No one heard the whisper between Du Lan and Qin Da, except Liu Shiba who gave Qin Da a hard look...
"Why is the coffin lid closed? Didn't two white-faced monks come out just now?"
Seeing that Qin Da was ignoring him, Du Lan couldn't help but hold back another sentence.
Jingse glanced at Du Lan from time to time with a sullen face. He didn't know what to say. The stench just now really turned off his appetite.
"Let's let Lao Jiu do it. He is strong and strong, and Qin Da will take care of him from behind."
Liu Shiba touched the coffin a few times, turned to look at Lao Jiu, and then looked at Qin Da.
Lao Jiu nodded and said nothing. He stared at the coffin lid as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Qin Da squeezed forward with a dagger, inserted the blade of the dagger into the edge of the coffin, and nodded to Lao Jiu.
Liu Shiba raised his hand and whispered to the fifteen soldiers and Dulan:
"You step back a little further to replace the thorns. Remember! Don't fire under any circumstances."
"God! We are all sharpshooters, we don't use guns but daggers?"
Dulan bulged his eyes and stared at Liu Shiba's back.
"How old is the structure of this ancient tomb? When fired together, the vibration of the sound wave was enough to collapse the place.
No one needs to come to us, because we buried ourselves alive ourselves."
Liu Shiba couldn't help but told Du Lan the reason.
"Drive on! The road is down there."
Jingse frowned and added softly:
"When we came down just now, there was a very heavy Yin Qi on this floor, which must have come from under the coffin.
Open it again, and maybe something evil will pop out.
By the way, isn't there an ancient formula for touching the gold captain?
It is said that the kind used to enter the black tomb of the solitary grave with a little red forehead is particularly effective."
Liu Shiba was startled when he heard this, and the corner of his mouth twitched:
“I know this a little bit, but I haven’t tried it and there is no cinnabar!
Besides, there are Lao Jiu and Qin Da in front, there is no problem!"
Jing Se nodded his head expressionlessly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. He just pointed back and said:
"What about Duran and his fifteen soldiers? Although they have the strength of Level 2 genetically modified humans, they have not verified how much resistance they have."
After finishing speaking, Jingse didn't even shut up. He shook his head and took out a yellow-green copper box from his tattered cotton-padded jacket. He grinned and said:
"Cinnabar is also a necessary ingredient for witchcraft. Fortunately, I still have a little bit left to survive."
Liu Shiba had no expression on his face. He took the cinnabar Jing Se handed him and looked at it carefully before sighing:
"I have never tried the cinnabar forehead touch method."
Jingse responded extremely seriously:
"That's just right. Today is the perfect opportunity to give it a try!"
Liu Shiba held the cinnabar box and glanced around everyone, only to find that no one supported him in terms of safety.
These guys all blinked their eyes, looked curious, and looked at Liu Shiba with yearning and expectation...
"Ezao - your whole family has ancestors!"
Liu Shiba sighed helplessly, not knowing who to scold, but turned around and added:
"I'm going to put the duck on the shelf, so I'm going to put it to good use."
Taking advantage of the huge time gap between the dimensional space and the real world, Liu Shiba quickly opened the precious notes left by his grandfather and found the key points that grave robbers followed and read them carefully several times.
While reading, Liu Shiba regretted, why didn't he read more in his spare time and needed to cram it now?
In just a few breaths, Liu Shiba recovered from his inconspicuous state of stillness, raised his hand, cut his wrist, and dripped a pool of blood into a copper box filled with cinnabar.
"Haha! The technique is so unfamiliar, are you sure you know how to do it?"
Jing Se looked at the clumsy Liu Shiba and couldn't help but tease him.
Before he finished speaking, Liu Shiba suddenly straightened his back and his whole body changed drastically!
This kind of temperament seemed solemn and solemn, and it instantly infected everyone around him. Even Jingse's expression became serious, and he looked directly at Liu Shiba
Liu Shiba's eyes were slightly sharp, he looked around at the people around him and said loudly:
"The sages have said that if divination is not accurate and everything is wasted, the elixir will not work, it will harm others and ourselves, if the landform is not checked, the family will be confiscated and the clan will be destroyed."
After saying that, Liu Shiba relied only on his strong memory to take a symbol specially marked in his grandfather's handbook, dipped the slightly mixed blood cinnabar on the tip of his right little finger, and began to draw aimlessly in the void on the spot...
…
Qin Da, Huang Zhong, and Du Lan have never seen this thing before, and they are very eye-catching.
Lao Hei and Lao Jiu were not interested in this thing and wandered around the coffin minding their own business.
Jing Se had obviously never seen any serious rules for tomb robbing, and his face was filled with anticipation!
The fifteen soldiers, not knowing why, laughed and continued to rest.
"boom!"
A faint coercion slowly overflowed from the key points in various parts of Liu Shiba's body.
His hands slid faster and faster in the void, and the red symbols that appeared and then disappeared strangely one after another became increasingly clear.
"clumsy!"
Finally, Liu Shiba clicked his hands in the void continuously, and the afterimages exploded with his hand speed, which dazzled everyone and secretly amazed them.
However, Liu Shiba's hand speed did not slow down at all, he was still accelerating!
After a few breaths, Liu Shiba's figure trembled slightly, and he instantly appeared in front of the dumbfounded Du Lan...
Liu Shiba's expression at this time was extremely solemn, his waist was straight and straight, and his hands were still vaguely drawing a circular symbol.
The symbol gradually became clearer, and you could clearly see a Chinese character in the circle!
"What the hell is this?"
Dulan, who was standing still, couldn't help but ask, which earned him glares from several people.
Jingse's eyes flickered, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was explaining to someone, he said in a low voice:
"Here is the word "dispel".
Liu Shiba had no time to look at him. After closing his eyes for a few breaths, he opened them again.
But this time, Liu Shiba's face turned pale and he was even more cruel to himself. He opened his mouth and bit open the blood vessels on his wrist, and poured the faintly dark purple blood into the almost dry cinnabar copper box again...
"boom!"
The moment the lavender blood merged with the cinnabar, the word "Drive" in the void trembled violently, and then burst out with a burst of golden light.
Liu Shiba turned his head strangely, bared his teeth and smiled strangely at Jing Se, and then quickly turned back.
He glanced at Lao Jiu and Qin Da, then glanced at Huang Zhong's body, and finally stared silently at the symbols in the void, muttering:
"The Yin road is black, the Yang road is white, people walk on the white road, and ghosts hit the black wall..."
The mountain has a form, but no trace of people. The tomb of the murderous corpse is deep and evil and cold; the coffin has no head, and the corpse wears mourning, and the evil spirit enters the body and is difficult to survive.
Those who walk in the dark night, the living fall to the ground and the dead turn over; when encountering a black coffin, pour a black bucket, control the blood and draw talismans - dot the eyes on the forehead."
When he said the last three words, Liu Shiba's tone suddenly worsened, his face was pale and he glared at Du Lan, and he yelled:
"——More eyes!"
Dulan was dumbfounded. He didn't know why, he had never seen such a ghost painting since he was a child...
Even Qin Da understood. He raised his foot and kicked Dulan to within two feet of Liu Shiba.
"point!"
Liu Shiba didn't move his lips at this time, and a strange and hoarse voice burst out from his chest.
Then he pointed out a fingertip and pushed a golden expulsion character, which was printed right on Dulan's sweaty forehead.
"boom!"
At this moment, Du Lan was shocked, raised his head in disbelief, stared at Liu Shiba and said:
"Look, there is a god..."
Liu Shiba spurted out a mouthful of blood, ignored the insane Dulan, and took a step forward to reach a soldier further behind him.
"——More eyes!"
Like the coquettish golden flowers blooming in the dark night, in just a few breaths, the tomb grotto was lit up with more than a dozen of them, glowing with pale golden symbols.
"Huhu..."
Liu Shiba staggered and backed away from the last person, Jing Se, his face pale.
At this time, Du Lan, who was unconscious and had not recovered his senses, muttered another sentence in Liu Shiba's ear as if to retaliate:
"Quick! Look at the gods..."
Liu Shiba was furious, with lavender blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Lao Jiu, pointed at Du Lan, and grinned:
