"What's the matter?" When he was still happy about what Han Xuan had done, Pang Kui's hand pulled Wu Xie's coat.

"Shadow!" Fat Kui said in a trembling voice.

"Shadow, what's good to see." Wu Xie looks confused.

"How many shadows do you count?" Pang Kui turned pale.

"One, two... Six, seven." Wu Xie counted, and the trill could not be heard.

"Ah, there's a ghost." The screams turned the heads of the people in the observation room.

Only a figure with a broken earthen jar appeared in sight.

"Damn, dare to frighten us. I'll shoot you." Pan Zi, who was angry with ER Gouzi, raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the man.

"My God." The man screamed and rushed straight to the back passage.

"No, he's going to the tomb we just passed." Han Xuan deliberately accentuates the tone to say.

"Just go." Pang Kui whispered.

"If he lets that thing out of the coffin, it's a problem." Zhang Qiling naturally knew what a dangerous thing was in the coffin. With a solemn voice, he drew out the black gold sword and rushed out.

Han Xuan didn't stop him. He was happy to follow the plot.

"Go and see where this man came from." The three provinces of Wu also spoke at this time.

Wu Xie walked into an ear room on the right and kicked Er Gouzi, who was lying on the ground.

"Brother, how did you come in?" Wu Xie, who was looking at a candle, said.

"What are you looking at?" Go in and sit beside Wu Xie.

"Wow, you two, wow, the picture is so beautiful that I dare not look directly at it." The sound of Er Gouzi makes Han Xuan speechless.

"Brother, you see, the seven coffins outside are the Seven Star coffin, and only one of them is true." Then he moved the sketch in his hand a little.

Han Xuan came forward, and sure enough, as in the play, he scribbled a sketch with seven squares inside.

"So bright, so bright, my one kilowatt light bulb is about to explode." Er Gouzi continued his nonsense.

"Well, what to do now." Han Xuan looked at him with a fierce look, turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Now let's go to the third uncle and let him have a look." Then he stood up.

"Not bad."

……

The cry of Wu Xie, the third uncle, reverberated in the whole tomb.

"Something may have happened to them." Han Xuan's words make Wu Xie feel tight.

"Pa"

At this time, a corpse in the coffin suddenly sat up.

"Big brother."

"Hum." With a cold hum, Han Xuan's chaotic Qi forms a small sword, which is just the shape of Lingqi“ Go With a soft drink, "you should be honored to end your life with this aura."

The white light was stronger than the light from Wu Xie's flashlight.

Swallow a mouthful of saliva, "big brother, very powerful."

Small sword mixed with amazing momentum, skipping many obstacles of space, instantly came to the forehead of big zongzi.

"Pa"

Just got up, the rice dumplings were flying up with a small sword and fixed on the wall of the tomb.

"Come on, let's go out first." Han Xuantou didn't return, and went to the jade door.

"Wait for me." He doesn't have Han Xuan's ability. If he gets up for one or two, he'll have to explain it here.

While running, he turned around from time to time. It was the sword on the head of zongzi that was too shocking.