Uncle Li looked at the beard and said, "You want to mess with me? It's okay to tell you. That's right, the person who knows this secret is indeed not Mo Laosan. He has a much nobler identity than Mo Laosan. But is the secret he knows the same secret as the secret you know? You might as well tell it, we are right?"

The old man said, "Hmph, I guess you don't know much, otherwise you wouldn't have to get out of the Wild King's tomb from Mo Lao San's mouth."

Uncle Li nodded and smiled sinisterly: "Yes, yes, you are right. Even if only you know the secret of turning the world, if you don't say it, you will achieve personal integrity, but you will have the heart to watch the secret of the Wild King, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, go with you, and never see the light of the sky?"

After saying that, he said, "As far as I know, you are the last one left in this descendant who holds the Iron Cavalry Order, right?"

"Tell me, what era is now? People believe in money and power. Your concept of foolish loyalty has long been outdated. Besides, so many things have long disappeared after so many years. It is meaningless to keep the secrets from hundreds of years ago. If you say it happily, I might have spared your grandfather and grandson's lives - and save them from other innocent people." Uncle Li said as he looked at Zi Yang and the others with one eye. Lao Wang replied with an angry look.

The old man ignored Uncle Li. Uncle Li stroked the sarcophagus with his hand and said lightly, "Wild King, Ye Wang, since your descendants refuse to say it, I can only pry open your mouth and ask in person!"

As he said that, he signaled to his men and said, "Open the coffin!"

"How dare you, rats!" When he said this, it was time to say that, the old man beard shouted loudly, suddenly burst out, rushed towards Uncle Li like a ghost, pinched his left hand with a fist technique, and took Uncle Li's eyes with his right hand. Uncle Li was not an ordinary person, shouted loudly and stepped back and retreated quickly, barely avoiding these two fingers that were as fast as lightning. At the same time, two iron balls in his hand shot out, slashing straight into the old man's chest and abdomen.

The old man with a beard did not dodge or avoid it. His arm suddenly grew and his middle finger had been inserted into Uncle Li's left eye.

Uncle Li was also very skilled. His head tilted slightly under the severe pain. The old man's index finger barely avoided and saved one of his left eye, but a deep blood mark was left on his forehead.

All this happened in the flash of lightning. The two people's shouts came back when they hit the stone wall. Uncle Li had already fallen to the ground. Scarface reacted. The pistols blew and spurted out a string of fire snakes. The figure of the beard paused and fell to the local area. A string of blood appeared on his right leg. Then he supported his hand and struggled to stand up.

Everyone was stunned by his aura for a momentum, but no one came forward. The old man stroked his left hand with his chest, probably had been hit by Uncle Li's iron ball, his right hand was hanging beside him, his index finger and middle finger were bleeding.

Zi Yang was stunned by what happened in front of him. Uncle Li fell to the ground but was not panicked. He reached out to stop his subordinates from shooting, picked up the bandage in his right hand and wrapped it around his eyes (the equipment is really complete). Blood leaped from under the gauze, dyeing half of his face red. Uncle Li calmed down and sat up slowly and said, "I have been cautious and I didn't expect that I was still in your way. Well, it's worth it to be able to see the senior's skill, and it's worth changing his eyes!"

Zi Yang thought to himself that Uncle Li is really a character. An old man dug up his eye and it was as if nothing happened.

Uncle Li continued, "Now you are shot in your leg, your patella is broken, and your skill in flying on the grass is gone. I am a soul-catching egg in the Danzhong acupoint, and my energy is blocked by me. No matter how good the skill is, you can't squat there. Now the Daluo Jinxian can't stop me from opening the museum."

"You" Uncle Li signaled to the person holding the shotgun, "pointed the gun at this old thing. If he dared to move around, he would knock him."

Two young men quickly put on anti-virus masks, rubber gloves on both gloves, each with a crane-mouthed braid, stepped forward and stood on both sides of the sarcophagus, inserted one end into the gap in the sarcophagus, gently smashed it with a claw hammer, held the tail of the crane-mouthed braid with both hands, and pushed the coffin with a muffled groan.

With a sneer, gas seemed to be pouring out - it seemed that the coffin was always sealed.

Everyone held their breath. At this time, another uncle Li's subordinate stepped forward, wearing a gas mask and rubber gloves, holding an electronic instrument in both hands, poked a contact into the coffin, shaking the handle, controlling the contact to swim inside, staring at the images and data on the electronic screen with both eyes.

After a while, I looked back and nodded to Uncle Li. It seemed that all the data were normal and there was no potential threat.

A hint of joy flashed across Uncle Li's face, and against the backdrop of the blood-flowing one-eyed eye, it was particularly terrifying. He shouted in a clear voice, "Open the coffin!" As he said that, he looked at the old man with a arrogant look.

The old man with a beard knelt on one knee and stroked his chest with his hands, but his head was lowered. I don’t know if it was luck or if I couldn’t bear to see the body of his ancestors being ruined.

The two young men in charge of opening the building lifted the crane's mouth with both hands and the other sank the hands, and the huge coffin lid gently slid open. The two of them cooperated very skillfully. It seems that they have not done this once or twice. Although the young men have been controlling their strength, the coffin lid still sounded muffled when it landed on the ground, and it seemed to be at least a few hundred kilograms.

Zi Yang couldn't help but be shocked. These two young men looked average, but they were so easy to fiddle with the coffin lid of hundreds of kilograms. They were not only skilled and experienced, but also had great strength. Not only did they say hundreds of kilograms, but they didn't necessarily have to lift things like this. Uncle Li had such skills - I wonder what Lao Wang thought.

At this time, he turned to look at Lao Wang. This guy was tiptoing and stretching his neck into the coffin.

Because the coffin is on a half-person-high stone mount, ordinary people with height cannot see the whole picture of the coffin clearly. Zi Yang has a slightly taller figure and can roughly see what is inside.

It's disappointing to say that the huge coffin is empty, with only a black mummy displaying it. However, the joints of the corpse are also very thick, roughly 1.89 meters tall. The clothes on her body have already decayed, her hands and feet are empty, and she doesn't look like a treasure.

But this corpse is a bit unusual. The other corpses on the four walls of the tomb have decayed into dead bones, but this corpse has muscles and flesh, but it has been air-dried, and is stalked on the skeleton like black tar. It seems that the sarcophagus has a better seal, so the corpse has not been invaded by bacteria.

As the air flowed, the body seemed to have a little humidity.

At this time, Zi Yang frowned when he saw A Chong, who had been silent in the corner.

Uncle Li was very angry when he saw this scene and said hatefully, "I don't believe that this Wild King hero has never had anything to be buried with him after his death. Take out the bones for me and search them one by one!"

At this time, the beard, who had been hanging his head, gasping for breath, "Don't insult the corpses of my ancestors. When the wild king died, he was not buried with him. The corpses of the ancestors were worshipped in this stone chamber. The iron cavalry all had a hard life, no wealth outside of it, and there would be no treasures for you to dig. You can see clearly, just leave, and don't ruin the corpses of the ancestors anymore." The trembling voice actually brought a little pleading and bitterness.

Uncle Li was angry and embarrassed and said, "I don't believe it. You dead old man lied to me and pulled out the body for me. Even if I knocked the joints into pieces inch by inch, I would still squeeze out the treasure."

The goat beard coughed out a mouthful of blood, shouted "I'll fight with you", and rushed forward, and wanted to die with Uncle Li.

At this time, the subordinate holding Remington next to him raised his gun and was about to fire. Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of him and held the handle of the gun. The man couldn't pull the trigger.

Uncle Li dodged away from the goatbeard. When he was seriously injured, the goatbeard had no lethality. He seemed to be exhausted and staggered and hit the wall at the entrance of the cave.

Uncle Li's men changed their formation and formed a surround. However, this time, A Chong, who took action to prevent Remington from shooting, also surrounded him.

Uncle Li said, "What do you mean?"

A Chong said, "Don't hurt his life."

Uncle Li snorted coldly, "The Dragon Head sent you here, just to help us open the coffin and conquer the corpse. But he didn't let you meddle in other people's business."

A Chong said slowly, "The dragon head didn't let you kill money."
Chapter completed!