He used all his strength, and there was a loud bang, and the lid of the coffin was heavily overturned to the ground by him.

"Mr.? Master? Is it you? Master? Talk! Wake up! Don't scare the second brother. If you have something to do with your second brother, how can you face your elder brother? How can you face Mr. Yao?" Master Ma looked at the cold corpse lying in the ancient coffin that had been for thousands of years. It turned out that his young master was unparalleled.

Wushuang put his hands together and placed them on his chest, lying calmly in the coffin without moving, but now he could not tell what his expression was at the moment, because he had a strange animal skin mask on his face, which looked extremely terrifying. The strange animal's skin was like a dog, a cat, and a porcupine, and two fangs were poked out from his mouth.

"Ah? What a little master? Are you really here?" Yun Qiang ran over and took a look. Mr. Ma didn't joke with him. Although the corpse had a mask of animal skin on his face, the figure and clothes of the corpse were exactly the same as those of the young master. Not only that, he also had a shiny sword under his right hand, the bloodthirsty ice blade. Everything else could be copied, but this sword was the most unparalleled in the world!

Yun Qiang's strong body was trembling slightly. Not only him, but Master Ma was also shocked when he saw Wushuang in the coffin, because there was no breath of a living person in the coffin. If it were not expected, the young master would be dead!

They opened their mouths slightly, their eyes widened, and they didn't say a word for a long time.

"Second... Second... Second Master... How to deal with it... Is there any help? We... are we?" He was shocked. What did this seven-foot-high man have been afraid of in his life? He has seen many monsters and monsters. He came from the rain of bullets. He was not afraid of heaven or earth, but he was afraid that one day his master would lie in front of him and leave him forever.

This is the morality of the world. If this explanation is a bit exaggerated, it would be better to say that he is a earth dragon, and his other subordinates are his ministers and subjects. When the emperor dies, what should these loyal ministers do?

Yun Qianghan swallowed, took out a cigarette from his arms with his trembling hands, and smoked all the cigarettes hard like an addict. Then he spit out a cigarette ring and gasped heavily.

"Knife? Knife! Give me a knife! Master, wait, Qiangzi will do it now! Damn, I won't take revenge! I won't do it anymore! You have to protect someone below, right? Without you, there would be no Qiangzi today. Don't worry, wait for Qiangzi on the road to the underworld! I will do it now!"

His subordinates were also frightened. If the Northeast Thieves were a sect in the world, it would be better to say that it was a belief of these thieves in the world. Now that the faith has been destroyed and the sky has collapsed, what reason is there to survive in the world? They immediately pulled out their sabers from their waists and planned to commit suicide and die, and bury their master for his death!

"Stop! Are you confused! Death? Can death solve the problem?" Mr. Ma slapped Yun Qiang's big face hard, waking the kid up.

"But... Second Master, the young master has... OK, even if I don't die, I have to blow up this ancient tomb! I don't want any obvious weapon! Damn, no matter whose tomb he is? Even the Emperor's tomb must be blown up!" Yun Qiang's temper got up again.

"Get out of here, don't yell here! Don't worry about your life or death, and carry me out quickly!" Everyone reached out and lifted Wushuang's stiff body out of the coffin.

When everyone touched their bodies, they shook their heads repeatedly. There was still a little hope just now, but when their hands touched Wushuang's body, they felt that his body was completely cold.

Everyone carried Wushuang and retreated lonelyly from the tomb passage. The tomb passage was almost filled with the tears of the seven-foot-foot men. At that moment, my heart was like a knife. There was only one thought in my mind. The Dong family was destroyed, and the Yaogong was defeated, and the sky... fell!

"Big...Brother... We came in a hurry and didn't prepare filial cloth? What's wrong with this?" A man said something out of place. In fact, it was not an exaggeration to say this at this time. Seeing that Wushuang must be a dead body, he wouldn't have to prepare for his funeral?

Yun Qiang was so angry that he slapped the boy's nostrils and bloodied. He slapped him so hard that he couldn't help but rush forward and punched him. Fortunately, he was stopped by Ma Erye in the end.

"Your fucking words! Your whole family will not die even if we die! Who dares to say anything more? I will shoot him in the head with one shot!" Yun Qiang blew all his anger on his subordinates.

"Okay, why are you and your brothers angry? When is it time? Calm down first, let's go out, don't forget that our young master is the reincarnation of Kuixing and destiny! But it's not that easy to die! There must be other ways!" Mr. Ma said this, and he gave himself a pill of peace of mind.

Outside the tomb passage, all the brothers were still waiting anxiously. Seeing that they were carrying someone out, they thought that someone was seriously injured. They rushed up and were about to help, but when they lowered their heads, they saw that the young master was actually carrying them!

Hundreds of brothers were shocked and all fell to the ground and were stunned on the spot!

"Cry? Cry your mother? I'm not dead again!"

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Don't say it's useless, find me a car! I don't care what you use. It's 2 o'clock now, and I must send you to Professor Bayala's clinic before 6 o'clock! I'll shoot you one minute or one second later!" Mr. Ma said calmly.

At this critical moment, who has time to take care of Song Sanbao? He doesn't want anything, he doesn't care about anything. He drove down the car. Not to mention that after getting on the highway, Yun Qiang's feet were about to penetrate the accelerator, and finally drove into Changchun City at around 6 a.m.

I didn't dare to do this first. The old lady could not withstand this at any time. She wouldn't have to carry it over in one breath? Not to mention the old lady, even the Dong family dared not notify. Who are the Dong family? Ma Fuxiang and Lan Caidie, each of them is more stinky than the other. If they really know, it might be a big deal.

It is not 100% certain that the young master is dead. Professor Bayala must first take a look at it. Life and death cannot be explained in one sentence or two sentences. Everything must be based on science.
Chapter completed!