"Yang Lang?"

It was like a scoop of ice water suddenly poured down from the top of my head. In an instant, I was cold to the freezing point. The atmosphere was extremely strange in the flashlight surrounded by darkness.

I began to recall Yang Lang's appearance in my mind. He was tall and had a bang, and he looked a little fashionable. But suddenly, the Yang Lang in my mind began to stretch out his right hand towards me, and many black spots crawled onto him, and then climbed onto his face. Those black spots desperately drilled into Yang Lang's flesh, drilled desperately! drilled desperately! It was not until it came out of Yang Lang's back that he would not stop.

I quickly shook my head and told myself not to think about it anymore. However, the imagination in my mind could be shaken off, but the fear that had been buried deep in our hearts could not be dispersed.

"Impossible, how could it be Yang Lang?" I looked at them with sweat.

The fat man photographed me, and then said to Zhuge Xuan: "Take out the photos and let me see them."

Zhuge Xuan frowned, as if she didn't want to see that scene again. But in the end, she picked up the camera and flipped through the last few photos in the album.

Professor Chen also looked at it a few more times, and in an instant, tears rose from behind the glasses. He gritted his teeth hard, turned his head, and lit a cigarette.

The fat man took the camera and began to look through the photos carefully. I hesitated for a moment, but still turned my eyes to the camera screen.

The more I looked, the tighter the fat man’s brows became.

I'm afraid no one in the world can recognize whether it is Yang Lang's face. However, his national face shape is still very obvious. The most important thing is that Yang Lang's bangs are unique here. If we have to say that there are other coincidences, it is no longer what we can think of.

Yang Lang and I have known each other for less than half a day. After seeing the photos a few times, we have already recognized them, let alone the four people sitting.

"Professor, don't be sad. Since things have happened, we should find a way to get his body out." After Zhang Yadong recovered, he squatted in front of Professor Chen and said.

Professor Chen seemed a little weak, but nodded, then looked at the fat man: "Mr. Cao, do you think it's very dangerous to go up now?"

The fat man returned the camera to Zhuge Xuan and turned around and said, "To be honest, I'm a little unsure now. You have seen it. The coffin is placed in the middle of the stone coffin. There is still nearly half a meter on both sides. We didn't see it. Yang Lang's death is so strange. Even if he wants to go up, he has to make some preparations."

"What are you preparing?" I felt that the fat man had a way to get up. He seemed to have some hidden information when he said these words.

Professor Chen probably heard it, "Then see what we should do?"

The fat man looked around and said, "It's actually very simple, but to ensure safety on it, maybe... it may not be necessary, it may cause some damage to the coffin and coffin."

Tomb robbers have completely different purposes from archaeological arts. One is to seize the ultimate goal, while the other is to protect them more. The fat man is experienced and must have a way to deal with the current situation. However, if he wants to take action in front of Professor Chen and others, he must first make clear his words.

"No, your methods will definitely cause damage to these cultural relics, absolutely not. If you don't dare to go up, then let me do it." Zhuge Xuan suddenly stood up.

I heard what she said, as if I knew what method the fat man should use.

Later, the fat man turned around and told me that he wanted to throw it into the coffin with a kind of "rosy sandalwood smoked" smoke. The smoke was extremely lethal to many insects in the tomb.

"Red Sandalwood smoke" is very strange. People have nothing to do after smelling it, and it is particularly refreshing. But if wood or stone is stained with such things, it will be completely dyed purple, and no matter how you do it, it will not be cleaned.

Professor Chen thought he should listen to what method the fat man should use first, so he stepped forward to stop Zhuge Xuan.

The fat man was about to speak when a sound suddenly came from the coffin behind us.

"Squeak--Crack, squeak-Crack..."

We became nervous again, but, obviously different from the moment, everyone's faces were more confused. Because the series of sounds we hear now seemed to be the sound made by Zhuge Xuan when she was shooting at the camera.

My back was numb. After the sound ended, several people looked at the camera that Zhuge Xuan was holding in both hands.

"What's going on? Why..." Zhang Yadong suddenly glared at his eyes, as if he had thought of something, "Can we repeat the sound of this coffin that we made before?"

As soon as he finished speaking, I immediately felt something beyond our understanding appeared.

The fat man knocked on the black tumor on the coffin twice, and then we heard the sound twice. The camera made a series of sounds on it, and then we heard the exact same sound again.

If it weren't for a repeater hiding in the coffin, only Zhang Yadong's statement would be valid.

"Damn it." The fat man cursed in a low voice, "I encountered so many things when I saw a coffin. I guess it would be difficult to leave this trip."

Although we all agree with Zhang Yadong's words in our hearts, our brains are still a little slow to believe such outrageous things.

"This may be too low in the last name, there should be other reasons." After I said that, I looked at Peanut.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that Peanuts had been standing under the coffin without knowing it.

"Zi Xiang, what are you doing?" Professor Chen asked immediately.

Peanut slowly walked back and said in that Taiwanese accent: "I have a feeling that this thing, he, may be alive."

"What? Living?" The fat man was stunned.

"Actually, you all ignored the most important thing." Peanut said, looking at the coffin with lingering fear.

"What's the matter?" Zhuge Xuan asked hurriedly.

He continued: "Just just now, the camera has almost taken pictures of the situation on the coffin. Apart from the coffin inside and Yang Lang's body, have you not found that there is one thing missing there?"

"Not... the lid of the coffin and the lid of the coffin." I said.

Suddenly, Professor Chen and the fat man's faces suddenly sank. Peanut continued: "No, there are more than those fewer ones. The most important thing is that there are fewer ropes that fix this coffin. This coffin is completely suspended in the air."

After reacting, I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

Yes, why did he forget this?

I felt that I could no longer bear the successive surprises. "No, if it has no ropes fixed, how could it be..."

"The coffin will not float. I just stood there and found that there was no lack of gravity there, so I think the only explanation is that the thing is alive."

After returning from the tomb of Yelang King, I think I have seen many bizarre things in the world. But... the coffin that lives and can fly... Who would believe this if he says it? Is it really in the ancient tomb that any situation may happen?

Before we could think about it, a gloomy laughter suddenly sounded from the coffin behind us.

After looking back, I jumped up from the ground and grabbed the fat man and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

“Gee, gee..."

Accompanied by the laughter that made people feel shivering in their hearts, the black tumors on the stone coffin suddenly started to move. They shook slightly a few times, making a creaking sound of metal friction, and then straight white cracks began to appear on the black tumors.
Chapter completed!