Chapter 37

quickly. It was all thanks to the powder San Ge obtained from his friends in the martial arts world.If we think this way, wouldn't the Southern bandits who stole graves also have hallucinations becau...Sun Lao Da led the way, a group of people huddled and crawled inside.

Because it was inconvenient, we didn't bring flashlights when we crawled inside. Each of us had a headlamp for illumination, which felt a bit like doing field training exercises and crawling forward.

The banyan trees that Huang Chengti gathered these branches from have quite a bit of dust and spiderwebs on them.

Digging and digging, Sun Lao Da, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Boss" asked a mole.

Sun Lao Da turned his head and shone a flashlight, the light was very bright in my eyes.

He said, "Haven't you noticed that we are getting shorter and shorter We are going downhill."

I looked down at my surroundings as he said it. Everything was wood, and in my previous anxiety, I hadn't noticed.

The place where we just climbed up has become a small slope.

This discovery left everyone baffled.

Because, according to common sense, yellow intestine questions are all built on flat ground, the center of Mutou Mountain is the coffin, how is this possible Does this lead downwards Is there something underneath

"Don't overthink it, let's get to the top first," Sun Lao Da said, continuing to climb inside.

The deeper I climbed, the more frightened I became.

Just now it was a slight incline, but now the slope is getting steeper.

Although the Sun brothers had done a lot of odd jobs before, they should have seen this kind of unusual design for the first time.

I was at the very end of the line, and in front of me was a mole. There wasn't much space. The mole was wearing jeans, and she kept arching her back. This kind of distracted me.

After climbing for about ten minutes, the space ahead slowly began to widen.

"Watch your step, look up above your head, don't hit the wood on your hands," Sun Lao Da tried to get up.

Inside was very dark, and after everyone came out, Sun Lao used a bright flashlight to shine around.

He froze mid-air, holding up his flashlight. Following the beam of light, all of us gasped in astonishment.

There is no coffin, only a casket.

Row after row, I don't know how many coffins there are...

Some of the coffins are rotten, some have collapsed into flat shapes, and some are basically intact.

That kind of sandalwood fragrance is very noticeable right now and lasts for a long time.

Dozens of coffins were piled together, with no obvious burial goods on the ground. This didn't conform to any known funerary rites from any dynasty.

Sān gē wrinkled his brow: "Big brother, with so many coffins concentrated here, could this be a Western Zhou burial pit"

He asked this question with reason, because after the Shang and early Western Zhou dynasties, there was no such burial custom. Unless it was voluntary, forcibly burying people alive was against the law at the time.

Sun Lao San's face was gloomy. He took a step forward and walked to a coffin. The coffin wasn't badly damaged, it was just a little flattened.

I swallowed nervously, holding the flashlight in my hand, my eyes fixed on Lao San.

"Boss, give me the crowbar," Sun Lao San said with a serious expression as he reached out his hand.

"Next," the two men worked in perfect sync. The older brother tossed the small crowbar over.

Hardly pausing, Sun Lao San grabbed the crowbar and prepared to pry open the coffin.

Wait for the third child a moment.

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"Have you counted, how many coffin nails are there" Big brother asked, frowning.

Lao San moved the flashlight and looked around. "Some areas are so rotten, it's hard to tell. It could be six roots."

"have a primary school diploma, but you're always thinking about beautiful college girls What are you gonna do when you join the Changchun Society and marry one""I...I made her read to me every night!"...