Fusheng Chronicle

In a moment, Miao Changfeng had already led the third master for most of the way to the entrance of the corridor.There are many traps along the way, and the degree of danger makes people admire the wisdom of the ancients.But Miao Changfeng walked quickly as if walking on flat ground.

No one can feel the anxiety in his heart.Even Miao Changfeng himself didn't notice it, he seemed to be a different person, he only knew how to move forward by instinct.

There seemed to be something in front of him, calling him.

The corridors of the tomb are narrow and dark, because the age is too long, many places have collapsed.This cannot be saved by the ingenuity of the ancients.

The water leaked out from nowhere, dripping on the soil, and the sound was very clear in the silent space.

Miao Changfeng stopped in his tracks.The third master stood beside him, sniffed and said, "Where is the smell of death coming from?"

The third master said that he traveled all over his life, so he had naturally smelled the smell of corpses.Now he often hears those young kids who feel like throwing up in fear just looking at the dead bodies soaked in formalin at school, and he can't help but lament the difference in the times.I think back when there was a famine in the Northeast, they could even eat human flesh.

Not to mention these grave robbers, what they do all day long is to dig up the graves of the dead, and take out priceless treasures from their mouths and anuses.

Miao Changfeng sighed lightly.He turned on the flashlight and shone it not far away.The light was frighteningly bright, reflecting the huge mud puddle.He stood there with a pale face and looked like a dead man.

The third master shivered for a moment - even if he met the third master, at such an advanced age, he was still quite frightened when he saw this mass grave.

Especially Miao Changfeng beside him.He was neither shocked nor frightened.His face was calm, as if he had already experienced these things.

Those dense white bones are very well preserved, but there are still many that are turned into powder by the light of the flashlight.They have stayed in the depths of the ground for too long, so that they can't wait to disappear as soon as they see the light of day.

In the slavery dynasties, there was still the old practice of sacrificial burial.It's just that the third master was surprised that who is the owner of this tomb, who can have such a high number of buried people.

This was the first time the third master saw such a scene.

I am afraid that even the king of the Zhou Dynasty would not be like this.Bloody, brutal, and decisive.

"Go on." Miao Changfeng said lightly.

As for the smell of death that San Ye vaguely smelled just now, of course it can't be the smell of these bones that are about to weather.There were a few corpses near the mass grave that didn't look like they had died for a long time, but Miao Changfeng deliberately didn't use a flashlight to see them, so the third master didn't pay attention.

The road in front of him suddenly opened up, revealing the luxury of the tomb.There will be a lamp at intervals on the wall, probably made of some kind of animal fat, and the third master holds a lighter, and it lights up.

Through the lingering avenue is the magnificent hall.Years have honed its beauty, and even at first glance, years of dust have made the main burial chamber look like a mud hut.

An exquisite bronze sword is displayed on the wall.

Just as the third master put on his gloves and looked around for valuables, Miao Changfeng walked slowly to the bronze sword and raised his head.

His gaze seemed to have penetrated time, and fell directly on the rusty sword.

"Look at this bronze tripod! You really got rich!"

The third master's exclamation came from the ear.It can be imagined how shocked he was when he saw the ingenious treasures that had been produced since ancient times in the Western Zhou Dynasty.

But Miao Changfeng was not interested in all of this, even the bronze sword on the wall.

There are a few ancient characters engraved on the hilt, which may not be decipherable to ordinary people.It was written in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and even experts who specialize in the study of ancient writing could not decipher it.

"Zhiji sword."

This is its name.

"Bang bang bang!"

From the depths of the mausoleum pierced a piercing wild sound!The ground seemed to vibrate, and it was obvious that the ground under his feet was trembling.

"Bang bang bang!"

It was getting louder and louder.Until the third master couldn't help covering his ears, the voice could no longer distinguish the specifics, and his whole mind felt like a needle prick.

The third master roared and collapsed on the ground, with a little blood spilling from his nose and ears.Miao Changfeng who was standing was even worse, he didn't dodge at all, and blood flowed out of his ears continuously!

Tick-tock flowed down, accumulating a small puddle of blood!

"Bang bang bang!"

The small bronze cauldron that was originally held by the third master was shattered into powder from the inside to the outside.In the entire main tomb, only the bronze sword hanging on the wall is still intact.

Miao Changfeng opened his eyes with blood and tears, and let out a heavy sigh.Sighing the past time, the long years, and sighing the sorrow that I only remember now.

He is, Miao Wang Changfeng!

With the awakening of the memory in my mind, the sound gradually weakened.The third master staggered to his feet, but he didn't feel anything like his ears were ringing.He touched the blood and said in a hoarse voice, "Miao, Professor Miao...can you hear me?"

Miao Changfeng stood in front of the stone wall.He was tall and tall, and the way he stared at the bronze sword showed a bit of antiquity.It actually caused the third master to have a trance illusion. The person in front of him, Ruoruo ancient clothes and long hair, is the most suitable attire for him...

Miao Changfeng said softly: "You go out first."

The third master didn't hear anything.

Until Miao Changfeng turned around, revealing that blood-stained face.On the handsome face, there were two lines of blood and tears!

The third master widened his eyes.

After understanding Miao Changfeng's matching mouth shapes, the third master fell silent.Obviously, he shouldn't have allowed Professor Miao to move on alone.After all, he is a helpless economics professor, and Master Zhou entrusted him to take good care of this person in advance.

But now Miao Changfeng's strength is comparable to Lord Zhou's!

As for the third master, he was almost exhausted.He understood his physical condition, had experienced the loud bang just now, if he didn't rush to the hospital for treatment, he might be left with an incurable disease, or even die.

He got up from the ground, his clothes were covered with dust.For an instant, he seemed ten years older.Gazing deeply at Miao Changfeng, he staggered towards the exit.

His back was old and bleak, like a warrior returning from a battle.

Miao Changfeng watched him disappear at the end of the corridor, tiptoed and took down the bronze sword.Gently stroking the blade, a smile appeared on his face: "Wait for me."

The bronze sword seemed to be alive, vibrating slightly and making a slight hum, as if responding to Miao Changfeng's mood.

Since then, there will be no more economics professor from Nantah University named Miao Changfeng in this world!

Yes, just the awakened King Miao, Changfeng!