Wang Lang looked in the direction Huang Fei Rat pointed at. There were two concave patterns on the stone gate. On the left is an eye, on the right is a hideous dragon, and in the middle are two small characters.

Gantry.

Wang Lang looked confused.

These two patterns are exactly the same as the ones on your black card.

There are seven dragon kings in the Dragon Gate and seventy-two cards. Logically speaking, each person has nine cards, which corresponds to the nine-level power of the Divine Dragon that the Seven Dragon Kings have practiced since childhood.

Every time you practice, you can apply one more card flexibly.

The nine extra cards were held by Wang Lang's master, Huangfu Ji, the leader of Longmen.

It would be strange if Wang Lang was not confused if he had such a pattern on this door.

The Dragon Gate has a long history, but no one has ever told Wang Lang what ancient tombs are related to the Dragon Gate.

After suppressing his doubts, Wang Lang looked around.

"Are there any other things related to the gantry?" Wang Lang asked Huang Feishi.

Huang Feishi shook his head, "No more, I only found this for the time being."

"Mr. Huang, how can I get in? Do I need to explode?" Hu Zhenshan walked up to him and patted the stone gate. He found that it was so thick that it was impossible to push it away with human power.

Huang Feishi looked at Wang Lang, "Master Long, what are you doing? This place is prone to landslides. If you can not explode, you will not explode. If you buried this place in the landslide, it will be more costly."

Everyone looked at Wang Lang.

I waited for a long time but couldn't see what Wang Lang said.

Hu Zhenshan was the first to wait, "Mr. Huang, according to my opinion, let's explode. If a landslide really collapses, I will send someone to find an excavator convoy. If it is forced to dig, I will dig this place."

"Shh!" Wang Lang suddenly turned his head and put his index finger on his lips, and made a stance to everyone.

Hu Zhenshan snorted coldly.

Mr. Lu looked around and stared at Wang Lang coldly, "Pretending to be a ghost."

Wang Lang's ears moved.

"Huang Fei Rat, have anyone been in before?" Wang Lang asked in a low voice.

Huang Feishu nodded, "I heard from the villagers that when the landslide was just now, the door inside was open. After a group of people entered, the door closed itself. So the whereabouts of those people were unknown."

Wang Lang took out his ears and put them on the stone door and listened carefully.

"How long ago?" Wang Lang asked again.

"It's been more than two months." Huang Feishu was confused, not knowing what Wang Lang asked about this. He also imitated Wang Lang to put his ear on the stone gate and listened, but he heard nothing.

"Young man..." Mr. Lu sneered.

"Shh!" Wang Lang immediately turned around and signaled Mr. Lu not to speak.

"There is a sound of footsteps." Wang Lang lowered his voice.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone became quiet and could hear the breathing of the people next to them.

Wang Lang was still lying on the stone gate and listening.

Mr. Lu suddenly laughed, "What's there to be afraid of when pretending to be a ghost? Where does the footsteps come from? Even if there is something weird, are so many of us still afraid of what's inside?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, held a black card in his hands and pasted it on the two patterns on the stone door.

Click.

A sudden sound from the stone gate.

Everyone saw the stone gate move.

Then there was a clattering sound of the machine spring.

Wang Lang pushed hard.

A crack that was ten centimeters wide was pushed open by Wang Lang.

Huang Fei Rat was so happy that he was so happy that he was lying on the crack in the door and was about to look.

Wang Lang stretched out his hand and pulled the yellow fat rat flew backwards.

A black shadow flew out from the crack of the door and headed straight for Mr. Lu, who was facing the stone gate.

Two choking sounds.

Black and white impermanence produces a knife at the same time.

Three corpses were lying on the ground.

It's a snake.

The triangular head is dark green all over, the baby's arms are thick, one meter five in length. At this moment, the three parts of the body are still twisting, and it looks extremely disgusting.

Mr. Lu did not have any panic expression, but was calm. He poked the snake's corpse with a crutch in his hand, and laughed, "It's alive."

Huang Feimao stood up rubbing his butt, and came over to see the snake on the ground, feeling scared.

"Master Long, can you remind me next time? It hurts so much that it's almost broken up." Huang Feishi rubbed his butt.

Wang Lang raised his foot and stepped on the snake's head, and his toes were rotated, completely killing him.

The ears moved.

Wang Lang frowned, and Huang Feishi saw Wang Lang's expression change, "What's wrong with Mr. Long?"

"There are more than one person's footsteps, at least two people inside." Wang Lang said.

As soon as these words were said, everyone stared at each other.

"Young man, I have been traveling around the world for so many years, but I have never seen anything. There are living people in the ancient tomb. Do you think this is a novel?" Mr. Lu sneered.

Wang Lang was too lazy to pay attention to Mr. Lu, who had always been disgusted with him.

"Push, push it open." Wang Lang pointed at the stone gate.

Huang Feishi looked at Hu Zhenshan, and Hu Zhenshan turned his head and looked at Lao Qi.

A group of younger brothers started pushing.

More than a dozen people pushed it for a long time without pushing it away.

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "Start up and open, a bunch of waste chickens."

He approached the stone door, put his hands up on the door, and pushed hard.

Rumble.

The heavy stone door opened ten centimeters again.

Everyone held their breath and stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang, who could not be pushed open by more than a dozen people, pushed open the door open alone.

After a breath of relief, Wang Lang was about to push it again, but suddenly twisted his body, and a black shadow rubbed against Wang Lang's waist and passed.

Bang!

A gunshot.

Wang Lang turned around, Hu Zhenshan held a gun, and a dead snake lay on the ground, thicker, longer and larger than the one just now.

Adults have thick arms and more than two meters long, and their heads are triangular, or dark green all over.

It is strange that the poisonous snake grows so big.

Wang Lang listened and frowned. He raised his hand at Hu Zhenshan and said, "Give me the gun."

Hu Zhenshan was stunned for a moment, Wang Lang's hand shook again, and Hu Zhenshan threw the gun over.

After Wang Lang received the gun, he shot two shots into the crack in the door.

After listening for a long time, the sound of a small step running suddenly came from inside. This time, everyone's expressions frozen.

Wang Lang threw the remaining bullets into it.

It seemed like a long passage inside, so the gunshot echoed for a long time.

Wang Lang threw the gun to Hu Zhenshan, pressed his hands on the door and pushed it hard.

A rumbling sound came.

The stone gate is ten centimeters wider.

It's enough for one person to go in. Even if the yellow fat rat squeezes horizontally, it can go in.

Wang Lang took out a lump of toilet paper from his pocket, took off the lighter, poured some oil in the lighter on the toilet paper, lit the toilet paper and threw it in through the crack in the door.

The toilet paper ran far away, and there was no sign of extinguishing. It was not until it was burned and there was nothing left to burn.

Wang Lang ignored the people behind him and walked in alone.

The people behind looked at each other and followed in.

The corridor inside is indeed quite long, nearly a hundred meters.

Halfway through, Wang Lang suddenly stopped and remembered that there was a tomb chamber on his right.

But now there is nothing. Wang Lang reached out to grop on the wall, and stopped and pressed on a slightly sunken brick.

The wall suddenly cracked, and a tomb chamber appeared, with a coffin placed inside.

A man was squatting on the coffin.
Chapter completed!