Chapter 134 The tomb robber shows the way

After hearing what Shirley Yang said, the fat man looked at the mummy of the little prophet nervously, put his hand on the assault rifle and asked: "What do you mean by this? This baby prophet has predicted that he is going to fuck us.

Whose body is inside?"

Professor Chen raised his head and said: "That's not what I meant. The last few pictures in the book are about us people who will enter this tomb due to the collapse of the mountain. And one of us is a descendant of the First Saint tribe.

The prophet will also point out a way to the outside for us, but there is one thing: you must not drop the parchment on the ground, otherwise the sky-swallowing sandstorm will come again, and the yellow sand will completely destroy the ancient city of Jingjue and the sacred mountain of Zagrama.

Buried until the end of time..."

After Professor Chen said that, everyone looked at Xiao Ran, thinking that if this prophecy was true, if Xiao Ran hadn't thrown the knife just now, they would have become the prophet's burial by now. Shirley Yang pointed out

The prophet was talking about Xiao Ran.

The fat man suddenly understood, but immediately thought of a new question: "So, among us, do some of our ancestors live in the same hometown as this baby prophet?"

He approached the little prophet's mummy and took a closer look, and said: "This baby does look like a Westerner, with a hooked nose... Miss Yang also has a hooked nose! Could it be you?"

Everyone subconsciously looked at each other's noses and found that only Shirley Yang's nose was a bit crooked. At first, everyone thought it was because she grew up in a foreign country.

Hu Bayi also added: "Then it becomes clear why Miss Yang has been dreaming about Queen Jingjue's coffin before. Maybe Miss Yang is not only a descendant of this tribe, but also inherited some premonition abilities."

Shirley Yang frowned and said: "Well... maybe, my family has been Chinese for generations. Only my grandfather's hooked nose is more obvious, but he also went to the United States later..."

Xiao Ran saw that the topic was about to bring up Shirley Yang again, and thought that this was something that we would have to know sooner or later, but now there were so many people talking, it was not the time to discuss this, so he interrupted: "It doesn't matter who it is now.

The main thing now is to see if this prophet can point out a way, and be sure not to drop this parchment on the ground."

Everyone had a brief discussion, and perhaps it was their performance along the way, especially the timely flying knife just now, that won everyone's trust. In the end, everyone thought it was safest to leave it to Xiao Ran.

Xiao Ran didn't make any excuses and stuffed the parchment into his backpack.

The fat man was already eager to study the remains of the prophet, trying to find the exit instructions from the prophet. But the prophet sat cross-legged, with one hand flat on his knees, and the other hand resting on the side of the stone box.

There's nothing like a logo either.

The fat man followed the hand next to the prophet stone box, looked at it carefully, and asked Xiao Ran: "Brother Xiao, do you think the mechanism is in this box like the Kwantung Army base?"

Xiao Ran knew that he was talking about the gorgeous coffin. At that time, he touched the mechanism at the bottom of the coffin and opened the stone door on the wall.

But now Xiao Ran didn't know what he was doing. After all, many things were different. He had no choice but to say: "Fat brother, let's just sit down and rest for a while. Let's recover our strength first. Maybe we can wait for the exit by ourselves."

It just popped up.”

"Oh! Brother Xiao knows how to calculate. Whatever you say is what it is..."

Although everyone was in a hurry to go out, what Xiao Ran said was right. Everyone was a little hungry and thirsty now. Chu Jian took out most of the cake from the bag and broke it into nine portions. Everyone could barely fill their stomachs.

Fortunately, everyone filled their kettles with water in the Ziduan River before, so there was no need to worry about dehydration.

After sitting for a while, everyone who was already exhausted began to take a nap. Even Professor Chen leaned against the wall and nodded. In Xiao Ran's daze, he felt someone getting up and walking towards the prophet's remains.

He squinted his eyes slightly and saw that the fat man was studying the two stone boxes that were set together. Perhaps he was unwilling to give up and always wanted to go back with something to exchange for money.

But the stone box was too heavy after all, and he couldn't pick it up despite all his efforts, so he turned to the prophet again.

The prophet and the old servant opposite him had only a layer of sheepskin wrapping their bodies except for their clothes that were almost crumbled to powder. It seemed that the prophet of this tribe was indeed honest and did not engage in extravagant and corrupt practices like lavish burials.

The fat man had been busy for a long time and was panting from exhaustion, so he had to rest against the prophet's semi-oval stone seat. At this time, a dark shadow appeared behind him out of nowhere and reached out to grab his shoulder.

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"Fat man! What the hell do you want to do?"

The person behind him was Hu Bayi, but the fat man was still so frightened that he screamed and jumped up.

Xiao Ran was feeling funny, but unexpectedly, the fat man couldn't stand firm when he got up, and his feet slipped and fell backwards. He grabbed his hands in the air, and Hu Bayi quickly supported him from behind.

"Lao Hu! You scared me to death..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound behind him. He stood firm, but the prophet was pushed by his butt and fell to the side. Hu Bayi's hands were all on his fat body, trying to save him.

No hurry, the prophet's mummy fell directly to the ground, his head was broken from his neck, and his bones rolled on the ground.

Their fussing woke up everyone who was resting. Everyone looked at the decapitated mummy lying on the ground and the two people next to the stone seat, and they probably understood what was going on.

Shirley Yang frowned and asked the two people: "Can't you just stop for a while?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of cracking sounds suddenly came from the surrounding mountain walls. This sound was already very familiar to them. It was the sound of the mountain walls breaking. What followed was the continuous shaking of the mountain.

"It's over, it's over! Miss Yang, your ancestor is angry! It's my fault. For the sake of our solidarity and friendship along the way, we can be considered comrades, so hurry up and say good things to our ancestor!"

The fat man's words were full of tears, but Xiao Ran knew that this was his final chance to escape, so he quickly shouted: "Everyone, get ready to escape!"

Everyone quickly stood up and carried their belongings. Although they were shaken to their cores by the shock, their escape instinct had given everyone some kind of muscle memory.

As the vibrations continued, there was a "clacking" sound in the tomb, and three large cracks appeared in the tomb, one on the ground where the prophet was sitting, and the other two on both sides of the tomb, all of which were large enough for people to pass through.

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"Choose one of three roads? This baby prophet is really unhappy. He is making fun of us. Why don't we go separately? It would be better than dying here!" Hu Bayi shouted.

Xiao Ran glanced at the prophet on the ground, and his heart suddenly became cold. Originally, the cracks in the ground would tilt the prophet's body and point out the passage for survival. But now that the prophet is lying on the ground, there are no cracks in the direction of his finger. What should he choose?

"Bayan..."

A weak voice came into his mind, and Xiao Ran quickly asked: "Suozi, do you know where the way out is?"

Soul-locking Lingzhu said: "No...I don't know..."

Xiao Ran felt desperate and looked at the passages on the left and right, thinking that he would take a risk and choose one at random. Ji people have their own destiny.

"But... a familiar voice came from the left. The soul of the tomb robber... was cursing viciously... coming from Zagrama Mountain..."

Xiao Ran's heart turned like a roller coaster from worry to joy. Aren't the tomb robbers in Zagrama Mountain the same ones they met when they came here? It seems that the real exit is the crack on the left.
Chapter completed!