With the help of archaeology, the novel I wrote has come true!

Poker Fing didn't delay much, he swiped his palm with the ancient black gold knife.

Then he rushed towards the child.

The black gold ancient knife passed through the child's body just like the Thousand Chance Umbrella.

An extremely shocking expression appeared on Pokerfing's calm face...

"Damn it! Didn't you say that Pokerfing has Qilin blood on his body before? Even Qilin blood can't deal with this thing?"

"Damn, what the hell is this kid? It doesn't work, what's the matter?"

"Let's just say...Wen Da and Poker Fing couldn't hurt that kid, so could it be that the kid couldn't hurt Wen Da and them?"

"If that's the case, isn't it just a noisy pendant?"

"Wan Duzi, I've already begun to love this setting."

Is that right?

Wen Kai narrowed his eyes, he was not sure either.

He rushed towards the child again.

The child stretched out his small fist, soared into the air, and hit Wen Kai's mandible with one punch.

"Bang!" Wen Kai who was beaten flew out in a circle and hit the wall.

Wen Kai got up from the ground, he thought about it carefully, and an idea appeared in his mind.

"Professor Jin, take someone to open the coffin now!"

Professor Jin's eyes widened in surprise: "Mr. Wen, open the coffin now?"

"Yes! Hurry up and open the coffin!"

"But..." Now is not a good time to study the contents of the coffin!

Before Professor Jin could finish speaking, Wen Kai said loudly again: "If you want us to explain everything here, do as I say."

"Fine!"

With a difficult answer, Professor Jin agreed.

Lin Zhihao leaned Bai Ming against the wall, and said to Professor Jin, "Professor, let me go!"

"Xiao Lin, you must be careful! If there is any accident, hurry up and come back."

"Okay! I understand!" Lin Zhihao agreed.

That little coffin is enough for Lin Zhihao alone.

He went to the coffin, pried off the coffin nails on the coffin lid, and then opened the coffin lid.

The child who was standing there with a ferocious face had an even more ferocious expression.

He struggled desperately, but his body was still moving towards the coffin...

Wen Kai knew his idea had worked.

This is a plot that did not appear in his original novel. Fortunately, his idea is effective, otherwise, it would really be useless to cry for father and mother.

Pulling Lin Zhihao back, he said, "Go back and wait! Xiao Lin, you did a good job."

"Mr. Wen, am I helping you?"

"It was a great help!" Wen Kai said.

After saying this, Wen Kai walked to the side of the small coffin.

Poker Bottle also came over at the same time.

The moment the two people waited for the figure of the child to get into the coffin, one person's chest and the other's head were stabbed directly with two ancient knives.

The child didn't even utter a sound, and couldn't move anymore.

Just in case, Boyouping clenched his fist above the child's forehead.

The wound that had just a little tendency to heal spewed out blood again, all dripping on the child's head...

"I'm going to go, I seem to know why Poker Bottle is so white."

"Huh? Boyouping is indeed white, but it's not cold white skin, it's a bit sallow."

"It must be anemia!"

"Of course, if a normal person has nothing to do, who can bear it? If you don't have anemia, then something is wrong."

Wen Kai, who was relaxed, saw the barrage, smiled and said to Poker Ping: "Brother, everyone is worried about your body."

Poker-Face was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wen Kai with a questioning expression.

Wen Kai smiled and said, "Everyone says you come here from time to time, will you be anemic?"

Poker bottle thought about it seriously, then shook his head.

Everyone in their family knows that their blood is useful, so they often use this method to attack, but nothing happened.

The camera was pointed right at the two of them when they were talking.

Including the dialogue and the little reaction of Poker Bottle, all of them were watched by the netizens in the live broadcast room...

"The little brother is really too cute. He thought about it seriously before he answered."

"Yes, yes, this little brother, I can."

"Sister, don't think about it. Brother won't look at you. He only has Wenda in his mind."

"Good guy, have you knocked cp all the way here?"

"Damn, why do I, a big man, feel a little bit awkward?"

"Brother in front, you are very dangerous..."

Wen Kai smiled when he saw the barrage, and said, "Do you know what socialist brotherhood is? It's about me and my little brother, girls, don't think about it, it's impossible."

"No, no, no! It's possible, University of Wenzhou, I can."

"I can too!"

With Wen Kai's previous wave of coquettish operations, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and the live broadcast room was still very lively.

Although the live broadcast room was lively, the archaeological team was indeed tired after traveling and being frightened a few times.

It didn't feel too serious before, but now when I stop, everyone feels tired.

Xu Xiaozhou leaned aside, unable to open his eyes.

Wen Kai looked at the coffin in front of him.

Sure enough, it was a mass burial coffin.

In fact, there are many exquisite coffins, such as vertical burials, and under normal circumstances, lying burials.

There are also some squatting burials and other weird burial methods.

But mass burials are indeed rare.

Mass burial, as the name suggests, means that the whole body is randomly piled inside.

Logically speaking, it is entirely possible to put this little thing in that big coffin, so that this little guy can be more comfortable, but why not do that?
Wen Kai couldn't figure it out right now.

……

Bai Ming woke up in a daze. He felt the smell of blood in his mouth. After spitting several mouthfuls, he found that there were white debris in the saliva. His teeth were hurting too much. He asked Lin Zhihao next to him. Said: "Old Lin, what's wrong with me?"

"Bai Ming, you're awake! Did you see that pile of bones?"

Bai Ming nodded and asked, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong with the bones?"

"You bitch rushed up before, oh, oh, gnaw! You still ask me what's the problem."

Bai Ming froze in place.

It seemed that this also explained what the white crumbs he spit out was, why his teeth hurt, and why his mouth smelled of blood.

But he really didn't want to admit that he really ate those things just now.

Looking at Lin Zhihao in embarrassment, he asked, "Old Lin, are you joking with me?"

"I'm so sick, I'm kidding you with things like this! If it weren't for you, we would have left this place long ago!"

"What else did I just do?"

"It's not what you did, but it took a while for Mr. Wen to save you, and then we encountered the mother-child coffin."

After saying the name, Lin Zhihao suddenly slapped his thigh: "Mr. Wen, I know what's going on!"