The atmosphere suddenly became a little dull, and Ma Qingyue's hand holding the gun tightened again, ready to shoot at any time.

Wang Lang grinned at Ma Qingyue and smiled, "Does Boss Ma know how to go on? If Boss Ma knows, we can cooperate. You know the current situation yourself. You will definitely be cold by yourself, but it will be different if you are with us. Just make up for it yourself and give you three seconds. The time is up."

Ma Qingyue frowned and hesitated for a moment, "How should I believe you?"

"Believe it or not." Wang Lang gave four words.

Ma Qingyue pondered for a moment, "Okay!"

"But you have to ask for money, you can't let us help you in vain, right?" Wang Lang said again.

Ma Qingyue frowned and then continued to nod, "Okay!"

Although he agreed to cooperate, he still kept a distance from Wang Lang and Lu Mowei. Anyone who picked up any of these two could kill him. Even if he was so excited, he would be very likely to be killed by these two people.

"Fifty thousand, brother, the price is 50,000!" Lu Mowei stretched out five fingers to bid.

Wang Lang shook his hand and slapped him, "Do you look down on Boss Ma? 50,000 is not as expensive as someone else's leather shoes. The price is 10 million, including the previous 40 million, a total of 50 million."

Ma Qingyue frowned again, and then he realized that Huang Feishu had to ask for 50 million and must have drawn 10 million from the middle when he asked for 50 million.

With a smile, Ma Qingyue said generously, "Okay, just take me out of the safety, let alone 50 million, I will give you 100 million."

Wang Lang took out his ears. "Cheerful person! Come on, Boss Ma, tell me how to go down."

Ma Qingyue walked over and shone the flashlight to a place. He found a string of particularly small bracelets from the entrance of the passage under his feet to the bronze coffin in the middle.

If you don't point it that way, it's really not easy to see.

"Through this, you can reach that coffin and then you can find the entrance to the next place."

Wang Lang gave Lu Mowei a look, found a knife and took it with him. He went down again, and reached the top of the bronze coffin in the middle in a few strokes through the bracelet.

After stepping on the coffin, he lay on it and looked at it. Wang Lang suddenly discovered something very interesting. The pattern on the coffin was actually very similar to the bronze box that had not been opened before.

I looked down at the bronze coffin, took a photo with my mobile phone, and finally understood what the pattern it was.

It's a fucking star chart.

The fuck, Wang Langjier wouldn't be hard if he could piece it together.

Wang Lang suddenly felt that it was better to smash it. It would be better to leave that kind of thing for those high-IQ people to play with.

I looked up and found that the bracelet was heading towards another place. There was a vacuum belt in one place, and there was no gold, silver and jewelry next to it. There seemed to be a sky eye there.

Wang Lang turned around, "Lu Mowei, carry Boss Ma over."

Lu Mowei exclaimed.

"Ah, hurry up and have a chicken!" Wang Lang urged.

After a while, Lu Mowei came over with Ma Qingyue on his back with fear, and from time to time he looked down at the gold, silver and jewelry below.

The three of them stood on the bronze coffin.

"What about now?" Wang Lang asked Ma Qingyue.

Ma Qingyue stared at the bronze coffin under her feet, with a greedy look on her face, and finally lay on the bronze coffin and listened with her ears. Then she suddenly raised her hand and prepared to shoot at Wang Lang beside her.

Wang Lang raised his foot and kicked it.

Bang!

The pistol flew out and fell into the gold, silver and jewelry below. In a flash, it was swallowed completely by the dense demon spider.

Lu Mowei got angry at that time and kicked Ma Qingyue down with one kick.

Ma Qingyue rolled downwards. In desperation, Ma Qingyue grabbed Lu Mowei's ankle, and Lu Mowei's body was unstable and fell downwards.

At the critical moment, Wang Lang grabbed Lu Mowei's back collar.

Ma Qingyue's soles were less than one meter away from the gold, silver and jewelry below.

The demon spider below crawled out of the gold, silver and jewelry, layer by layer, countless demon spiders piled up, and in a short while it piled up into a fifty-centimeter-high cone, and there was a tendency to continue to grow upward.

Ma Qingyue's face was scared to yellow, and his hands were tightly grasping Lu Mowei's ankle.

Lu Mowei kept kicking Ma Qingyue's hand.

Ma Qingyue looked panicked, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I'll give you the money, I'll give you as much as you want, can I pull me up?" Ma Qingyue begged in a trembling voice.

Lu Mowei still kicked Ma Qingyue desperately, his expression was ferocious, his eyes were red, and his two teeth slowly stretched out from his mouth.

Seeing Lu Mowei's changes, Ma Qingyue was frightened. When his hands were about to release them, Wang Lang lifted Lu Mowei up with casual hands. Ma Qingyue's hands had already loosened Lu Mowei's ankle, but he still had inertia flying upwards.

Wang Lang reached out and grabbed Ma Qingyue's collar, and held Ma Qingyue in one hand. Ma Qingyue's body was hanging in the air, holding Wang Lang's wrist tightly with both hands, glanced at Lu Mowei in horror.

"Suck... vampire!" Ma Qingyue stared at Lu Mowei in panic.

Lu Mowei gradually entered a violent state, grinning at Ma Qingyue, feeling like he biting Ma Qingyue to death.

Wang Lang took out his ears and carried Ma Qingyue, "Do you want to die or live?"

"I want to live." Ma Qingyue said emotionally.

"The things in it are your purpose this time?" Wang Lang patted the bronze coffin under his feet.

Ma Qingyue's eyes dodged.

Wang Lang let go.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ma Qingyue grabbed Wang Lang's wrist tightly.

"What's there?" Wang Lang asked again.

"Golden armor holy garment." Ma Qingyue said 110 times.

"What?" Wang Lang didn't understand.

"Golden armor holy garment." Ma Qingyue said again.

"Have you read too many fantasy novels or too many fairy tale novels?" Wang Lang looked down at Ma Qingyue.

"This is what I saw in an ancient book. Bai Yan, the founding emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, once gave him a golden armor holy cloak." Ma Qingyue fell in mid-air, and what he said now.

"What's the use?" Wang Lang was very curious.

"Eternal life." Ma Qingyue arrived truthfully.

Wang Lang laughed angrily, "Why don't you go to heaven? Are you all thinking about immortality?"

Ma Qingyue looked down and saw that the demon spider below had accumulated a cone about one meter high, and then it was difficult to get half apart. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that Wang Lang's wrists were shaking violently, and he was trying to shake Ma Qingyue down according to his posture.

"Yes, yes!" Ma Qingyue hurriedly replied to Wang Lang. "Those who come here are all for immortality, but everyone has different ways of doing things, and what they want is different. I only want the Golden Armor Holy Clothes."

"How do you get this thing?"
Chapter completed!