The second possibility is related to the note we saw before. They seem to be plotting another extremely secretive and important thing, so much so that they don't even bother to open the coffin of an ordinary king. After all, Xiling Gate is
The four major tomb robbing sects definitely don’t lack weapons, let alone money!”
Da Zhuang shook his head and immediately objected: "I don't think either of your two possibilities is valid. The first one thinks that they are too noble. I don't believe that the current Xiling people still have such moral character. The second one is that
It’s even more impossible, I really can’t think of anything that would make them abandon Pan Geng’s coffin.”
Xia Jian shook his hair and shouted: "Brother Zhuang, this doesn't look like you. No matter what the reason is, does it have anything to do with us? Open the coffin, take away the artifact, go out and change money, it's something simple, think like this
Do more?"
Da Zhuang slapped his head and said in great annoyance: "Oh my, they were all deceived by them, but it is Daoist Xia who understands me! Open it, open it now!"
The two of them were really talented and brave. They jumped directly into the coffin, smashed and pried it. With a loud bang, the lacquered red coffin inside opened. They both screamed almost at the same time. What was that scream?
It doesn’t sound like a human voice: “My aunt Di, these are all treasures! They are all treasures! Don’t move, half of these are mine!”
"Brother Zhuang, I listen to you, half of it belongs to you, and half of it belongs to me." Xia Jian and Xia Jian were exchanging their thoughts while filling their backpacks with weapons!
The big bull's eyes glared: "Oh my, you dare to be on an equal footing with me? Half of this is mine, and the other half belongs to the three of you! Besides, that girl is very rich, you can discuss with her to divide her share.
.”
Unexpectedly, when Xia Jian heard this, he actually licked his face and came over to discuss with Shui Yueqing: "Girl, just now Brother Zhuang said that you are very rich, so what? Otherwise, don't ask for these first!" As he spoke, his eyes remained the same.
He stayed away from the red coffin, fearing that he would be too strong to pretend to be too strong, so he swallowed hard and pretended to be mourning.
Face then said: "Girl, look, I have an eighty-year-old mother and seven or eight children. It's really hard to live this life." As he said this, he even raised his hand to pretend to wipe his tears, and there was actually a hand in his wrist.
I took a look at the watch, damn, it’s from Omega! It’s richer than me!
Shui Yueqing frowned and ignored him: "Why is there no body in the coffin?"
"Oh, that's right, why is there no body?" Da Zhuang was almost halfway through pretending before he realized that the most important body was missing!
I also felt puzzled: "This is probably Pan Geng's coffin. Why is there no body?" I looked at the artifacts inside, which accounted for almost one-third of the main and auxiliary coffins. They were huge in number, including Jue, Jiao, Fang Yi.
Wine vessels, axes, biscuits
, Gui and other jade articles are even piled up in piles. This top-notch coffin was actually used as a safe, filled with treasures. But what about the body, where did Pan Geng go? Judging from the fire paint on the coffin seal, Pan Geng
The body was not put in at all!
Xia Jian and Da Zhuang are really ruthless people. They already know that this coffin and Pan Geng are suspicious, but they are still concentrating on loading treasures into their backpacks. Suddenly Da Zhuang raised his head and shouted: "Hurry up, get you
Give me your bag. If you're not excited even if you're guarding your ancestors, you better let me pretend it for you, Master Zhuang!" After saying that, he patted Xia Jian again: "Hey, put down that Qingshan Jade Tiger, and your third
Finished pretending!"
"Master Zhuang, let me pretend to be two more brothers. I am eighty years old——"
"Go away! Even if you have eighty eighty-year-old mothers, you have nothing to do with me. Stop moving and get out quickly." The big man squeezed Xia Jian out of the coffin.
I shook my head, and suddenly I felt that the ancients were incredible, and there would always be so much suspense left in the ancient tombs. But fortunately, we are just looking for money now. No matter where Pan Geng went, he didn’t have a dime with us.
If there is any relationship with him, we can borrow his property first. After Da Zhuang came out, I put on my backpack and said to the three of them:
"Let's go. It happened thousands of years ago. We are not historians. There is no need to find out so clearly. Anyway, there are only a few possibilities. Either the emperor was murdered and even the body was gone and buried.
It’s just an empty coffin. Or he wasn’t dead at all at the time, and he used the funeral to hide his identity from others, secretly pointing out that he was on a plane!”
Da Zhuang smiled at a few people, patted the bulging backpack on his back, and said with a smile as if he was full of food and wine: "He is responsible for his plane, and I am responsible for his funeral objects. Everyone is busy with their own things, and everyone gets what they want."
What’s needed is that it’s really good if everyone is nice!”
Xia Jian stared at the palace in front of him and said with a smile with a vulgar expression: "Brother Zhuang, let's go quickly, there must be more good things in there! This time, I brought two more sacks with me!"
The three of them couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when they heard this. Even a ruthless man like Da Zhuang was shocked: "I say, Daozhang Xia, you are too ruthless! Do you really implement the three-guang policy? Mr. Zhuang has been in this business for some years.
Well, this is the first time I heard that there are people bringing sacks down to hold open weapons!"