Tomb robber: I am the tenth of the nine gates

When Chu Ning woke up, the surroundings were dark and the space around her was small. It seemed like she was locked in a box.

Chu Ning did not immediately explore around to try to get himself out of danger, but curled up into a ball.

This is a habit he has developed over the years. Once he is sent to an unfamiliar space, he shrinks himself together, which will give him the greatest sense of security.

The most important thing is that this can reduce the attention of the outside world, and Chu Ning can reduce a little pain.

As the oxygen in this dark space became thinner, Chu Ning's breathing became shallower and shallower.

There seemed to be the faint voices of several people talking outside.

Chu Ning's consciousness was somewhat blurred due to lack of oxygen. He only heard a majestic male voice saying something like "...whistle coffin...Zhang family...preparation" that Chu Ning did not understand.

At this time, outside, in front of the Great Buddha Zhang Qishan, the nine-door admiral, was a coffin that had just been transported from the last car of the 076 train.

Qi Tiezui asked Zhang Qishan doubtfully, "Hey, Lord Buddha, can you do this with your own soldiers?"

"No, you go ahead."

Zhang Dafoye answered without turning his head.

When Qi Tiezui heard this, he immediately waved his hands and shook his head. "Huh? Lord Buddha... I think this soldier of yours must have a malleable talent with a strong physique and extraordinary appearance. Our Zhang family in the Northeast is indeed extraordinary, hahaha."

After saying that, he did not forget to give a thumbs up and gesture in front of Zhang Qishan's eyes.

After Zhang Dafoye finished answering Qi Tiezui's nonsense, Adjutant Zhang Fanshan over there started to explain to Qi Tiezui.

"Put the lute scissors on the coffin and use a rope to connect the lute scissors and a fast horse. If there is any abnormal movement in the coffin, a soldier will be responsible for beating the gong.

The sound of "ra" startled the horses. The horse will immediately pull up the rope and drive the lute scissors to cut off the soldier's arm, thus saving a life. "

After listening to Adjutant Zhang's explanation, Qi Tiezui turned to Zhang Dafo and flattered him unabashedly and exaggeratedly.

"Hey! Lord Buddha! You are 'breaking your arm to save your life'."

Grand Buddha Zhang didn't care what Qi Tiezui said, and ordered "Open the coffin!"

After a soldier prepared himself mentally, he slowly extended his arm along the small hole of the whistle coffin.

Everyone stared carefully at the hand that the soldier put into the coffin.

The soldier touched the inside of the coffin, and his expression became obviously solemn and nervous.

Qi Tiezui over there asked Zhang Qishan for help.

"Oops, Buddha. There is something in this coffin."

Zhang Qishan looked carefully at the narrow entrance of the whistle coffin and said, "Don't panic."

It seemed to be to appease Qi Tiezui, but more importantly, he was telling the soldier not to be frightened by psychological effects.

The soldier suddenly froze, as if he was caught by something in the coffin, and began to pull out his arm vigorously.

But he couldn't pull it out, and the anxious soldier shouted "Help me!".

When the soldiers outside heard this cry for help, they immediately struck the gong hanging there.

Zhang Qishan saw that something was wrong and said quickly, "No!"

Unfortunately it was too late, the gong sounded and the horses started.

The soldier's arm was instantly cut off by the pipa scissors. The soldier yelled in pain and fell to the ground holding his broken arm.

Zhang Qishan hurriedly stepped forward and helped the soldier up.

Adjutant Zhang ordered the other soldiers waiting nearby to take the soldiers down for treatment.

"Quick, go find a military doctor."

After Adjutant Zhang gave his instructions, he stood next to Zhang Qishan, always alert to the whistle coffin.

Qi Tiezui also ran over at this time and saw Zhang Qishan untying his gloves and planning to untie the whistle coffin himself.

"Hey! Buddha, what are you going to do?"

But Qi Tiezui couldn't stop Zhang Qishan, so he could only hold Zhang Qishan's arm in an attempt to help.

Zhang Qishan's expression was calm, and Adjutant Zhang on the side frowned and looked at Zhang Qishan worriedly.

Within a few breaths, Zhang Qishan's hand groping for the inner wall of the coffin came to a raised pattern plate and turned to the right.

There was a small sound of a mechanism, and eight beams extended around the whistle coffin. Zhang Qishan calmly took his hand out of the coffin.

He waved to the soldiers on both sides to lift the lid of the coffin.