familiar with Mr. Chen, I guess I am the only one."
"Chen Zhengjun, male, was born in 1957 in Xingluo Li. He is a member of the Chen family in Fujian City. He has been a genius since he was a child. He awakened the family martial arts spirit at the age of six and learned the family secrets. He achieved success at the age of twelve and was known as Chen.
The most talented person in martial arts in the Mesozoic generation of our clan."
"More than fifty years old? It doesn't look like it to me! I don't believe it."
Except for Chen Zhengjun's temperament, which looks a little calmer, his face looks like he is only about forty years old at best. This has doubled. He is said to be an old man who knows his destiny even in his fifties. Who would believe this.
"The emphasis of martial arts is on self-cultivation and tracing back to the origin."
Mr. Luo Pan: "He is a genius after all. It is not surprising that he has reached such a state after decades of hard training. Rather, it would be really strange if the first person of the Mesozoic generation of the Chen family in Fujian could not reach this state. Otherwise, why do you think Chen Zhengjun dares to
You dare to dig up people's ancestral graves alone."
"Since Mr. Chen is so powerful, why do you still want to rob tombs? It seems that he is not short of money."
Tang Xuan raised this question without expecting to get an answer. Let's not say whether Mr. Luo Pan knew it or not. Even if he knew, based on the fact that they had only known each other for a few hours, there was no reason for Mr. Luo Pan to reveal Chen Zhengjun's secret.
However, what Tang Xuan didn't expect was that Mr. Luo Pan pondered for a moment before answering the question: "Lao Chen Zhengjun had a son, but his son had a strange disease since he was born. It is said that a strange thing is needed to cure it. But that strange thing
It has long since disappeared in the long river of history. An expert from the Qi Sect made a divination for this strange object, and the divination showed that it is in a large tomb in the north, but no one knows which tomb it is."
"So over the years, Chen Zhengjun has been running around, robbing tombs in the north, just to find that rare object."
Both of them were stunned.
Everyone knows this kind of secret gossip. I'm afraid this compass was not a spider spirit on the Internet in his previous life.
Old man Lin blew his beard and stared: "How do you know so many things? You haven't even told me."
"You never asked me yourself."
Old man Lin: "..."
When the three of them boarded the fourth floor of Xueyihou's tomb, there was a loud roaring explosion in the distance.
"It seems that Mr. Chen is in front. Let's go and check out the situation."
About ten minutes later, the three of them saw Chen Zhengjun and others fighting a group of corpse puppets.
There were so many corpse puppets that they crowded more than half of the tomb passage, but even more fell, and the corpses of corpse puppets were piled up one after another.
Chen Zhengjun stood at the front of the crowd, his body surface seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light, his hands were like guns, and he fired out a series of terrifying punches!
Anyone who touches it will die!
The other few people acted as assistants, mostly for self-protection, and carried out attacks with shovels or hammers.
There are not no casualties on their side. Chen Zhengjun is very powerful, but the corpse puppets are not made of clay. Their individual abilities are higher than those of ordinary Soul Sects, let alone a large group.
Chen Zhengjun's almighty can defeat four, eight, or even dozens of hands, but there are always those few hands that can bypass this man's troubles with other people.
At this time, the casualties appeared.
Three people were already lying on the ground. Each one of them died tragically, either disemboweled or bitten until they were like a piece of rag.
Fortunately, the geographical advantage was on their side. If they were in an open area, based on the number of corpses, there was a high probability that everyone else except Chen Zhengjun would have been wiped out by the group long ago.
"Old Lin, you are finally here, come and help!" Someone saw Old Lin and asked for help in surprise.
Old Man Lin chuckled, and then took out a bundle of homemade soul bombs from his pocket, lit it, ran for a few steps, and then threw it far into the group of corpse puppets. Then with a roar, a strong explosion impact spread over several meters.
All the corpse puppets were torn into pieces!
"Cool!"
Old man Lin shouted excitedly, and kept taking out bundles of soul-guided explosives from his pockets.
"I'm going to blow up! I'm going to blow up! I'm going to blow up!"
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Old Lin's explosives were naturally the most suitable for exploding in this kind of environment, and were extremely efficient. The groups of zombies that were coming one after another were blown up in scattered pieces, hindering their movement, and everyone was finally able to rest and catch their breath.
Chen Zhengjun's pressure was greatly reduced, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was not afraid of these zombies, but the sacrifices in the team would make him ashamed.
"I'll blow up! I'll blow up! I'll blow you up!!!"
Old man Lin frantically threw the explosives in his pockets, and the roar was endless!
Tang Xuan also wielded a vibranium hammer and joined in the defense against the zombie puppets.
He did not reveal his own strength and simply dealt with it with ordinary means.
But even if he doesn't use all his strength to fight against the enemy, with Tang Xuan's physical quality now enhanced by the pseudo-dragon body, his attack power is still considerable with one strike.
It seems that one can see red numbers of critical damage caused by critical hits appearing on the heads of these beaten corpses.
Half an hour later.
All the corpses were cleared away.
"It's been a long time since I've exploded so happily, so comfortable!" Old Man Lin stretched his waist and smiled up at the sky.
Tang Xuan glanced at Old Man Lin's bulging shoulder bag, and was very curious about how many soul bombs the old man had hidden in his bag.
Chen Zhengjun turned to everyone and said, "Take a rest where you are."
Everyone who survived immediately collapsed into a puddle of mud.
Someone turned to look at Old Man Lin and asked angrily: "Old Man Lin, why didn't you come until now!?"
"I couldn't help it. I took the wrong path and ended up on the negative floor. I was trapped in a weird illusion all day long." Old Lin looked innocent.
Mr. Luo Pan and Tang Xuan were helping Chen Zhengjun clean up the three corpses on the ground.
Luo Panlao took the time to ask: "Where are the others? Why did they see them all along the way?"
"Some people are dead, and some people are missing, and their whereabouts are unknown. Lao Wangtou is dead, and Li Cheng is also dead. I'm sorry, I brought them in but I couldn't protect them."
Lao Wangtou and Li Cheng are the earliest seniors in the team. They are relatively familiar with Lao Pan and can be regarded as old friends.
Mr. Luo Pan was silent for a long time and said calmly: "When people grow old, they will die sooner or later, and I will die too. That time is probably not far away."
Chen Zhengjun smiled and didn't care about the nagging words of the old compass god.
On the other side, Old Man Lin was also chatting about how many acquaintances among his companions had died.
Old Man Lin is a bold and informal person and has the most friends. Basically everyone in the team is his friend.
An old man sighed and said: "When Aaron Kwok was on the second floor, he was attacked by ice thorns and froze into popsicles, then shattered into dregs. He died miserably, while Rural Takuya died on the third floor and was covered by a strange purple...
The poison has devoured even the corners of his clothes, which is not very painful, but it is true that there are no bones left."
As Old Man Lin listened, he exclaimed in surprise and laughed from time to time.
Everyone didn't pay attention to the laughter, and even couldn't help but laugh together.
Everyone seemed a little heartless, even cold-blooded, but this was their choice.
Everyone present knew that walking along the river often would not get your shoes wet. Just successfully robbing one tomb would be fine, and two, three, five or ten tombs would be fine, but that did not mean that they would be able to live a peaceful life.