After being shocked, Wu Xie's face was full of heartache. It was an extremely precious ancient tomb of the Tang Dynasty general! There are many ancient objects with immeasurable cultural value, which must have been destroyed by this earthquake and landslide.
Others also felt very sorry. Although they saved their lives, they worked hard to explore the general's tomb and all their efforts were in vain.
Wu Xie suddenly thought that there were many burial objects of Tang Dynasty generals in the backpacks of the three tomb robbers.
He immediately walked to the three tomb robbers, pulled his backpack, and prepared to see what rare cultural relics were there.
Wu Xie's actions also attracted the attention of others.
Just as he reached out to get one of the antiques in his backpack, he suddenly retracted his hand like an electric shock.
All the antiques in the three backpacks began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a pile of things that were unknown to be sand or mud.
The melted sand mud from this pile of antique seemed to be very hot, and it melted the backpack through the bottom.
Everyone was surprised, and Hu Jianjun on the side suddenly screamed, grinning in pain, and desperately patting his left thigh.
He endured the severe pain, and the things he took were also a pile of sand and mud.
Hu Jianjun's left thigh was burned red, and a large piece of skin fell off, revealing the blood-red muscles inside.
"Here you help me bandage!" Hu Jianjun cried out in pain. Several young people from the research institute quickly took out their first aid tools from their backpacks and gave Hu Jianjun a simple treatment.
Wu Xie snorted coldly and said, "Hu Jianjun, you just kept antiques, right?"
Looking at the sand mud under Hu Jianjun's feet, it was the same as in the backpack of a tomb robber. Without thinking, Hu Jianjun's pocket must have been antiques.
"So, director, I just took an irrelevant gadget." Hu Jianjun tried hard to squeeze out a smile and said guiltily.
"Wu Xie shook his head in disappointment: "Hu Jianjun, after returning to the research institute, I will punish you."
When Hu Jianjun heard this, he didn't dare to refute it, and looked ashamed.
Chen Xuan walked to the three backpacks, took the backpack away, and looked at the sand and mud on the ground, with a pile of sand and mud showing a strange color.
After reaching out and quickly exploring, a thumb-sized jade pendant appeared in Chen Xuan's hand. The jade pendant was carved into a koi, which was colorful and beautiful.
Only when this koi jade pendant has not melted, there must be something unusual. Although Chen Xuan had exhausted his energy at this moment, he still opened his perspective eyes and found that the jade pendant was indeed emitting a faint spiritual energy.
It is a real magic weapon!
Looking at Chen Xuan's expression, Ma Hui hurried over and lowered his voice and said, "Zhengren Chen, is this koi jade pendant a magic weapon?"
Chen Xuan looked at Ma Hui with a deep look and said, "For this gadget, you almost killed me in the general's tomb."
"Damn it, villain!" Ma Hui's expression changed drastically, and he was extremely frightened. It was obvious that Zhenren Chen was really angry.
Chen Xuan was physically and mentally exhausted at this moment, too lazy to bother with him, so he slowly put away the koi jade pendant.
When Wu Xie saw that the only remaining antique was taken away by Chen Xuan, he did not dare to say anything more.
After a little scared just now, everyone was a little unable to walk, and they each sat down against the rocks and trees.
After Chen Xuan put away his jade pendant, he came to the short Taoist and lifted him up.
Only then did everyone realize that there was a strange Taoist priest who came out with them, who had never noticed it when he ran away before.
This Taoist priest, with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, was less than 1.6 meters tall. He was raised in mid-air by Chen Xuan, with a look of horror and his eyes looking at the ground.
"You drove those zombies?" Chen Xuan asked concisely.
The short Taoist had seen Chen Xuan's methods and did not dare to hide anything. He spoke tremblingly: "Yes, it's me, please spare my life!"
"You killed so many zombies to sacrifice and refine them. How can I spare you if you did such a crazy thing?" Chen Xuan shouted in a deep voice.
The short Taoist suddenly felt ashamed, his eyes full of despair, and he murmured: "All of them are all villagers of Niujiazhuang..."
When everyone heard this, they were all upset.
It turned out that all the missing population in Niujiazhuang were actually refined into zombies by this evil Taoist priest.
Hearing such an inhumane thing, Master Due and a group of monks in Luyun Temple recited Amitabha Buddha together, which was a sin.
These are hundreds of lives, and the evil deeds done by the short Taoist are indeed a heinous crime!
Even Chen Xuan's face completely sank, and he continued to scold, "You are a beast who is worse than a pig and dog. He said, "You have done such a bad deed and intercepted us in the general's tomb, what do you mean by?"
"Yes, it's for the general's body." The short Taoist said in a lower and lower voice.
Chen Xuan probably understood it. This short Taoist should know how to refine evil techniques such as zombies and ghost control. If he gets the body of the general and refines powerful ghosts, he doesn't know how much harm he will do at that time.
Evil things.
Chen Xuan pondered for a moment and continued to ask: "Why do you understand these evil techniques? Where did you learn them?"
"Real person, you have great magic power, and you must be a person in the world of cultivation. These small magic techniques of villains have been learned from the world of cultivation." The short Taoist answered timidly.
When Chen Xuan heard this, he felt surprised.
Is there really a world of practice on this earth where spiritual power is almost exhausted?
He had met a practitioner who could not enter the Tao before, and knew about the so-called circle of practice, but it was only composed of a group of half-tone practitioners.
The cultivation world mentioned by the naughty Taoist people must be very different from the cultivation circle in Tianhai City.
"To be more specific." Chen Xuan said in a cold voice.
The short Taoist shuddered and hurriedly said, "The little man got the inheritance of ghost control techniques from the Hunan-Guizhou Mountain area of Huling Province. The person in the world who taught me was an old man over a hundred years old.
Now that he has passed away, he said that I have practiced the art of controlling ghosts and entered the world of cultivation. However, I have not met any other practitioners except for you, the real person..."
After listening to his explanation, Chen Xuan felt a lot of turmoil in his heart. He didn't expect that there was really a so-called world of cultivation in this world.
Before, he thought that Master Zhuang, who had weak magic power, was just lucky enough to get some incomplete magic tricks and practice.
Looking at the evil-filled short Taoist in front of him, Chen Xuan didn't have any more information to ask. His eyes suddenly became extremely cold. He grabbed the collar of the short Taoist, aimed at the largest tree, and threw it hard.
With a click, the short Taoist man hit the big tree, his muscles and bones were broken, and he died instantly.
Seeing Chen Xuan killing the evil Taoist priest with such means, although he was practicing the law for heaven, everyone was still shocked and had a little more awe for Chen Xuan.