Grave Robber: System, you want me to learn magic?

Everyone took a few steps back.

Seeing the trembling and rattling bronze chain, Wu Xie gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "Qi Yan, please don't talk in the future, please."

Qi Yan blinked guiltyly, and muttered softly, "It's obviously your own evil sect, so what does it have to do with me?"

Not to be outdone, the two exchanged eye contact.

When the third uncle looked over, he immediately turned his eyes away and looked at each other.

In Uncle San's opinion, these two skins are itching again.

He turned his eyes away in disgust, he didn't want to look at these two idiots, and without turning his head, he waved: "You two, follow Pan Zi to open the outermost layer of this coffin, let's see what's going on inside."

Wuxie made a foolish "hmm" and followed Pan Zi with the crowbar.

The curious fat man also followed.

Qi Yan asked in a low voice to the little brother who was carrying the ancient knife on his back for a long time and didn't move: "Brother, is there a bloody corpse glowing red in this coffin?"

The little brother shook his head silently.

With this assurance, Qi Yan immediately felt that he could stand up again!

He leaned over to the third uncle, and said very naturally: "Third uncle, if there are messy things in here, do you think I will give you five cents for tender corpses, or change the recipe and roast tender corpses?"

"Bake it, it's separated, the blood has to fly out again, last time I washed it for a day, the smell didn't wash off...huh?"

As the third uncle was talking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at the three people who were climbing up the giant tree and were working hard, and then at Qi Yan who was upright and lazy, and the veins on his forehead suddenly popped up.

When Qi Yan saw this, the alarm sounded quickly in his mind. He was about to jump onto the giant tree, but the next moment his third uncle grabbed Destiny by the back of his neck.

Qi Yan, who was suppressed by the third uncle, seemed to be the innocent who was suppressed by the fat man last moment.

He kept struggling.

But there were only two pictures in front of him - Fatty Pan Zi and Wu Xie, who gloated about other people's misfortune, and the younger brother who was as calm as ever.

Is there any need to think about who to look for at this moment? !

Qi Yanchong stretched out his hand with difficulty, "Brother, help me!"

In the next second, Qi Yan watched helplessly. The little brother who was still facing him turned around slowly, slowly.

That back of the head, that ancient knife.

Qi Yan finally struggled and failed, and was dragged back by his third uncle, followed by a heavy beating.

He fled around with his head in his arms, "I remember you guys, just wait for me!"

Ten minutes later, Qi Yan, who had several big footprints on his buttocks, climbed up the giant tree with a dark face, and lifted the half-open coffin with full anger.

"It's you kid who made me suffer so much?!"

Fatty only felt that Qi Yan was very suitable for him, and his pure and true personality was exactly the same as his.

He moved over and raised his eyebrows at Qi Yan, "Qianqian, what will you do with the fat man after we go out? You see, one of us is handsome and the other is more handsome, we have a bright future~"

Money money ghost!

But the score is clear, which one is the more handsome one?

Qi Yan turned his head and looked at the fat man's white and tender appearance. To be honest, his appearance was really a high-quality stock in the fat man, but coupled with this movement and tone of voice, and this talent who seemed to be desperate for money The nickname he would give made him inexplicably itchy.

Wuxie let out a "huh" without saying a word, and the atmosphere immediately ignited.

Pan Zi looked at Qi Yan in bewilderment, then at the third master, he opened and closed his mouth, he really didn't know what to say, and finally he could only laugh twice in embarrassment, "This bronze coffin is really big, a ha ha ha."

Wuxie: "..."

Fatty: "..."

Qi Yan: "..."

Three seconds later, Qi Yan and Wu Xie looked at each other, turned their heads and shouted at the same time: "Third Uncle! Pan Zi is fascinated by the blue-eyed fox corpse!"

After sacrificing Pan Zi's happiness, the atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.

After the third uncle and the younger brother followed up, they surrounded the bronze coffin with serious expressions, and all looked down at the inside of the coffin.

In this scene, if the background is changed, people will be mistaken for someone lying in the coffin, and a group of people are mourning silently.

Lifting the coffin lid revealed a jade coffin that was only slightly smaller than the bronze coffin.

Just like Russian nesting dolls.

The jade coffin is translucent, so you can't see everything clearly, and it's a little blurry.

Inside is a person wearing an armor suit of unknown material, about 1.8 meters long, of unknown gender.

After all, there is also a hood of the same material on the head.

Fatty stared at the jade coffin and murmured: "This material, this size, I'm done, Fatty, I'm finally done!"

Wu Xie just concentrated on looking at the various patterns painted around the jade coffin, and she didn't know what she was talking to herself.

The third uncle asked Pan Zi to help, and the two carefully removed the jade coffin lid bit by bit, and put it on a flat place aside for careful storage.

Everything in the coffin was finally clearly displayed in front of everyone.

The first time he saw Pan Zi, he was shocked, "The clothes buried here are all made of jade. Who is this king of Lu? He is too rich, right?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch it, but was slapped away by the third uncle, "After so many graves with me, I don't have a long memory! Can this thing be touched randomly?"

Pan Zi knew that he had made a fool of himself, so he could only smile foolishly, trying to get away with it.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Fatty suddenly talked about rap.

The third master glanced over, "What's wrong with you kid?"

The fat man pointed at the unknown corpse wearing jade armor in the coffin with shaking fingers, his face was pale, and his teeth were chattering: "This, this thing seems to be breathing!"

Suddenly, there was silence.

Everyone held their breath and listened for a full 10 minutes. When everyone thought it was the fat man's auditory hallucinations, a long but real breath rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Wu Xie backed away abruptly, thinking that just now, in order to see clearly that the pattern on the coffin wall was almost face to face with this thing, she felt nauseated.

Qi Yan stood in front of Wu Xie, raised his hand, and pointed his stick at the corpse.

"Third Uncle, is this the legendary ancient Gundam? The kind that wears this and goes to the stars, fights with space monsters for three seconds, and lies back half dead to recuperate for 3000 years."

Knowing that he was active, it was rare for third uncle not to be angry with Qi Yan for being out of tune this time.

He carefully looked at every part of the jade figurine, every gap, and the more he looked, the more excited he became, "This, this is the legendary jade figurine that can rejuvenate its youth!"

"No, third uncle, this is the first generation of Gundam. You can't easily break the childhood belief of an innocent boy. In order to express that I have grown up, let me end it myself! Flame bear—"

"I c, Qi Yan, stop!" Wu Xie heard Qi Yan's dangerous speech when she came back to her senses, and grabbed his arm, "You boy, be a human being, the things inside are still alive, what are you burning?" .”

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

Just as he was talking, the fat man suddenly stretched out his hand to grab a place on Yujia's chest, "There is a thread here. The workmanship is a bit rough. Fatty, I will be a good person and tidy it up."

In the end, it was only halfway through, when suddenly a hand on the side quickly moved towards the fat man's elbow, flashed past, and then the fat man hugged his arm and sat down and howled.

Wu Xie was startled, "Little brother? What's wrong?"

The little brother's plain eyes were as sharp as a knife at this moment.

He coldly glanced at the fat man, then turned his head to look at the corpse in the coffin. Without saying a word, he inserted his index finger and middle finger straight into the gap between the helmet of the jade figurine and the armor, and pushed harder. Everyone only heard a "click", and then the corpse trembled. After a while, there was no more movement.

Obviously this time it was dead and couldn't die again.

The fat man lifted his arm that seemed to be broken, and he was about to fight his brother desperately.

Qi Yan stopped him and yelled at the angry fat man: "Even if you threaten me with being instantly killed by the younger brother, I will not agree with you and Wu Xie!"