You said you were good at archaeology, but your tattoo of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin has be

This time, the cold light on the soul-suppressing nail seemed to be a little colder.

Sun Yaozu was so scared that his legs went weak and he hugged Hu Bayi's thighs tightly.

Hu Bayi wanted to grab Sun Yaozu's collar and run away as before, but Sun Yaozu's hands seemed to be nailed to his legs.

Hu Bayi couldn't run away, and Sun Yaozu couldn't save him.

Seeing the soul-suppressing nail about to pierce his eyes, Hu Bayi clenched his fists and closed his eyes.

"Dang!"

A crisp sound rang out, followed by a string of sparks.

The sparks splashed on Hu Bayi's face, and the slight burning made Hu Bayi open his eyes.

I saw that Huo Jilin was holding the black gold ancient knife in front of him. The sparks were caused by the friction when the black gold ancient knife cut off the soul-suppressing nails.

The fourteen soul-suppressing nails were cut off by Huo Jilin and scattered all over the ground.

Hu Bayi was sweating profusely and looked at Huo Jilin gratefully: "Brother Huo, you saved my life again."

Huo Jilin looked at Sun Yaozu, who was still holding Hu Bayi's thigh tightly, with a cold face: "Let go of your hand, otherwise, chop it off!"

Sun Yaozu only reacted at this time, looked around timidly, and let go of his hand after finding that there was nothing that could hurt him.

Wang Kaixuan's anger had reached its peak. At this moment, Wang Kaixuan wanted to skin and bone Sun Yaozu.

Ignoring Shirley Yang who was still unwell, Wang Kaixuan pushed Shirley Yang to the side of Hua Han and ran towards Sun Yaozu in anger.

At this moment, there were two villains in Wang Kaixuan's heart who were constantly fighting. One villain shouted at the top of his lungs: He almost killed Lao Hu! Kill him! Must kill him!

The other was desperately trying to stop him: Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!

In a flash, Wang Kaixuan had arrived in front of Sun Yaozu.

Sun Yaozu also felt the murderous aura coming at him. His face, which was already pale because of the soul-suppressing nail, turned even paler. He supported himself and took a few steps back: "You...you want..."

Before Sun Yaozu finished speaking, he felt his body lighten.

Wang Kaixuan grabbed Sun Yaozu's collar and pulled him up from the ground. Sparks seemed to be spurting out of his eyes: "Do you know! You almost killed Lao Hu just now!"

"Bang!"

The next second, Sun Yaozu's face was hit hard, and the side of his face that was hit swelled up instantly.

Sun Yaozu covered his face and looked at Wang Kaixuan in disbelief: "How dare you hit me? Do you know that I am a professor!"

"Professor!" Wang Kaixuan gritted his teeth and blurted out these words, "Teach your mother's shit!"

Then, another punch was thrown down.

Before this punch hit him, it was blocked by someone out of thin air.

With Wang Kaixuan's understanding, he knew who this person was without looking back: "Old Hu, don't stop me, I have to teach him a lesson."

Hu Bayi grabbed Wang Kaixuan's hand tightly: "Fatty, calm down."

Sun Yaozu was extremely angry, but he didn't dare to show the slightest displeasure on his face: "Yeah, why did you hit me! I didn't provoke you!"

Hu Bayi was afraid that Wang Kaixuan would do something bad to him, so he quickly pulled Wang Kaixuan away and advised in Wang Kaixuan's ear: "Fatty, he was brought by Shirley Yang, don't do this, I'm fine."

Then, Hu Bayi grabbed Wang Kaixuan's arm and let Wang Kaixuan's hand go.

Sun Yaozu was relieved and said faintly: "That's right, you have to figure out what's behind me."

Without waiting for Wang Kaixuan to speak, Huo Jilin cast his cold eyes on Sun Yaozu:

"There's a coffin behind you."

This sentence exploded in Sun Yaozu's ears. Even though the temperature outside was close to 40, Sun Yaozu still felt like he was falling into an ice cave, with pain like needles pricking his bones.

At this time, Hu Bayi dragged Wang Kaixuan away, and Huo Jilin took back the black gold ancient knife.

Seeing the three people who could threaten him walk away, Sun Yaozu's eyes immediately turned into resentment.

Staring at the backs of the three people, Sun Yaozu clenched his nails into his flesh, thinking: When I get out of here, I will report you to the government as a group of tomb robbers who kill without blinking an eye! Arrest you all and shoot you!

Thinking of this, Sun Yaozu smiled.

In his mind, all the people in front of him were being taken to the execution ground, with guns pointed at his forehead, causing their heads to explode and their brains to splatter.

After satisfying himself in his mind, Sun Yaozu felt much better, and his fear of Wang Kaixuan and Huo Jilin was also reduced.

Then, he stood up with the coffin beside him.

Wait!

As the object in his hand shifted, Sun Yaozu's pupils shrank again, and he turned his head mechanically.

I saw that the lid of the coffin under my hand moved away because of this small action of mine.The next second, a white mist attacked Sun Yaozu's face.

Fortunately, the amount of this white mist was very small. After wrapping Sun Yaozu, it did not attack the crowd.

At this time, Sun Yaozu only felt that he had difficulty breathing. Every time he took a breath, he needed to consume a lot of strength.

This suffocating feeling did not last long. A strong pain spread throughout his body, and within a few seconds, Sun Yaozu was soaked in sweat.

"Ah... Ah..."

Sun Yaozu wanted to yell loudly to let the few people who were watching the fire from the other side come to rescue him.

But this pain was extraordinary, as if countless people were tearing his skin, the pain was so painful that he could only whimper softly.

At this time, Shirley Yang looked at Sun Yaozu who was suffering, frowned slightly, and felt a little bit reluctant:

"Mr. Huo, can you save Professor Sun? He is old and can't bear this kind of suffering."

Huo Jilin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Save? There is nothing to save, it's all his own fault."

Shirley Yang wanted to persuade him a few more times, but then thought it was inappropriate: "Mr. Huo, I will give you money, save Professor Sun."

Huo Jilin turned his head and asked word by word: "Why?"

Shirley Yang was stunned: "Professor Sun... is our partner."

"Partner?" Huo Jilin sneered, "Partners will not put partners to death."

Then, Huo Jilin called Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan to observe the pile of coffins.

At this moment, the white mist surrounding Sun Yaozu had dissipated.

Sun Yaozu's mouth was slightly open, his breathing was weak, and he had obviously fainted.

If it weren't for the slight tremor in his Adam's apple, he would be no different from a dead person.

Looking at his face again, how could it be the same as that of an ordinary person?

His face was purple in color, with some small pieces of skin peeling off and hanging on his earlobes, revealing some blackened muscles inside!

It was extremely horrifying!

It turned out that the white mist was poisonous gas that could corrode human skin.

If Sun Yaozu had not taken the anti-poison pill before, I'm afraid it would be more than just disfigurement now!

He should be on his way to drink Meng Po soup!