"Yes." Zhou Yuan punched him immediately. Now was not the time to be pretentious: "Hurry up and find the gunpowder. It must be in the main hall."
Zhang Yong shook his head repeatedly.
The main hall was the place where he searched most intensively. He searched it three times before and after, and only had to dig three feet of ground. The key was that the bottom was all granite.
"impossible!"
"Forget it!" Zhou Yuan knew that he could not be counted on, so he immediately lit the oil lamp in the hall and found that all the gold powder on the great god's body had been scraped off and turned into the original color of mud, making him look very old.
Zhang Yong gritted his teeth: "The old guy is so cruel, he won't even let go of gold dust. His ancestors have never seen money for eight generations, so he would do such an immoral thing."
"Look for gunpowder!" Zhou Yuan rolled his eyes at him impatiently and said unhappily: "We are still in extremely danger. If you find anything wrong, run over here and I will take you out of here."
Zhang Yong's throat tightened.
He never expected that Zhou Yuan would be willing to take him away at this time. He no longer smiled playfully and immediately began to search inch by inch.
A cup of tea is over.
Zhou Yuan and Zhang Yong met again. They both looked carefully and found that there was indeed no gunpowder or any traces.
"Did you find it?" Zhou Yuan asked disappointedly. He glanced at the great god in the palace and saw that behind the splendid palace was just a puddle of mud.
Zhang Yong shrugged.
Looking at the few statues in the hall, I felt very bad and said with some dissatisfaction.
"These are all ancestors from all generations! They don't know how to protect us descendants. If I burn incense every day, all my hard work will be in vain."
"What do you mean?" Zhou Yuan was confused.
Those small statues were lifelike and very detailed. They were much prettier than the big god in the middle. He quickly got closer and took a closer look.
Instead, Zhang Yong took a few steps back.
He said with a look of disgust: "These are the dead ancestors of the Baiyun Sect. They were not buried underground, but put here for our future generations to admire!"
"Come and take a look!" Zhou Yuan exclaimed, "He seems to be exactly the same as Sect Master Yuan."
Zhang Yong staggered.
He almost fell to the ground. He had just looked at every little statue. They were all clean and there was no flaw to be found.
"Oh my god!" Zhang Yong covered his mouth and exclaimed. This person was Sect Leader Yuan: "He is it. Has he been killed?"
Zhou Yuan didn't believe it.
The statue of Yuan Wanhe is a bit soft. He is holding a lotus in his hand, and there is a wick on it. As long as it is lit, it will light up the entire hall.
He reached out and touched it.
Yuan Wanhe's skin is still elastic. Although his body is covered with gold powder, the muscles on his face still seem to be throbbing.
"Sect Master Yuan!"
No response.
Even the muscles he had just moved didn't move.
Zhou Yuan rubbed his eyes.
Isn't it because I'm dazzled? I immediately put my hand on his chest, clearly feeling the beating of his heart, and quickly exerted a little force.
Wow!
All the gold powder on Yuan Wanhe's body fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. Zhang Yong was so frightened that he kept retreating and his whole body was shaking.
"metropolitan!"
The lotus flower stand also revealed its true colors. It turned out to be the gunpowder they were eager to find. Zhou Yun was so frightened that his heart twitched.